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Stephan May 2016
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The front yard of her home,
no white picket fence
just a cement curb separates
where she sat with the Crayolas,
she received last year when she turned seven,
63 to be exact
(the umber one lost under her bed months ago)

A hot sunny day,
colored wax puddles blend
with butterflies floating
and tiger lilies swaying like an orange banner
at the VFW parade

The ice cream truck sings in bells,
displaying pink cones
and rainbow push-ups,
but she is not in the giggling line,
dollars stretched for treats

The summer breeze flips the pages
of the mother goose coloring book
Images blur together as fairy tales
fly by, waving farewell
while her impression in the soft green grass
slowly disappears

Red eyes droop on sagging skin
her worried mother can’t breathe,
calling her name in coarse tones,
repeating, hoping, repeating
as another slate gray day passes
in her shattered world
of melted crayons
and lost innocence
Stephan May 2016
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*Clinging to shooting star sparkles,
like diamonds aglow
in your eyes
Breathing the scent of affection,
breezes in whispers,
soft sighs

Floating on clouds made of
cashmere, plush as the
heavens above
Drenched deep in drizzled desires,
melting the depths
of your love
Stephan Jun 2016


I hope I do not disappoint
for I am merely me
Just a common average man
nothing much to see

No one all that special
a normal kind of guy
I smile when I am happy
and when I’m sad I cry

Perhaps a little overweight
I do not dress in style
Wrinkles where they shouldn’t be
they’ve been there for a while

No Prince Charming on a steed
a flowing lush estate
Nor a white knight armor clad
a sentry at the gate

Fighting fiery dragons
with a sword held in my hand
I wouldn’t even hurt a fly
I hope you understand

Not much like a movie star
good looks and perfect hair
If I walked into a room
no one would stop and stare

I do not have a sculpted chin
or muscles big and strong
Definitely not a leading man
for that would just be wrong

I’m not young like I used to be,
way too close to old
But if you can see past my faults
you’ll find my heart is gold

I want to bring you sunshine
every cold and cloudy day
Write for you a poem
that will take your breath away

Look into your eyes so deep
with wishes from afar
Maybe sit beneath the moon
and see a shooting star

Tell you that you’re beautiful
while we are oh so near
Show you my affection
so you know it is clear

That every dream I’ve ever dreamed
is what you’ve come to be
I hope you see me as the same
though I am merely me
Stephan Aug 2016
.

I’ve seen her for a week or two,
she’s new around these parts
Always with a smile that could
melt the coldest hearts

The other day I waved as she
went strolling down the street
When she waved back, I thought inside,
now her I’d like to meet

She said hello today again
as she went walking by
I grabbed the mail from in the box,
responded with a “hi”

Thinking now’s the perfect time
I added, “how are you?”
She answered, “I am doing fine,
just taking in the view”


I offered her a coffee,
figured I would take a shot
She said, “A coffee sounds real nice
but it is kind of hot”


“Maybe then some iced tea,
I could brew a *** instead?”
But she was thinking something else
for this is what she said

“I’d rather have a milkshake
from the local ice cream shop
Piled high with whipped cream
and a cherry on the top”


I wonder if she noticed
the big smile on my face
“I’ll go get my wallet and
we’ll walk down to the place”

We sat down at the counter and
I thought I’d act real cool
“Two vanilla milkshakes please”
She jumped up from the stool

“Vanilla, are you crazy,
are you touched inside your head?
With a vanilla milkshake
this girl wouldn’t be caught dead”


I just sat there startled,
not too sure what I should say
I never thought vanilla would have
angered her this way

“I’m sorry that I yelled at you,
I know I sounded mean
But something happened long ago
with that flavor of ice cream”


She sat back down and smiled,
I kept staring in her eyes
The perfect shade of brown they were
and then I realized

“I’ll bet you prefer chocolate,
oh so sweet and creamy thick”
She said, “Yes, that’s my favorite,
it’s the flavor I would pick”


I pondered for a moment,
took a little time to think
Should I change my order,
ask for something else to drink?

I said, “Please make hers chocolate
and I’d like to change mine too
Just give me a few minutes
to decide just what to do”

I don’t care for chocolate,
really hate it I must say
I’d rather eat a bullfrog
than that flavor any day

Something flavored burlap,
I would battle past the taste
But I can't handle chocolate,
that would surely be a waste

The waitress brought her milkshake,
she was happy as a child
The cherry and the whipped cream
seemed to drive her kind of wild

Removed the straw and raised
the fancy glass up to her face
And when she set it down again
there was chocolate every place

She then jumped up and kissed me,
made my lips a sticky mess
But also took my breath away,
yes that I must confess

I licked my lips and smiled,
then the strangest thing occurred
My heart was beating rapidly
and everything was blurred

I raised my hand to order,
knew exactly what to do
“What flavor can I get you ***?”
I said, “Make mine chocolate too”
Stephan Sep 2016
.

The sun still sleeps

as a dark horizon waits

for the
light of its morning

to illumine its world in beauty,

when I see your eyes open
and realize

mine has arrived first
Compact Poem Series
Stephan Aug 2016

As the lonely afternoon shimmers
in ribbons dancing on far off vistas
while blushing cloud formations
float on breathless breezes
and sunset dreams,

my thoughts wander
through long shadows forming
of maple tree embraces,
when again the silent dusk
finds we are apart

and my saddened heartbeat
echoes upon distant horizons,
anticipating twilight's arrival,
bidding farewell to another day
of missing her
Stephan Sep 2016
.

Of broken branch and multi-colored stone façade
the pathway steals my outward glance
Winding through the cottage hills
like kite string freed by a strong wind, it spills
Patterns shadow in abstract array
through barbed wire and solid steel
barricades, creating menacing shapes,
criss-crossing narrow wheel ruts of long ago

Obstacles, of stead and stood,
branded in a wilting wood
directions carved to empty me of all I know as good


Within my chest sits a living compass,
beating my quest in a never ending melody,
sweet as caramel cream pie and pointing
towards the sun, which sits before me
two hills above the horizon on this new day
Temptation beckons over my right shoulder,
whistling in the breeze of delicious
offerings, and I do hunger

Take your glow of nectarines
cool refreshing summer streams
for I shan’t waver, not an inch, her love calls in my dreams


Midday, as the solar glow finds my shoulders red
and sweat clings like life in dampened conclusions,
blisters form bringing the pain of decisions made before
and I would have it no other way, for this I deserve
Mountains faced of fractured stone break my crawl,
rubble sweeps my feet, as my knees bleed,
thirst speaks in the language of a long feared enemy,
yet I do not listen…

State your case in hammered stone
tear my skin of broken bone
no tethered vines of loneliness shall sway me from my home


My shadow now waits before me, long and slender,
molded by dried weathered foot prints, my foot prints,
once heading a direction opposite my heart
Many years old yet still their outline remains as a warning,
When I see it, the lilac arbor, scented in old desires and
new in life, encasing a glow, melodies of gold finch song
as my eyes find your smile, an extended hand, a soft touch
I have found my way home, to you

*Decisions made along the way
mistaken steps of lost array
when found my every dream it longs within your arms to stay
Stephan Apr 2016
Faded faces on a poster,
smeared lipstick and messed up hair,
burglarized of their dreams
by a modern day masquerade
A lonely disguise pleading endless attention,
outstretched hands offering peace,
playing house beneath the dinette
draped in crocheted tablecloths
calling to the foolish
with pretty words
and overused catch phrases

Offering tainted tea and stale biscuits,
chuckling behind faux teardrops
painted pale blue for effect,
luring the helpless,
promising friendship,
pinky rings and throw pillows
softening the blow
before bearing claws, ripping flesh,
shredding hopeful hearts
till ****** remains drip
into little grey circles
of vacant farewells
Stephan May 2016
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*A warm morning
greets me beneath a
silent springtime sky
of fading stars
and moon beam departures
as another lonely day
finds me still
thinking of you

And as I quietly gaze
across sunrise glimmers
tickling distant weary fields
to the northern horizon
my thoughts change
as I wonder. . .
if you are thinking
of me too
Stephan Jun 2016

Frozen flavors
on a stick,
delicious and
so very sweet

Orange, cherry
watermelon,
take your pick
it can’t be beat

Something cold
and so refreshing,
on your lips
to quell the heat

Then we’ll share
popsicle kisses,
my all time favorite
summer treat
Stephan Jul 2016
.

Shattered, tattered, battered and scattered,
when my only hope was that I  . . .  mattered
Stephan Aug 2016


Can you hear it,
soft on window pane whispers,
floating in sunrise shadows,
smooth as fountains flowing,
drifting in and out of silence,
pouring internal meanings,
rhythmic wishes

Blushed in muted tones,
standing in a rainbow’s arch,
drenched of weeping welcomes,
singing sweet praises
moving in metered time
to your wondrous love,
can you hear it?
Stephan May 2016
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*In this dark, soft, silent sky
where starlight teardrops weep
in moon glow feathered sonnets,
my heart seeks. . .

clinging to every hope,
laced of tiny shimmered dreams
now filtered through weary eyes
and worried sighs

Collecting each moment shared
within my weathered hands, mixed
with the essence of maple
and snow flakes

woven together in northern patterns,
colorful arcs on distant horizons
bidding me a good evening while
riding in on a hovering mist

As another tear paints my cheek
in transparent worry
and desperate longing for that day
when happiness finds you,

for that is my endless wish,
behind tufted clouds of life,
touching me with poetic joy,
allowing me to breathe freely

For here I stand,
eternally gazing upward,
scanning the heavens
for that elusive glistening  

in this dark, soft, silent sky
where starlight teardrops weep
in moon glow feathered sonnets,
as my heart seeks . . . your smile
Stephan Sep 2016


My mind it thinks of so many things,
of happy times its known
Directly into my heart it sings
in thoughts that I am shown

When I’m alone and I close my eyes,
it wanders here and there
Through sunny days of the bluest skies,
the sunsets we did share

It shows me daily your gorgeous smile
that takes my breath away
Your eyes reflecting a moonlit style
in glistening display

Your tender arms as they hold me tight,
to never let me go
And kissing you on a summer night,
I shouldn't tell you so

It takes me places that we have been,
the laughter and the fun
Where passion bloomed of our touching skin,  
the two of us as one

Those quiet moments of whispered dreams,
our longing wants for more
Forever flowing on endless streams
with one who I adore

It hears your voice as it tells my heart
our love will never die
It also knows that we are apart
and those thoughts make me cry

My mind it thinks of so many things
as I have penned above
But each day all that it wants to think
is how much you I love
Stephan Jun 2016
.

I saw a shadow
         and wondered if it was mine
So I asked it,                
it looked at me like I was stupid . . .

                                . . .  it was my shadow
Stephan Jun 2016


My whispered wish
sweet love divine,
is your soft lips
caressing mine

And if per chance
my wish comes true,
so will my dreams
when kissing you
Stephan Sep 2016


We gaze into
a misty sky,
layered soft in
raindrop wishes

I hold you close
as we embrace,
drenched in nature’s
sprinkled kisses
She said it is raining and she is sad. Hopefully this will help her smile.
Stephan Aug 2016
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She stole my heart
and tried to hock it,
but the pawn shop
wouldn’t give her
anything for it
because it was
broken

Feeling bad
she tried to
give it back,
but when she did
I stole hers,
she still has mine –
it’s fixed now
Stephan Oct 2016
.

We lay in the soft grass

picking out shapes in the white fluffy clouds
as they wander across

a brilliant blue sky

You gaze above and whisper
“I have never seen anything more beautiful”

I stare at their reflection in your eyes and say,

“Neither have I”
Compact Poem Series
Stephan May 2016
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*Sadness invades
every corner left open
Ears falling deaf
to the thoughts that do scream
Heartbeats are breaking
in moments of worry
Tears on the edge
of a fracturing dream

Anguish now splintered
as window panes shatter
Closing the curtains
to fend off the fear
Still there is one,
hoping you will hold on too
Look in your heart
and you’ll find I am near

Taking your hand,
bringing light to the darkness
Trudging a path
so your feet do not bleed
Lifting you up
when your spirits are drowning
I will be there
in your moment of need

I am not much
just a friend who adores you
Taking your pain
as if it’s all my own
Heeding your call
nothing else it does matter
A long as I breathe
you are never alone
Stephan Aug 2016


Sometimes I’m stupid
Sometimes I’m dumb
Sometimes my brain
Is a little too numb

Sometimes I listen
Sometimes I hear
Sometimes I frown
When it’s not very clear

Sometimes I speak
Sometimes I say
Sometimes the words
Seem to get in the way

Sometimes I run
Sometimes I hide
Sometimes I lock
All my feelings inside

Sometimes I hope
Sometimes I dream
Sometimes I reach
If you know what I mean

Sometimes I give
Sometimes I take
Sometimes I feel
Like I’m ready to break

Sometimes I write
Sometimes it’s art
Sometimes my poems
Will touch her heart

Sometimes I smile
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I worry
And I don’t know why

Sometimes I think
Sometimes I do
But always I know
I'm in love with you

Eternally true
Forever you’ll see
It’s never sometimes
When it is you and me
Stephan Apr 2016
In lyrical fashion they fall of this gypsy soul
rehearsed longings, song-like reminders
Days long of time in the mind of a charmer,
memories threaded, stitched of fears
Aching endeavors form each step of the procession
slowly along the sorted byways of life,
aged in moments of eternal passing
Crooked lines predict faultless failures,
staggered footprints hide from the light,
cloaked in brocade emotions
on a winding trail of the forgotten
Stained in petrified tears
the sorrowed breadcrumbs are scattered
never to die, again
Stephan Oct 2016
.

Drizzle coated the billboard
sitting on that desolate stretch of highway
waiting for someone to read
or at least hide behind, parked car, back seat
steamed windows, sighs just above a holler,
a collar unbuttoned,
casual abundance with the radio on
seeking a Clapton tune
as nimble fingers
show the difference between a slow hand
and a destined position,
where rain doesn’t matter
because it I just as wet inside
though hotter than an August day,
perspiring in the friction
as love hits the four way flashers
blinkers accelerate, left, right, faster,
names are called, tears are cried
and the road home now beckons . . .
Stephan Aug 2016
.

What is it,
dripping from the skyline,
peach bloom worries,
those shiny petals twirling,
hypnotizing, creating that image,
the dark words, caustic phrases
they mimic because it sounds cool

Playing with minds waiting
for that next head way,
standing before a store front,
watching fuzzy televisions,
stealing what's new,
spitting on sidewalks and sticking
chewed gum under sills

They follow blindly
where they are led,
waving flags of faded glory denim,
ripped at the knees
from falling before guidance
that is off center at best

Still they praise,
in four letter monotone voices
demanding to know, what the...
receiving only laughter
and discarded job applications,
tossed in stainless steel bins
they have no business emptying
Stephan Aug 2016

I wish I could write
a poem so perfect
It would be the last one
that I’d need to write

One that would tell you
exactly my feelings
Filling your heart on
this warm summer night

Words so amazing
your eyes would not falter
Gazing the verses
with me as your view

Every breath that you
find you are breathing
Comes with a song
of a love ever true

Phrases that touch where
no other has touched you
Caressing your dreams
with a feeling so pure

If only I could I would
write you that poem
So there’d be no doubt
you’re the one I adore
Stephan Jul 2016


I watched my world
come crashing down
and as I sifted
through the pieces
trying to put it
back together again,
I came across
a piece I didn't
recognize from before,
it was you . . .

I need no more pieces
Stephan Jul 2016

My dreams
come at moments
when you are
not near

For there’s no
need to dream
if I have
you here
Stephan Sep 2016
.

We don’t look like they do,
graphic replicas of a life in tatters,
drifting on lonesome clouds
Dove’s wing spread
capturing the wind,
waving goodbye to an existence
that dreams in black and white,
fashioning commercials
like chip and salsa dispensers

Camouflaged by sadness,
greens and browns woven in corduroy overalls
Contemplating the loss
before the beginning creates a title
and words have only meaning
for other who chose to read
and believe that each day
is a jewel in the crown of the month

Floating on seas of discontent
even though heart shaped sails
reflect on horizons
much closer than they appear
but still so far away
that silhouettes resemble unmentionables
as others keep a watchful eye
for anything that even seems
like a tide fueled rumor,
just because they can

Still, we don’t look like they do,
maybe because our visions come through
a brilliant sunrise and we realize
we do need somebody
and we won’t hesitate to cherish,
quietly of course,
those who come to touch us
in the wake of our dreams,
hiding in plain sight,
disguised as no one
in particular
Stephan May 2016
-

Here within this narrow space
Deserted long the thoughts of youth
Age has crept its promised steps
Casting forth unwanted truth
Grasping wishes long since gone
Dissipating shadows reek
Stinking little wants and needs
Masking everything you seek
For this end does call your name
Chase the years now falling fast
Futures fade among the mist
Yesterdays collect your past
And as roses wilt the stem
There upon your box to die
Pictures those who stayed at home
Sending cards that wish goodbye
Hear the gravel close the gaps
Shoveled fill above your head
Shout until your throat is raw
No one listens to the dead
Stephan Sep 2016
.

Normally the sunrise
comes to start a wondrous day
So tell me why this morning
I just want to run away
Stephan Jun 2016


My heart
took flight
on northern wings

To find
the love
forever brings

Along a path
above
this place

Of cooler
ways
desires trace

For when
at last
I stand before

My waited
wish that
I adore

Then I
will know
this wondrous view

Is proof
my dreams
have all come true
Stephan Aug 2016

Sunsets and moonbeams
in twilight design
Star dust and whispers
on breezes so fine

You by my side
just enjoying the view
There’s nothing better
that I love to do
Stephan Sep 2018
.

Nothing more than a pretty smile

There she was chasing a rabbit
with 1 am coffeecakes and weak tea
She didn’t notice I was watching
from the branches of an olive tree
A lone smile hidden amongst
swirling smoke rings in a foreign accent

To the gazebo she ran
with its straw grass tables
and pleated cushions in hibiscus
print fabric no one would sit on

My eyes followed her as she
darted around manicured boxwoods
and cherub statues spitting water
onto sleeping lily pads,
following the same schedule
as the other…identical

She came upon a dandelion
and asked politely, “Pardon me,
but have you seen a…”
The **** interrupted,
“Didn’t…don’t do drama dreams
dancing deliriously down
donut distracted ditches”
“That’s dumb” she replied
with a giggle and a snort

This must be her fun, I think,
trying to catch a white ball of fur,
big, then small,
then smaller still like a
thimble seeking a thread,
when now she is stopped
in her ziggy zagging tracks
by a June bug singing,

“I see, I see, in front of me
Dessert, dessert, set out for free
A chocolate pie, a chocolate pie
in menus written on the sky”

Perplexed she climbed upon its back
and flew, holding onto
red leather shoulder pads
with black dots changing shapes,
ducking winged arches that
covered the vestibule they
soared through when a sharp turn
pitched her to the opposite side…

Landing with a thud,
her new dress now soiled
between the wrinkles in time
that had ticked away
on a clock faced sun named Ray

She cried carrot tears,
orange sherbet streams
on peach tone cheeks,
marmalade miseries
and mango miscues
piddling on her patent leather shoes,
ready to give up

When it appeared, hopping happily
Jumping into her lap
and licking her face
She caressed its fur, removing
sticker burs and scratching
just the right spot, as its right rear leg
thumped with joy

Then lifting the bundled bunny
to her face, she kissed it tenderly
with wild cherry gloss lips,
or should I say…kissed me
for you see, all along, it was me

And you thought I was nothing more than a pretty smile…..
Stephan May 2016
.

Dove into the center of the ripples of my mind
Waded through the waters flowing free
Picking out the phrases that my open eyes now find
Words that I’ve collected patiently

So that I could write them on the pages of your heart
In hopes when you’re alone that you will read
Filled with my affection in these moments we’re apart
Proof that you are all I’ll ever need

Nothing oh so fancy like a blushing sunset scene
Tinting fluffy clouds an orange hue
Just some words I’ve stored away to say just what I mean
Like these three now written, “I love you”
Stephan Jul 2016
.

Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom
Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground
Allowing the beasties free reign in the village
Bellowing out o’er the wickedest sound

Pacing the streets, seeking out bits of garbage
Leaving their stains on the innocent few
Leering in windows where children are hiding
Tender young things and so easy to chew

Thieves in the night lurk about come the morning
Stealing the sun at the break of the dawn
Drinking of sewage a’ flow in the gutters
Checking off names as the many are gone

Peering ‘round corners, down alleys, in shadows
Seeking the favor of all who do grieve
Laughing in spite of the torment now growing
Licking their lips in the hope you believe

Roaming in groups so the followed outnumber
Say what you will for the king does not hear
Lost in his throne made of mirrors that flatter
Shivering, cowering, caving to fear

Deaf to the villagers asking for reason
Blind to the pillage befalling this land
Dumb, well I guess that just goes without saying
Nary a care what the people demand

Feasting on turkey, potatoes and gravy
Raising a glass to the enemy proud
Taking a stand against those who support him
Locking the front doors while yelling aloud

“Carry your torches, your pitchforks, your honor
It matters not for this evil shall win
Even when gone there are echoes of anger
Lingering on till they come back again

Give them your all, what you’ve poured your heart into
Down on your knees, bow to them one and all
Step over rock and the piles of rubble
This castle will stand even when the walls fall

Shout all you like as no change is forthcoming
Accept it or flee, you think I give a ****
When you are gone many more will replace you
Now pass those peas and a slice of that ham”


So roam the beasties, their teeth ever sharpened
Fanning the flames as so many are burned
Tearing apart what the people envisioned
Silly to think that they somehow had learned

Nothing so happy with no ever after
Always the same, it will happen again
But unlike some other long winded stories
Sadly in this I can not say “the end”

Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom
Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground
Thankfully I can peruse from a distance
Witnessing all without hanging around
Stephan May 2016
-
I watched the sun setting
as another ending had arrived
Then I wondered what
tomorrow would bring
Until the dark clouds settled
and I realized that
the fading horizon was us -
there will be no tomorrow
Stephan Jun 2016
.

Take this, this poem
with torn, tattered edges
Stuff it in pockets
of jeans faded blue
Tell all the people
who teeter on ledges
Nothing is worse
if you have not a clue

Shatter this pen
flowing ink made of fire
Charring the castles
where dragon wings fly
Fanning the flames
that a sad heart has started
When every stanza
now ends in goodbye

Fracture the vase
that once sat in the window
Emerald green
with a chardonnay shine
Toss me the shards
till you see I am bleeding
Now have some cheesecake,
a nice glass of wine

Bury these dreams
so they fade in the morning
Hidden from sunlight
and coated in dew
Roll out the leaves
in the cover of autumn
Springtime for me
is now long overdue
Stephan Jun 2016
.

“I miss her so much,” he said
as he sat in the corner crying
I wanted so badly to say something to console him,
anything to make him feel better,
just a few kind words to soothe his pain
but I couldn’t,
he was me
Stephan Aug 2016


O’er the seas an angel wishes,
windswept dreams and blowing kisses
Breakfast tides awake the sand
to feature this enchanted land

Oceans green and aqua blues,
tinted morning shimmered hues
A wisp o’ wind doth touch her hair
of tapered breezes come to share

Upon her vessel pearly white
is born the beauty of her sight
So calm at peace and rest allure,
wonders cast from sculpted shore

Adrift to catch a sunny day,
amongst the waters she doth play
Eyes of brown and skin divine,
I long to call this angel mine

I stand the beach in searching of,
that soon my heart shall find her love
As rippled waters bide their time
of deep expanse and salted brine

To sail these waters castaway,
I fall upon my knees and pray
This angel sweet atop the sea,
shall find her way to only me

For on this day as it does smile,
alone she waits in precious style
Of shelled delight and smooth of wake
to bring within my heart to take

This song of coastal oceans main
I hear the melody again
And o’er this dream it can bestow
to sail within her wings aglow
Stephan Sep 2016
~
If less really is more
then I want less, because
I definitely want more
~
Stephan Sep 2016
.

I’m sick of writing poetry
I’m sick of it I am
Especially all these rhyming words
that flow out from this pen

Those tired worn out phrases
I write about her smile
Each lovey-dovey stanza
in fancy cursive style

The lines about the evening,
a shimmering moon beam
And how when I am slumbering
she always is my dream

Affectionate creations
oh please, for goodness sake
I can not write another one
it’s more than I can take

This poetry about my love
for her I always feel
Upsets my stomach every night
I mean, come on, get real

All of it is stupid
though some may call it dumb
For when I’m finished writing one
my fingers all go numb

Oh crap, Stephan is coming
he’s walking through the door
The biggest smile on his face
I’ve ever seen before

He’s been on the phone with her
he thinks he’s pretty slick
Now he’ll write something beautiful
and it will make me sick

And who am I, you’re asking
well you just should have known
I’m the laptop on his desk
that he left all alone

I used to be his favorite,
but that was way before
He found this mesmerizing girl
the one he does adore

Jealous, oh you think so
well maybe you are right
Or just an angry laptop
that won’t go without a fight

Just wait until I post this
it will be pretty sweet
Oh no, don’t hit that button
**** he just pushed dele…
**** computers
Stephan Aug 2016
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You and me were always with each other
Before we knew the other was ever there


Destiny carves its path through lives,
filling needs unknown until it happens
Bridging gaps of empty terrain
where love is sensed, felt
on dark days like eyes watching,
as our hearts wait for that one
planned to accompany us on the journey

You and me we belong together
Just like a breath needs the air


So many comparisons play,
moving pieces to spaces, uncovered
Sliding down chutes, climbing ladders,
believing that something waits, something good
Inspired to keep going, following the lines
drawn in tingles on skin,
need becomes clear as we are found,
where we always belonged

I told you if you called I would come runnin’
Across the highs the lows the in betweens


You’ve taken my hand and showed me
things are not always as they seem
Until you find them in your shadow,
lifting you when you fall, gently,
caressing your soul in unexplained notions,
safety and comfort with merely the touch
of caring fingers, wrapping arms, a voice

You and me we’ve got two minds that think as one
And our hearts march to the same beat


Your eyes, my eyes, we see identical patterns,
curving about skylines in high rise tempos
As we walk together, one step after the other,
but two steps towards the other, always for the other,
in whatever direction they choose,
syncopated movements hand in hand

They say everything it happens for a reason
You can be flawed enough but perfect for a person


These scars of past seasons, cold winds blow
across arid deserts of details and misgivings
Cloaked in love’s blanket, blind spots
accepted beyond yesterdays, erased by tomorrows
Put away in box with a lock, no key is available
not that it is wanted anyway

Someone who will be there for you when you fall apart
Guiding your direction when you’re riding through the dark


This light that leads from your smile,
your understanding, your acceptance
reflected back as a mirrored image
Enhancing the beam of this forever feeling,
strolling down avenues of pleasure for
happiness is always a two way street,
northbound, southbound, together

*Oh that’s you and me…
The italicized lines are lyrics from the song “You and Me” by Pink and Dallas Green off the Rose Ave album.  
Give it a listen:   https://youtu.be/TUYleIXgceQ?list=RDTUYleIXgceQ
Stephan Aug 2016


Softly the glow of the evening is falling
Beneath the moon on a serpentine sky
Creating auras beyond every heartbeat
Whispering down in a mystical sigh

Holding you close as the heavens are watching
Gazing upon every smile that they weave
Kissing your lips in the midst of the splendor
Sharing our love on a midsummer’s eve
Stephan Jul 2016


Far above the borders,
north of anything I’ve seen

Nervous apprehension,
up to now was just a dream

Falling as I see her,
more in love than yesterday

Gazing on her smile,
takes my every breath away

A wished forever meeting,
sunset shimmers lace the skies

Standing now before her,
staring deep within her eyes

Mesmerizing beauty,
twilight whispers float the air

Enchanted by the vision
that my heart has come to share

When at last I kiss her,
moonlight glows the skies above

Stardust sparkles glisten
down on this amazing love

Savoring these moments
on an evening made for two

Knowing that at long last
all my dreams have now come true
Stephan Sep 2016


It’s funny how the world does spin
an ever turning way
To bring the sun and then the moon
on any given day

With hours steady passing by
they start and then they end
As if in the blink of an eye
to come around again

But then at times it slows a bit
to down below a crawl
As if the earth is standing still
and doesn’t move at all

The skies just sit there lingering
so calm above your head
When suddenly your heart is filled
by something that she said

A smile forms upon your face
your pulse a rapid beat
As breathing quickly slips away,
now weak upon your feet

It’s funny how the world does spin
an ever turning way
Until she whispers “I love you”
on any given day
Stephan Aug 2016

As twilight sighs
neath moon shadow patterns,
my longing heart beats
in perfect cadence
with the universe,
creating constellations
on a silent nightscape
shimmering luminously
of my love for her
Ok, just one.  : )
Stephan Jun 2016
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*Now as a crescent moon does shine,
such beauty do I see
Beneath the stars where you are mine
to hold eternally

So when the morning sun does rise
on bluer skies above
You’ll see the truth within my eyes,
forever is my love
One
Stephan Mar 2016
One
"I remember the first time I kissed her,

because it was also the last time."
Stephan Aug 2016
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I touched the field of amber pleadings
with eyes only sure enough to find that hidden light
Long lost in the sea of forgotten grasses,
brown from the sun, parched by a drought,
exhaling diversions as I stand facing time,
expecting faces to appear but hands caught the sorrow,
passing it down to an earth that is baked and sore,
thirsting for more, a longer plain in this universe

Weeping cocoons snug in the brambles
oblivious to what the outside wears,
blend in with the endings slowly creeping
awaiting metamorphosis
as a tree falls, no noise, no energy for that
Rooted in dismay, clogged by last season’s air,
pausing only to capture one final view
of the smoke stacks, brick faced commandos,
circular spewing pillars
where beneath wealth is created
but eternity is shortened at wholesale prices

Grey skies, a constant color
pressing doom and gloom
into the landscape, fitted like wedges
force fed in spoonfuls of ignorance
Gathering place settings at my feet,
stirring up dust, blurring the wishers
wondering where the water went,
dry beds, serpentine emptiness,
spilling into garbage piles where lakes once
reflected the ripples as they slowly left,
as not even mud stands a fighting chance

When on a hill I see them, the youth,
our future, backpacks and bubblegum,
ear buds and sunglasses, well meaning,
looking for the next iphone, not being taught
that an apple is actually a fruit
Reading comic books about heroes,
caped crusaders who will save the planet
(that must be what the S stands for)
one colored page at a time

And I sit in the dirt, leaving my impression
for that is all I have left, no answers that
have not been asked, no solutions
that remain passed over, just a wild hair
out of place in this take all world
as highways trickle across farm lands
and corn fields are as barren as my stare

But there is hope…there is always hope...

I hope
Note: I meant no offense to children, I believe they are our future and I have great hopes for each and every one of them. I was just trying to make a point kind of metaphorically or something like that.
Stephan Jul 2016
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Tweezers work magic,
it doesn’t hurt near what was expected
as the irritant is finally removed
from below the skin

It’s not a void, just a space,
quickly forgotten
soon to be just an illusion,
a rapidly fading echo

Silenced in grey tones
painted on chipped concrete
over dripping graffiti
unreadable at best

Finding sidewalks go both ways,
coming and going
so as not to miss the signs
for merchandise return

Where crowds gather
with department store bags in hand
hoping for a free sample
of the latest kool-aid flavor

While soapbox speakers
boast of past achievements,
wearing armor suits
proven to be defective

Complaining as doorways are boarded up
with rough edged 3/4" plywood,
secured with drywall screws
from the inside

And the world spins,
the sun sets and rises,
because in the end it is just another day,
with one less splinter
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