Fear of Flying
We dangle in senseless motion clinging to steel and gurter bright martini olives nod their heads now the clouds outside the window inhale us their puffy hands neglect our careful thoughts the pastries smell stale my senses so that i cannot re
Tell no man of you
Don't throw caution to the wind.. Cafe
No title
I really don't know what to call this but the I believe many would fully understand what is written here
A love riddle
The time and life of a bishop Lay wasted and defeated in the land of Egypt She lost her mind and her mission To a petty little thief from Zion Across the sea in a far distance Vexed by a confused seer at this vision How can this event come to
The Chase
Like an arrow from a bow, our spirits split the skies above.. Dare we look back? Freed from the superficial and the mundane, We do not. Are you with me my love? Yes...you are. I taste your kiss on my tongue. The Moon dances on the pud
Dragon's Domain
Inspired by the video i posted concerning someone being falsely branded, and it can be taken as an allegory for any evil of the world you choose- evil is here represented by the dragon...
The Gift: An Empty Box
I've seen many separate because they find it convenient to just say "we've just grown apart". That I think is just pathetically sad! I believe it all boils down to allowing themselves to fall into some kind of a rut...because if we do not stop treating our partners the way we treated them before we married them...if we do not stop trying to please, to respect, to surprise, to show we care, to make him/her the most especial part of our lives...I can't see "growing apart" ever having a chance on us. Marriage needs refreshing, even re-styling...again and again to keep it's blood flowing. If we do nothing, if we become complacent and never try to put excitement or adventure in our marriages we are basically not creating any memories and experiences to deposit in our box...memories to hold the marriage together when ill winds come and bother... not creating moments to cherish together is a sure way to let boredom sets in and overcome our marriages. In my eyes, it really is as simple as keeping a good hairstyle...it needs regular trimming, re-touching if you have colour with it, it may even need blow-waving now and then to get rid of the cobwebs in our lives. The hairstyle will not hold its shape all the time unless we put the effort to keep it looking as fab as the day we walked out of the salon...or in our marriages .... or relationships....the day after we walked on the aisle...
Missed Kisses
It's a bit of wordplay again.
Who can say?
Evening thought.. Cafe
A Stone Wall
Spring in the New England woods
MY SOUL
Oh my soul my soul how will you survive the arrows thrown with malice to break you into surrendering. Many a point pierced bringing tears, flooding until plugged
GO TO THE MOUNTAIN
The poem speaks for itself. No explanation necessary.
EXCITING
It is about the ups and downs of my life.
SPINDRIFT
mellow jovial garage rock song. if iget decent recordings of material, then i'll post vids.
MELTING
more song lyrics
AN UNSETTLED QUIET
this is an actual poem now, i am proud of it. please let me know...
Day By Night and Night By Day
Abstract on day and night.....
Life (time)
Look at our birth - does it ever seem a curse? Or a miracle that happens - nothing more? Does our time go on endlessly - or worse? Or does full life time break us like a whore? All that I hope, - is we should find some peace - All that I hope,
mountain man
The happy always act go the extra mile times too short to analyse the chemistry of a smile back there in a second when fur met bearded face a fabric-smell conductor on a horse to a special place near creek and stony edge a place you call
the lion at the gate (for Vanessa)
if I could hold the quill of truth over the page of unfolding story and hold it still and let the page itself write the words of your defining glory if I could read your name in the vast retreating sea and follow the tides in
Faces of stone
Surrounded and alone among faces of stone See how they dance and play all to each their own. If you listen carefully you can hear their silent moans and groans. As they pretend with all noble intent to be a friend after awhile they will leave in t
Lessons of love
See how we dance and play thru the dark and brite days As we account the lines and scars that nobody sees We know them most intimately but fear to reveal them openly. Yet they measure who we are much like mountains that slowly erode our youth an
Fiends of fire,friends of desire
Just made it out of the blue.... Ha ha ha
POSIBLE PATHS
For all the days that have past I find the thoughts of my own future Turning back, my inner minds eye Watching the paths of possibility never taken I see a turn that was once lost in time behind me, I remember with sad fondness Of the days
Time
Time takes all of us we ride the carousel til dusk We walk into the rain and rust like metal chains oblivious it obvious that time is sure the world goes on the passing pure The bleak and tragic end assured to all of us we'll pass as
Be Yourself
Be Yourself
So many faces
For all that complain about unimportant things that do not matter.
You are free to choose what You want to see
You are free to choose what You want to see Every choice you make reflects what you believe A world of love where you are set free. Or a prison of fear and uncertainty. To consider be you atheist agnostic or depend on humanity You were created
To dream again
If I get one more response that my thoughts are poignant perhaps it is my observation of the world as I understand it. When I see the chaos of what people today have made for themselves I must remind myself in-between the shallow endearments lies the sickness so many tend to embrace. Yet the earth shall continue long after I am gone.
Just a dream
She came from out of the darkness and shadows that haunted me. As the torrent waves of her love splashed over me her sighs and moans revealed her innermost hidden desires of passion as if all the secrets of the deep spilled out like a heap having no
The power of thought
The power of thought tis often for naught How we spend endless hours and words trying to impress or convey a message that is often misunderstood without meter or rhyme which is so passionately sought In hope it sings to our soul and leaves us t
tilting at windmills
what's in it for me?
does your heart speak
when I close my eyes i can hear the heart running as I swallow clouds of green relaxing tokelaxing getting a step on, so many clouds of storm raining down stepping on fire don't call me a liar my feets on fire, all your problems stacked at
~A song for my momma~
.......And so the child was born, and it's mother's love untorn, side by side untill the sea did thus cry, I watched them diamond's die in your eyes, so my friend my true great momma here's your son writing you a song so true
Closed
Tiny hands that cling to coins with such hope To reach out and find the machine is broke Holding back the tears and trying to cope No signs no warnings of closed for repairs In a hurry not paying attention Grasped the frying pan handle, to fee
The war clock
The war clock is Running.. Anticipating the Days Counting the Hours Ticking away the Minutes Bleeding away the Seconds With the sword of Divine vengeance Against hells Terrorism Against all those Who slaughter the Innocent Who hold
The honor is mine
The thought of meeting you Keeps me up at night All those poems you wrote Sunk deep in my soul I've stirred a course through Loves sea And you've been the wind in My sails So sad that my hands cannot Cup your cheek I send you my t
Willow
The evening sun sets the sky ablaze. It peeks between the trees and speckles the ground with shifting patches of orange light. The forest ebbs and flows with the swaying of the trees. Bluejay swims in with a cool gust, searching for a place to re
The Rose In the Ivy
In a forest filled with wretched brier, not one bud escapes its ire-- the gnarled roots and creeping vines pierce all beauty with its fearsome spines. But deep within, a flower lies, hidden by bramble from all the world's eyes. She stands up ta
Home Sweet House?
As darkness unfolded the old home sighed Once more another day has come and gone In the bright light of the sun the eaves lied But once more the house stood empty alone No one seemed to notice that no one cared In the daylight the fres
"The Experience"
As the drums fall in line, thrashing rolling thunderous beats, as the trumpeter's are called to the grand event, the orchestra begins to layout their sheet music. A Configuration By Intent
Glow-In-The-Dark Horse * Liam's 5-7-5 Challenge *
Liam's horse is dark... And yet the light that he brings... Is a gorgeous thing....