there is a singing in your heart
there is a rapture in your eyes
you are a woman set apart
you are so wonderful and wise
you will sleep and from dreams you start
as of one that wakes in paradise
there will be a singing in your heart
there will be a rapture in your eyes
the glory will come to your eyes
the peace will come to your heart
sitting 'neath the quiet evening skies
time will dry the tear and dull the smart
you will know you have played your part,
your love shall be the one that never dies
you with heavens peace within your heart
you with God's own glory in your eyes
big bulky clouds arise from the hills
dark grey to black, sending chills
smells of rain coming to my nose
clouds beginning to foreclose
mist flowing softly down
slowly beginning to rain
a river winding crosstown
fills an empty drain
the shower stops
a scent left unknown
clouds breaking up, starting to reprieve
once again the ominosity,..overthrown
when i was little
you gave me your spare change
told me stories of the "old days"
and the "way it was"
when time grew, and so did i
you shared "handed down propephecies"
gave me information on anything
and everything i questioned
you told me of things you wish you had accomplished when you were a child
thanks for being mroe than a friend
thanks for sharing your life with me
thanks for answering the questions
nobody else had the guts to answer
Thanks Grandpa
you are the twinkle in my life
your abstract feelings are like a star
against a canvas of black
so significant, but yet stretched afar
like the musical rhythm
of an unsilenced guitar
but grasp the sensations
i cannot for an inpenetrable wall
a wall of cold hard ice
for your name i call
nothing is heard but silence
only you (only you)
could break the muted wall
as a shriek within the night
i yell,
still the wall remains
Insignificance is a bad word,
All my friends (real friends)
Will always take me for who I am,
not the materialistic frayed ends.`
To all the �little people�
Who thought i would never remember;
You are always a part of my heart,
From that you will never dismember.
When i have been lonely, distressed or down,
you were always there to turn a smile from a frown
You are the lover�s initials carved into stone,
Thanks for being the one i needed,
when i was all alone.
Remember i will always be there for you
til the coming of the end
Thanks for being my pal, my bud, my friend
to the mirror i stare
my own eyes i glare
reading every thought as if it were my own
hell, i should have known
but could have not
my own thoughts scattered elsewhere
to a living nightmare
to the mirror i stare
i touch i feel
your warmth your heart
in these reflections
we cannot part
broken thoughts of a mirage
they could only be
NO! they must be my own broken thoughts
that's why i couldn't see
into the mirror i go
pressing my body against
my own reflection
reality is shot in to me
like an injection
becoming one with my mind
lets me embrace my memories
memories that were lost
nto that parallel place
the mirror i am
i look to the world before
i see a lost confused soul
who relies upon himself
for everything
one who needs something
he who needs nothing
here i emerge the mirror
to converge with reality
the miror i was
thoughts of you cloud my mind
hurting so bad making me blind
painfully i break the stare
only to feel the ditto's glare
i awaken to a sweaty scream
staring at blackness,
just a dream
no mirrors no fears
i wipe away the tears
the mirror i never saw
revised march 16 1999
heat of a flame
suction burns
upward the smoke
slowly churns
sun casting shadows
of dusky brown
swirling neatly to the sky
a flying merry-go-round
smoke disappates
into the warm air
trail of ash
covering the red glare
yet beauty escalates
until one drop
of water
the burning will stop
beauty like this
is of the worst kind
destitution of yourself
all an illusion of the mind
splash of scarlet, splash of gold
autumn mornings are blessed with autumns cold.
snow-capped mountains are patched with yellow and red,
leaves fall and cover the mottled ground;
into winter we are blindly led,
led by the whistling wind sound.
Mountainsides are spotted with colors of crimson flame,
Silence shouts out it�s beauty while saying your name.
Upon the hills, huge colored trees are ablaze,
Fog, like smoke from smoldering embers,
rising into the autumn haze,
beauty like this nobody ever remembers.
Trees shiver as the unpredictable wind will rise,
Gone now are the birds and the butterflies.
Nothing is ever sad or tearful here,
At the twilight of the year;
These autumn mornings glow,
just as if they seem to know,
Past all doubt and questioning,
Life is an eternal thing.
wearing tread
wind in my hair
destination unknown
don't know where
just walkin'
sharp grass
an occasional hare
maybe a few deer
here and there
buzzard's overhead
gliding in the air
sparrows on a wire
i blindly stare
over hills
through trees
thoughts ponder
am i aware?
Yep, just walkin'
The grim reaper my mind denies,
All the thought of fatal lies
The unknown destiny that we all know,
Lies ahead making us afraid to grow.
Afraid to look on, afraid to see ahead
To visualize your life hanging by a single thread
What lies ahead in that black abyss?
Forever obscurity or eternal bliss?
the more i dream
the more i see
visions of beauty come to me
what i see, tis of thee
beauty of the unforbidden sky
it is your radiance i sanctify
heavens filled with the stars
i see in your eyes
only to gaze til sunrise
unsurpassed splendor, burning desire
passion envelopes me like wildfire
captivating eyes look to mine
our hearts our souls combine
delusions of our bodies beginning to intertwine
your carnal body i yearn to touch
mirror images i wish to clutch
i would revel at the touch of your lips
'tis the air of ecstasy i would grip
til exasperation i will not slip
revelations unfold,
tis your body i hunger to hold
don't let me continue to lose my threshold
last night i sat up alone
listening to that awful drone
of a moth and a constant tic tic tic
off the ceiling making me sick
the black curtain
i look across
grabbing a pillow
to give a toss
i try to spot,
but i cannot
so i listen for that tic tic tic
that sound making me sick
i follow that awful drone
that dreaded halftone
to where nothing is on the wall
wadding the pillow to a fastball
i give it a tremendous huck
soundlessly flying, hitting with a thuck
turning on the light
seeing with disturbing fright
I MISSED!!
that damn moth
i twist and turn
flinging a cloth,
finally opening a window
he flies out unharmed
DAMN MOTH!!!
love cannot be measured
in any normal fashion
love is neverending
past the furthest stars
to the ends of the universe
my love stretches
i have taken you for better or worse
for richer or poorer
insickness and in health
i promised to love you,
for the rest of my life
my love for you will forever last
longer than the life of the moon
and the stars
beyond church gates
and prison bars
no matter how long i stay
i will always still love you
silence,
yet something is there
'tis wind
chaffing my hair
it seems to be
or so i see
calling your name
yet, with the silience
of a dying flame
will it die in subsequence?
silence i have yet to hear
wondering,
will it ever rasp against my ear?
there is one thing
that won't silence til the day i die
that's the beat of my heart
and the tear in my eye
lonely hearts broken wings
painful tears, silent strings
lonely hearts never have to be alone
broken wings can mend and be flown
painful tears, don't have to hurt
silent strings can still play a concert
if this you don't believe
there is nothing you will achieve
so keep in mind
anyting you misbelieve
will without a doubt
never come about
i see the beat of your heart
as i look into your eyes
only from dreams i start
could visions like this arise
sometimes i try to sleep
but delusions of you
i want to hold, want to keep
ohh, if you only knew
in my minds eye
tis your body i sanctify
i feel your nails tracing
our rhythms begins racing
bringing my pain to rage on
till you satisfy your thrill
into ecstasy i am too far gone
desperate visions fill me
as i proceed
nearing the dark chasm of life
your soul screaming to be freed
soft petals of silken lace
careen my face
your body so hot i cannot embrace
i am altogether losing my mind
resistance wears thin
as our quickened pace
brings me to explode within
slowing down the race
my sweat your musk
flavors the air with the pain of lust
pleasure runs with pain
driving me insane
into ecstasy i am too far gone
i am the wanderer
of many lands
i have seen great forests
and vast sands
i am the wanderer
i have sautered places unknown
where the sun has never shone
i have been where nothing has ever grown
i am a nomad
i have walked beaches of sand
seen sheer cliffs
oh so grand
i am a vagabond
i have seen city lights
felt metropolis heat
intensed by city lights
i am a wayfarer
i have sailed oceans so bold
tred across tundra
through slicing cold
i have seen tomorrow
through dreams of mine
but incorrect they are
for the wandering streets of time
i have rambled on and on
i have seen all i can see
except for the one thing i seek
my soul my destiny
i look to my past through stargazed dreams
memories are reflected to me off mirrorlike streams
they converge into a sphere of immense size and glare
the deadening color of a roadside flare
i look to it and ther i see
all i have lost, friends flower, animals
the sphere enlarges as i stare
sending out a blinding glare
i look away from the glorious site
as it shows me an empty past
suddenly raising like a kite
the images i see come closer to the present it begins to avast
revealing shodaows of me waving goodbye
it slows and stops high in the sky
then bursting into shards of my memories
my mind twists and tears
all of my memories lost into the midnight air
new times old times
they're all the same
make the best of yourself
don't lose yourself to the game
tis a bevy of beauty
i see in your eyes
closing my visions
dreams of your radiance arise
fingers pulling softly through
tangles of your hair
biting your neck
bring exaltations to the affair
the casual cascading
of your lips
perform delusions
as my mind slips
soft skin yielding to mine
sensitive and warm
seemingly stopping time
to hold on to this moment
always being able to smell your scent
would only be a dream
or what it would seem
by someone special
i have been told
every rose has it's thorns
hard to keep ahold
i think to myself
am i that special rose
that brings sweet aroma
to the nose?
am i that rose
standing out in the bunch
the one that gives a bouquet
that deserving punch?
am i the holder
of so many legends?
am i the maker
of lovers from friends?
i always wonder
am i that special rose
with that awful thorn
always getting stuck in your clothes??
to look into your eyes
i could only ask
to see beyond your
faceless mask
only to see
what's really there
but it's always covered
with a smudge here and there
only to look beyond
only to open the shades
that cover the real you
the one that never fades
i question myself
are they really shades
or a wall?
is the real you still there?
or are you hiding from it all?