I watch the trees
Cackle in a polyphony of sound
Writhing
Dancing
Crying
Yelling
Sleeping
The leaves even fall dead
Where is my ticket?
For this show
The velvet drapes of Carnegie Hall have never seen such beauty in all their days
And I wonder
Why do people chase
Chase away the days and lives with 9 to 5 jobs
Just to buy a ticket to watch some sort of unforeseen beauty
Working just to work more
And living to work

And who ever had the silent idea
To sit idly and watch the trees
Dance and sway
And cackle at my *******
While I drift away
Into the depths of the show
The show that never ends.

It started with your glittering eyes
that tell no lies
I asked myself "why why why.."
every single day and night
Each morning with the thought of your eyes
I walk like I fly
My mind fills with the moments of our "hi & bye"
Locking eyes, sensing height
Nobody can lie
Cause Eyes don't lie
Cause Eyes don't lie.

Evasive
    Mysterious
    I want to reach out
       Touch
          Feel
       Watch
          No words
             Just Being.
          Quiet
             words
          Passing Each other
             Apart
                Yet drawn together
             Evasive
                Tension
             what would happen if --
             I reached out my hand...
                         and you took it?

You motioned
    I responded
You went ahead
    I followed
You disappeared
    I walked on --
    I checked for you,
    you were not there
I am challenged
    I want to understand
    I want the tension
    to break, or fall to
    a comfortable companionship
To bring the mystery closer,
    to swallow it
So that I can walk on
    and so can you
    united but apart.

"I once saw a man collecting bottles.
So i greeted him with an hello,
and gave him five dollars.
His eyes opened wide as his mouth
said, "God bless you"
He then reached in his pocket, and
i thought he pulled out a tissue.
To my behold, it was a wrinkly dollar bill,
and he offered it to me.
This set me back, and i felt what he wanted me to
see.
He witnessed the shock in my eyes,and
said."He wanted to be a giver,,just like me."

"If your last day can be remembered,
you deserve another."

"When entering a dark road in
your life, you must become the light.
Darkness will never reveal one's mess, in the
morning, noon or night.
Turn on the light for it to be cleaned.
We have all collected our dirt, never wanting
it to be seen.
When mechanical things breakdown, you pick up
a tool.
Do you become that tool when humanity
needs to fix a fool?
Don't run away, for your light
will go dim.
Stay the Course, you just may
prevent a sin."

"Once i was 10 playing stick ball on the
black tar streets in Brooklyn.
Then to hear my Mother call when
it was time to come in.
A basement apartment one bedroom that
slept four.
With Mom, and Dad on a pull away couch
hearing them both snore.
We didn't have much, but a roof over our
heads.
Three meals a day, our parents gave us their best.
They supported our needs, and healed
the bruises on our knees.
Never bated an eye to help us
when we cried.
Showing us so much love, but
we being too young to understand what
it was made of.
I'm all grown up now with children
of my own.
Teaching them what i was taught,
with a comfort that they will
never be alone.
My parents taught me well in
appreciating all in my past.
My children show me now
that our love will forever last."

You need to earn it
then it’s yours
But Careful!
its made of glass
and all I have

on my sleeve for you to grab
its not free
but the cost is fair
just your love
this I swear

so are you willing
to pay the price?
To cherish my heart
and treat it real nice

You asked me to write about you - something happy for a change,
About our shared miracle , but this request is strange.

You want me to smile, while I keep writing about sorrow,
You wanted jovial memories, not the love he used to ruthlessly borrow.

I cannot spin us into poetry, it is a feat too tough,
You anticipate soft verses, while my words are a bit too rough.

I even refuse to write about all the unforgettable scars I gave,
How I left them to burn - souls in no way you can save.
So instead of your love, I wish to lie about how they broke my heart,
Call me vindictive but it is the only way I fabricate art.