Gentle soul, come lay down next to me,
Unload your daily sorrows and tears,
Reveal your  inner hopes and dreams,
And I will love you so, now and forever.

Let down your golden hair of brown,
Let it fall helplessly down towards the bed,
Remove your clothes and let them aimlessly fall,
Begin the dance of love tonight for me, please.

Kind spirit, taste the wine in darkness come,
Hold heart to heart, let breathing be our guide,
Reshape our bodies into one, the only one,
While I dry all your tears and fears this night.

If love be designed in times of trouble, be it,
For all your sweetness is a part of me, as well,
The heavy breaths, the panting sighs, oh,
Let me like a heavenly angel find you peace.

Gentle soul, I give you all I have to give,
In hopes the morning brings you happiness,
In truth, I know it may be momentary pleasure,
But I will be your constant lover and friend.

And, so, you leave me here, standing,
Solitary, little boy, with his pants down,
Though man of man still wanting, you,
I watch you slowly slip away and cry,
Into the dark and lonely throughfare,
But I stand silly, shocked and empty,
Because my love has gone away.

If I had painted a grand world for you,
Perhaps, this and that would  still be true,
While golden hair, now gray and flowing on,
Would melt a heart of stone and rock and worry,
But I still long and love with all my being standing so,
Wanting all familiar times anew, then know not real,
Yet, as you walk so casually forth, I know it is now,
Here comes the searing stab of all  my lonliness.

I step  forth as though a man possessed, deleted,
Holding  onto walls, posts, and anything made solidly,
And wander, wander, wander like a fool betrayed,
Until I can no longer see you walking slowly , steal away,
Raising my hand and muttering to myself insane,
"Goodbye, Adelia,  my love, goodbye.

Dead, the crows pick at my soul,
Darkened clouds are flying above,
Stench of death surrounding me,
But, still, I fight to come alive.

Hunted, haunted, I made my path,
But the hunters tracked me down,
So, their arrows had pierced my heart,
Now I lay on bleached, hot sand.

Thoughts of how my body dies,
Clinching to the hope or dream,
Of coming back to life in force,
To hunt the hunters who are alive.

Hear the crows and buzzards fly above,
Wanting flesh to devour my soul,
But, as long as a thread in me still lives,
Am I truly still laying dead?

Once more angels and devils resume,
To fight for my cold-hearted body,
But my spirit still lives on I know,
Because my mind still longs to live.

From magical birth we're on our path to die,
But this is not a worrisome thing, don't cry,
Just take the moments as they fall like rain,
And drink up all the pleasure and the pain.

Once born we feel that life will be so long,
We happily take life's measure, sing our song,
But never think that time will soon disappear,
So like a school child venture forth, no fear.

We watch our loved ones come and quietly go,
Too young to understand where they have gone,
Our parents tell us it's a natural thing to die and so,
Our hearts still break but quickly heal and bond.

Then nature comes with seasons diverse, it's clear,
The natural order of things burst forth we've heard,
That in our own free world and segmented hemisphere,
There are things we love and hate and sometimes fear.

Then being young to college off we go with hope,
To educate ourselves and learn the ways of love,
But in the scheme of how to grab life's slippery rope,
We bow our knees and upward look for peace above.

Discovering love we fly on wings so short,  gossamer,
To believe no others find the love we now have found,
This union comes as such a surprise and is a blurr,
When twenty years go by without  a mournful sound.

The children come, the dogs, the cats and coupled friends,
Become entrenched in our lives with no signs, or sudden ends,
We become our fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles, and trends,
Define who we are now and the journey's rough and life's road bends.

And  now the people gather in their dark clothes with less to say,
A family man has left us on this day, the people will truly talk,
They'll single file walk past to gaze and look sad in their own way,
But this is what we do on feets of clay the endless, solitary walk.

If the time would come when we weren't lonely,
Nothing in this world would stand in our way,
Gentle thoughts of you when you were  loving,
Brought us to this union  where we played.

When we walked together it was still magic,
Holding hands like one another would get away,
Smiling and content was who we were being,
Sharing dreams and memories everyday.

Why can't people in love live on forever?
Who determines how long together we stay?
Maybe if we hope and ask for this time now,
We will live to love just one more day.

Sweet is the way when you are so loving,
This is what we all pray someday to be,
When the love that you share is everylasting,
Blessings fall like gentle drops of rain.

Then in your arms my heart is so pounding,
Touching slow your hair and  skin on this day,
Kissing soft your lips now is so amazing,
This is all to wish for in this way.

Why can't people in love live on forever?
Who determines how long together we stay?
Maybe if we hope and ask for this time now,
We will live to love just one more day.

Evening falls like an old friend,
And all the dead poets have arrived,
It is a gathering of all their spirits,
For another try at stirring the muses.

We see Keats, and Shelley, and Sandberg,
As they slowly materialize before our eyes,
Then Woodsworth and Dylan Thomas,
Both simultaneously step into the light.

Shakespeare wants to come, too,
But his turn of a phrase won't do,
Because we want Dickerson and Frost,
And the bard must wait until his time has come.

The bonfire is roaring, the starry, starry skies,
A cool evening breeze steps lightly across our faces,
Then Shelley begins to step forward and write in the air,
Such phrases and sketches once again a delight to read.

And, I, a poet want to be am in a trance of worldly proportion,
I can not speak, or utter even the barest of grunts or utterances,
Then Shakespeare, never to be outdone, begins a love-sick sonnet,
While the crowd of hosts take notice and smile out loud.

This gathering of dead poets seems like a dream of dreams,
As they stand proudly upon the dampened ground of forest leaves,
And Walt Whitman wants to recite from "Leaves of Grass" once more,
While I, a student in the beginning of life, take copious notes galore.

I took a drink of cool, clean water,
That came from within a wishing well,
It tasted sweet and filled me deeper,
With precious life that came to me.

I wanted more, of this cool beverage,
So, took another drink, then took two,
It filled my body with such  robust flavor,
That on my journey I could now venture on.

When coming upon a run-down farmhouse,
Where wind blew whispfully in swaying trees,
I picked a pear from the nearest pear tree,
And held the fruit in hand so gracefully.

The pear was sweet, the juice ran rapidly,
Down on my chin, onto my denim shirt,
I felt the grit, the fruit soon was  tastefully,
Set fire to my tastebuds so endlessly.

I glanced upon the cornfields so lonely,
Standing tall and giant they reached for sky,
The greeness filled my mind with fancy,
Then, so I wandered to fields to further see.

Within the field, a lovely, young beauty,
Was pulling corn from the green, green stalks,
Her smile, a greeting, to me weary wanderer,
I took her hand and handled it so tenderly.

She said she spent her days in the cornfields,
I sensed she wanted to switch places with me,
To wander aimlessly, through nearby counties,
In search of self so then so senselessly.

But me, a mortal, mere man of mans' time,
Would what give readily to find all the day,
To stand silently within cornfields, green I see,
To shuck corn from the cornfields so handily.

We think the world is full of endless flight,
With sunlight that comes each morning true,
But pages of the words we write our lives upon,
Soon have an ending that will come with night.

Each moment, as we savor all its essense in,
Comes soft or sometimes like a rushing crowd,
We try like mad to assemble all these thoughts,
But some get lost along life's lonesome highway road.

Who dares to want to live forever?
Who wants to believe forever?
What makes this passing life so ever sweet,
Is the beginning, middle, and end forever.

To want our souls to live beyond our earthly gates,
So human in its humaness, we can't deny it so,
That how we watch the clock tick tock away the day,
We truly know that nothing once can be eternal here.

We want to have our cake and eat it, too,
But when the Maker comes, our time is through,
Do not feed fear when this time swiftly comes,
For it is nature's course to take this path.

Who dares to want to live forever?
Who wants to believe forever?
What makes this passing life so ever sweet,
Is the beginning, middle, and the end forever.

If all the stars in the known universe,
Were gathered to put inside an empty jar,
Would we see such a brilliant, fervent light,
Shine for the world to enjoy and know?

If all the broken hearts and long-lost souls,
Could meet to talk on some distant plain,
Would they resolve their hurt and sorrow,
So heaven and earth could proclaim their joy?

What if the men who constructively destroy,
Put pause on warring and polluting the planet,
Enough to understand the ongoing  human condition,
Throwing all their energies into the spread of peace.

When all the hospitals where the sick  and dying,
Find miracle cures filled with divine intervention,
We'd look to each other for our rest and surviving,
If we could just become the ones to hope and dream.

If one more time we saw our paths laid out before us,
We'd know that sometimes the road so less traveled,
Becomes the one where all our adventures begin,
And peace comes home once more to all of us.

I held her heart in a silver box,
So it would be so close to me,
But in the doing of such a deed,
I lost her heart eventually.

Held dear the moments locked in time,
So I could watch them lonely days later,
But soon forgot that she was yet here,
To help create new ones still so dear.

When everything you hold so precious,
Comes crashing down in rapid pace,
You're lost in crazy, nonsensible things,
And feel like your so troubled in time.

But could I know each day was a gift,
That time is such a harsh mistress true,
Yet, everyday that passed so swift,
Can not be so recovered with love true.

I looked so lengthly upon her sweet face,
To form an image I could easily create,
But forgot how the moments spent so close,
Would someday be washed along the shore.

I kissed her face and held her body tight,
As though she'd leave so suddenly,
But I could not prevent her soon departure,
With promises of a future love and hope.

So, I held her heart in a silver box,
But found no comfort from the gazing of,
Then thought and thought how I had wished,
To have her walk through my front door.

Tonight I throw the gaunlet away,
Because I just don't give a damn,
I've tried to save me from myself,
But everything looks better another day.

Picked up the pieces of my wanton past,
Looked in the mirror and saw a boring man,
Held onto memories as long as I could,
But now I just want to lie down and sleep.

How things just don't end up as we planned,
Took me into a deep, deep well of despair,
For such a long and lingering time here and now,
A zombie was my best impersonation of all.

Called everyone I thought would tell me sense,
Checked all the neighbors, who didn't care,
Waited patiently until my patience stole away,
While sitting on my front porch chair at night.

Maybe, I'll just give it one more good try,
To vanquish my sorrow and pain I have,
While waiting for the miracles that never come,
To try and reinvent me one more time.

With this mind I hereby wed,
This I do before I'm dead,
In hopes that you will love me, too,
This confirmation I give to you.

In case dear death should be here soon,
I give you the heavens and the sumptous moon,
And pulling down the sky to soon reveal,
That all is fair in loving and hearts to steal.

Your hand so firmly grasped in mind,
Tonight you'll see some magic we find,
We will most definately so melt together,
We'll soar like eagles, birds of a feather.

So, tell dear Mother and Father at home,
You know you'll  travel with me alone,
We'll search the world for a place to stay,
The world's our oyster at Oyster Bay.

Then step aside you detractors and fools,
My passion for you, no doubt won't cool,
We'll love like school children of long ago,
Take love so lingering and lasting slow.

The cavern where the secrets lie,
Can make us laugh, or make us cry,
But that is where the soul can dwell,
Hidden deep in darkness we might tell.

The moments when we find us fools,
When blistering hot can sometimes cool,
We look at us in mirrors with hope,
How does the human race so cope?

We laid our plans and navigated the course,
With lofty praise and some fine discourse,
Lifted high our images on weakened thrones,
The arrogant, or how they still can drone.

Through clouds of conscious with mirky lies,
We plow beneath the ground the weak who cry,
March onward with fervent, eager lost thoughts,
The price of destruction, oh what the cost.

Then marauding time still forges fast,
This world we created will perpetually last,
Until the last human being can admit to say,
We lived in darkness just one more day.

Sometimes, things can go so wrong,
Sometimes, people want to hurt you so,
But you must maintain a heartfilled song,
Cause days will truly come and finally  go.

At times, when you're feeling very  low,
At times, nothing seems to go so  right,
You have to learn we must take some blows,
Keep on living and keep up the heavenly fight.

Because, life is not always pretty and painless,
Because, we can't always know what's lies ahead,
We must hold on tight when facing this test,
That life gives us wherever we are always  led.

I know, if you hold on so  tightly to me,
I know, there is nothing we can't  weather,
When I wake with my eyes so ever seeing,
My burdens coming will be light as a feather.

Sometimes, life can give us some hope and worry,
Sometimes, we must keep forging through  the storm,
I know that we'll walk through the storm and flurries,
I know we'll learn to know why we were born.

So....you hate me and think I'm a fool,
A lost, simpleminded forgettable tool,
Someone who knows not what life is about,
You stand right in front of me beginning to shout.

The first, few words,  I heard so closely I say,
But after those words all your others went away,
I looked and looked in your eyes full of hate,
I'll take in a movie, is it still too late?

You stamp your feet like a locomotive in motion,
I'm not listening now with your horrible notions,
I feel a laugh swelling deep inside of my mind,
Your nasty and pushy and mostly not kind.

I glad for the earplugs pushed deep in my ears,
Hoping you won't notice them, this is my fear,
And as you get redder and your blood now is hot,
I'm glad that your leaving, your company not.

So....as the door slams and silence fills the air,
I wonder why you really thought I would care,
But how it now shows you that love sometimes sours,
No movie tonight with the now late, late hours.

Mumpity, flumpity, flickety flo,
Skippedy, whippedy, whatate is so.
Nannity, sanity, banality more,
Appity, slappity, slippery ore.

This it the language of garrilous gores,
Plumpity, uppity, nackity nor,
Willowby, silloby, mackity, lore,
Sit by the window you hippety hoe.

Africaty, molassesity, whoppity wo,
Laughity, screetchity, eachity sore,
Walk in a willow and trees are abore,
Sit by the window you willowby store.

A woman's body was found today,
Just laying lifeless in a ditch,
Her eyes were still just like a church,
Where souls get lost without a hope.

A child was beaten and died today,
Poor, little dear did nothing wrong,
But still some innocent left this world,
Because the madness reigned supreme.

A little, black girl so beautiful to see,
Was hunted down and murdered so,
Just like as though she never existed,
Left in the pile of humans gone.

I heard the news let out a scream,
Some other lover killed their love,
In a most heated passion of hate,
Put forth the means to silent a soul.

I looked to Heaven with tired eyes,
The tears of Heaven flowed down in rain,
The clouds so parted to show God's face,
With sadness in his countenance now.

This cup of life has not fulfilled,
My every longing quest to live,
Nor, has the tempest of the sea,
So drowned a sorrow and aching soul.

It seemed that when a life began,
The endless possibilities reigned,
With all the moments given to me,
To build some sort of life, you see.

But it was such a challenge, yes,
To predetermine the course to follow,
Yet, try so desperately little man,
To find a place where I belonged.

To reinvent what's lost in time,
Almost an event so impossible,though,
I struggled here and there to be,
More than what God had given freely.

Then morning comes one day you see,
That all emcompassing time is passed,
When we sit back to examine the road,
To how we arrived so quickly here.

But beats a heart with a directive to live,
Pounds ever hard to save what is left,
We look to the future with earnest means,
To be more than than the sum of me.

This cup of life has not fulfilled,
My every longing quest to live,
Nor, has the tempest of the sea,
So drowned a sorrow and aching soul.

It seemed that when a life began,
The endless possibilities reigned,
With all the moments given to me,
To build some sort of life, you see.

But it was such a challenge, yes,
To predetermine the course to follow,
Yet, try so desperately little man,
To find a place where I belonged.

To reinvent what's lost in time,
Almost an event so impossible,though,
I struggled here and there to be,
More than what God had given freely.

Then morning comes one day you see,
That all emcompassing time is passed,
When we sit back to examine the road,
To how we arrived so quickly here.

But beats a heart with a directive to live,
Pounds ever hard to save what is left,
We look to the future with earnest means,
To be more than than the sum of me.

If love be lost when trials begin,
And all the time ends swift in sin,
Then how can we rebuild our hearts,
From end to beginning with a start?

If pain is passed like bread that's baked,
When no one faces the pains they staked,
Then how can forgiveness soon show its face,
If no one is willing to run this tempered race?

So easily the fingers point harsh to the source,
Who caused the hurt and ran the wild course,
With anger bursting forth in heated flames,
Again what matters is who's to blame.

Yet time and time we so desperately try to mend,
To stop the blood flow and with a message send,
That once we loved each other so eager to be,
But now we are blinded and can no longer see.

Another casualty the world will not soon post,
Because we care not on who loves another the most,
With worldwide motion of people with lives to live,
We've little time to solve this problem and to give.