no one sees me
standing against the wall
leaning so I won’t fall down out of fear
I am no one to any one
I'am bleeding out
because I haven’t got a hand to hold

mother, brother, sister, friend
emptiness is where I stand now
needing a friend, but a stranger comes along
who is this man, this friend, who comes along
Open my eyes, break my heart against the stones
and free my soul…friend of mine

for death has no hold on me
it’s an awakening into things of bliss
there is where I’ll forget all of this
with my enemy still within me
enemy of my enemy is me
all I want, for someone to see me


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For a song I would love thee, as no one loves
bright as the ever-moon, your face shinning still
voice as a nightingale, singing songs of deliverance
sung low so most won’t hear, but I heard you my love
in the winters frost, I heard you bleed through the snow
like I am hearing you now, with my eyes closed
For I beseech you like no other women has known
like the absence of every meal, I am missing you
finding it harder to feel your touch, don’t let go
I am almost upon you, soon my love we will kiss
and that kiss will close the door of our forgetfulness
of our lost country, our lost dreams, and our lost love
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The assembly of words come stepping in the still vagueness of thinking, “Is there something you want to say“ “Something words need saying?”

At times you wait seeming to ask permission “Shall I come along?  Shall I wait here again for you?”
A word slips not sorely but given away, a gift, a challenge, a burden born to itself.

It feels beautiful… waiting. Then it comes another and another like raindrops they begin to flow. Disarranged, compelled, brought to a meaning or question. You resist judgement. You embrace a distant muse rumbling uncomfortable within you
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Then if you should venture to stray. In an utter silent doom; the likes of being at the bottom of a well overtakes you. Apologetically amusingly as a slight smile words return pleasingly again. The ebb and flow rushing in and out, back again and again in a hurried parlay. Exchanges are made, substituted, let go. Only on paper or by spoken word is the muse emancipated so freely.

So large the mind of it, so softly the sound, as wisps kindly drift into wandering fingers tapping keys in a dance split and crossed over. In hindsight by a little chance you acknowledge grace is blessed whatever you caught in the master mind of transcending lift. You've risen above the fray, above the plain of earth and have fallen deeply in love with the unified thought of mindfulness.

Writing is accelerating, distressing, bashful, and proud, playful and dangerous but always leaves you like a kiss.


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in your insolent arrogance
Your face is hard as steel
cold and ridged

fallen wings spinning out of control
your words bely the truth
with baseless facts

is obvious in the way you walk
away from me
your lust for the way I sing

we collide against each other
all the while like seas crashing
back and forth

the shoulders I’ve cried on
disturb you like an avalanche
tumbling, unfolding, growing old

you find me reaching out from the debris
of our arguments
but our hands no longer cling

misplaced love is quick-sand
slipping, slipping
please take hold now or we are lost

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the sounds of love
the hiss and steam, after the fall
the sounds of awe,
hmmm, ohh yes that too
in front of god and all
in the garden,
Adam and Eve spoon
just the two
under the stars, sun and moon
click, stick, slide
the sounds of love
reaching the sky
after the pain, in the rain
lay tightly thighed, tell me lies
like pearls upon your *******
my youth escapes me, flies
I’ve failed the test and won you
like pears hung from a branch
wild romance
eaten until we have had our fill
the morning comes slowly on the hill
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I’ll love you until the sun comes to an end between us
Tell me baby why do you hide behind those blue eyes?

Have we moved from love, have we come apart
Haven’t seen it in your smile today baby, is it true?

In places where the ocean is tied to the sky
If I sprinkled promises in my prayers would that do?

What does it take for me to love you, I said “I Do”
I meant it when I said it, why don’t I know, Do You?

Trust is funny, it plays a game of hide and seek
I can’t say we’ve have found it between the sheets

It’s all about me, It’s all about you, It’s all about us
It’s all about you, It’s all about me, It’s all about us

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Love dies on cold sheets
when you lose your hunger
when you forget the taste of love on your lips
Where the fire once burned, the night is cold

Our winter came in like a storm
On the face of my lovers’ smile
the ones seen before the camera clicks
they fall off without a single memory

Of the love that is lost from her eyes
just a glint of the past we once had
in the summer of ’85
when we dared not look away

Putting away words we’ve spoken before
there is nothing to explain
we lost our way, one two or three times
catching up won’t be easy

And if love is cheating we cheated each other
cheated our dreams and our promises
to wed in bliss and sleep with kisses
but now we turn the other way

I stand in the silence of your hushes
with fingers on my lips for words I can’t say
Good morning sweetheart, we greet the day
we sip our last hopes, swallow our last desires

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