And there she laid
resting so soundly,
afraid she would awaken
to my heartbeat pounding

I studied her for a few
before my fingers ran sleek
through her brown hair
and down her white cheek

She smiled softly
as her voice came to rise
a gleam of light shined
as she opened her eyes

I was in awe
lost in the moment
time had just stopped
I realized I owned it

Her hand came to life
and went over my head
moved down on my neck
and that's when I said

follow me ***
to come see our sun
a new day has birthed
a new chapter begun

So still we sat
as we watched over the hill
So firmly we embraced
as our hearts did fill

My front to her rear
I could just smell her hair
I whispered in her ear
"I've something to share"

She asked me what it was
and why I had returned home
I told her I had a question
that formed an epitome

I have returned to commit
and make you my wife
It's been you all along
The Truest Love Of My Life

Soon she did smile
as the sun rested on her eyes
We held hands in folding
Experiencing our First Sunrise

Stop
Before the rain falls
To wash away your worry

Wait
After the wind blows
That pushes against your breath

Fall
Allow this reckoning wash and push you in a new direction...


Renew
In all that this new moment imposes
so you may reach a higher level

Grow
From the energy you have been granted
so you may embrace this new light within

Breathe
In the newfound form you have uncovered
so you may match the rain and wind

I'm drunk
I'm very drunk
Not on beer or *****
Or wine or margaritas
But I'm drunk
But on what Nero?
What'd you get sloshed on?
I'll tell you
I'm drunk of a mixture of bitterness and lost hope
2/5ths of romanticism and no one to share that with
A shot of insecurity, and a tall glass of stress

I need to get sober
I'm tired of living through a constant hangover
So tomorrow I stop drinking my emotions
I'm throwing that bottle into the ocean

Why can't you see
The beauty that I do
I swear you're so amazing
In all that you do

But you focus on your flaws
Scratching yourself with your own claws
But I see someone special
But you let insecurities boil like a hot kettle

Where you see weakness I see strength
Where I reach out you pull away with a feint
Where you see ugliness I see beauty
Even though you don't believe me when I say so, that you think it's my duty

It's so frustrating when someone is so special
But they can't see it?
Can you see what I see?  I hope you will, you won't regret it

Poetry is opening old wounds
For the sake of healing another's
Poetry is recrying old tears
For the ability to wipe another's

Poetry is revisiting old exes
To help inspire a broken heart
Poetry is writing out of love even though you're alone
So that another love won't fall apart

Poetry is many things
From a hobby, to medicine, to therapy
But to me poetry is passion expressed
And the best kind of healing, one in which you create, and into it others can invest

Days


From the days we cherish and the days we let go. Perception is seemingly driven into the fibers of tomorrow.

For the days to let go
After the pain and the sorrow there is something about tomorrow that brings it all to ease. The end of the day and the day to follow offers all the courage one needs to borrow in order to wave a grateful goodbye to yesterday.

For the days we cherish
The emotions that shine through the night bring  flight to dreams it seems. The moments we wish  to cherish forever become a forthright endeavor. For things may not always seem right, one can still hold tight through the night where darkness holds no limits for dreams to take flight.

For the days to come
Fate isn't sealed, answers not always revealed but rest assure the time is always right. Whether it's light or dark, question or remark, the time is right now. We choose how to handle it, we can buy it or sample it. Mark it or stamp it. But for the sake of purpose to close the curtain, tomorrow will be yesterday after the mark of today.

Not always but mostly
  Sincerely yours

I watch you watch me gliding by
Your joy worn on your sleeve
You hold me close, meld into me
My frayed veins you deftly weave.

A creeping line across an egg
Your face cracks into a smile
As silver syrup of moonlight seeps
Beem from your eyes, beguile.

I watch you pour love into me
Drops wetting parched dry heart
Words of satin, silken smooth
Bathe my restless wounds in art.

I believe that you ache when I ache
Edge of your world starts crumpling in
But tall you stand, hands on my ears
Muting out my shrieking din.

I believe you when you say you'll stay
Through my journey fraught with blades
Strong grip steadies my perilous walk
Gnashing jaws 'neath tightrope fades.

You shield yourself with arms aflexed
Marked with scars of self defense
Yet you kiss my Jekyll and my Hyde
You bore through my vile pretence.

I know not how our tale will end
The greys fragment into more shades
Know that your marrow fills my bones
You're the reason my life still parades.