You want to know my story?

Look deep into my eyes....

All the pain and hurt

Happiness and joy

Hopes and dreams

Are written stars that sparkle

Behind my hazel eyes...

Take a moment
Step outside of your body
As though your are your own ghost
Look at yourself
Do you like what you see?
Is this really the person you want to be?

What if we all could revert outside of ourselves
Seeing how people really view you

Would you be
Happy
Sad
Surprised
Shocked
Angry
Or
Perfectly happy with who you are

Look deeper within yourself and then maybe people will see the real you...

Instead of a ghostly creature that lurks around
Day by day

As late summer
is pregnant with promise of change,
so I shed illusions
to meet your gaze
once again,
in the purer light of fall.

Most days I carry you
deep in the cradle of my mind,
or tightly wound up in my flesh.

You,
my preferred escape,
my perfect getaway,
my drug of choice.

Guilty for using you
without your consent.
-
but without your collusion,
this fantasy
won't subside.

you are bound to me
by the silky glue of love..
and one of these days
I will likely come undone
with just one brazen kiss
from your flawless lips.

poets break all the rules

to see
children
living in the street
with nothing to eat
to see
people
turning away
not wanting to meet
to see
no one matters
to see
money is the only goal
to see
a sign
(homeless)
the test failed
to see
there is never
another view
to see
closed minds
to anything new
to see
no trusting
in yous
to see
no understanding
that lives
are lived
in many ways
to see
no loving
hearts
to see
choosing to
live apart
to see
no meaning
in words
they say
to see
that price
we pay
!!

the phone rings
hello
hello
breathing on the other end
the absence I have to comprehend
I have to pretend
that the love did not end
there is a knock at the door
lasting shadow on the floor
never to be anymore
something I must endure
to pretend
the love did not end
a voice heard
I am blushing
listening
beads of sweat glistening
I pretend
the love did not end
I hear
footsteps
almost sleeping
leaping
I fall
again I pretend
the love did not end
sometimes it lasts
living in the past
I will continue to pretend
that it did not end
life's love
my heart will not mend

When death comes knocking at my door
Know
My life was never boar
I never felt living was a chore
I never shut a door
I explored
I had good times
Some bad times
Always being kind
I never listened to the clock chime
Every minute was mine
I never lived for the dime
Living filled my mind
But never was I blind
I loved many women
Included some men
It did not cause my end
Most are still my friend
I never wasted time
Waiting for a second chance
I danced
I always prayed
Never lost faith
I knew there was a better place
Where I would end the race
With no blame
Nor shame
Live
I did