“I wonder what it’s like to love you.” You say as we’re lying in my bed.
“I wouldn’t know,” I say, “I don’t think anybody ever has.”
And you give me a pitiful smile, the kind you always give when I
say something so negative about myself.
I guess I’m glad I’ve come to think of it as ‘commitment’ rather than ‘pity’.
I’ve let myself drown in you. I let myself become lost in your lifeless eyes
and I’m filled with regrets but I don’t regret a thing. Maybe I Regret Breathing.
You’ll let my ghost linger, just for awhile longer. You’ll let me be real to you.
And as I feel the smoothness of you silk black hair in my hands, I wonder
if I’ve ever really loved you or if I just loved how in love we could have been.
Calling Spring North,
Chirping buds to burgeon,
Teetering in rain that turns to sleet,
Clutching black, wet branches,
Feathers puffed against the chill,
Cocked heads seeking sleepy worms,
Side glancing carefully the neighbor's cat.
These red-breasted birds
Chortling in the morning sun
Sing cheer to me.
Though I, no longer young,
My Autumn just begun,
Winter coming on,
Life's seasons only last a while.
I have a Savior,
Who has gone before,
Endured cold Winter's death,
Calls me to Spring,
Beckons me to Summer....
It's spring again
The once forgotten jewels of nature are
spewing their life forces at me
At an harmless attempt to dance with ribbons brighter than a sunset on Venus it's self
No I can't argue the majestic mystery behind this beauty
But I won't forget what was sacrificed
Beauty and pain protect each other
Every rose has a thorn for its victim
Lured by the seduction
Ignorance is bliss
Love is pure
No speculation necessary
When I first saw them I saw my love
Her skin was soft and delicate balanced with the same color
How could God create her in harmony with nature
I thought as
My heart was pounding
I was lead there after following a golden stream
light from the Sun was just kissing the waters
Then I saw them
A blanket of red and pink scattered in the woods
Butterflies greeted me as I entered
It was a golden path of sunflowers
with walls made of honeycombs
We would dance before I presented her the gift
A noble gesture and finally she asked
Why are you bleeding
The truth escape me at the moment
I didn't know but I leaned for a kiss
I hope you guys enjoyed.
Oscar Wilde included me on this one
The radiant blossoms of spring,
Bursting from the frozen stagnant soil.
The snow blocking the plant's freedom.
An icy barrier telling the sprout it should wait to grow,
Halting its inevitable growth.
What is the snow for man?
What is our barrier from springtime sunlight?
Is it the establishments we toil away at?
The haze of winter,
Seems to never end now,
In our modern world.
Was a sweet sunny day
when I saw a little bee
happily zipping along
singing his sweet song
he zipped right past me
I chased him around
and around an oak tree
trying to capture him
and make him all mine
so I could have my fill
of his sweet tasting honey
everyday all the time
It's called march madness for a reason
I don't know what it is with these season
Whether it's climate, pheromones
Or that we finally feel at home
There are couples everywhere you can see them