Everything is unraveling,
To reveal a side of us that we don’t always believe.
I love you, he loves me.
Why can’t everything come that easily?
We were sure to be so very careful with our hearts.
They got an earful of word spoken,
but the exception always comes.
Actions can speak too, that is where I lost you,
in loves devotion.
I still felt no emotion behind the sentence on the screen.
Fairytale meetings only in my dreams.
Like a ball of yarn falling to the ground,
I would never hurt you now as we unravel to our core.
And find there's really nothing more,
Than air.

Despair
Trapped under tons of rock
How did they pass those 17 days,
A brotherhood of men
lost like a child’s shoe in the sand?
Rationing a morsel of food and water
for who knew how long
fate as uncertain as the stale air
and then another seventy days
of darkness and despair.

Freedom
The gradual progress of the drill
and all the careful calculations
before the flimsy cage,  
Encapsulated in a tube of rock,
a miracle of engineering,
determination and daring,
birth canal, difficult and painstaking,
a tunnel towards the light of freedom.

Faith
The prayer of a voice
from the depths of the desert,
A scrap of paper
Waved like a banner of life,
A freed miner kneeling,
resisting  for a moment
the magnet of family.
to give thanks in faith.

Joy*
The raw emotion
ore from the womb of the earth
the intensity of pain and joy
in the faces of the children  
as their fathers returned from the tomb;
a world waiting in the glare of hope
a world for once joined in joy.

Before there was you, I was not me
I was simply the shell
around what I could be

there were no moments complete
in utter bliss
no arms to long for
no embrace to miss

There were no memories sweet
no silent despair
no experience to live
and wish you were there

I was only a part
of what you've helped me become
a bird without wings
my song unsung

Now complete
no sorrow to speak of
it is you i want to thank
yes you, my love.

Today while thinking
guess what i found
i have a blister on my mind
and like you do i asked around
nobody could tell me anything
unless reader
you can tell me you do
so i went to the doctor
and asked him to
after asking me what drugs i am on
of course he knew all that
except the ones i told him i never do
the doctor did say
Paul please go away
and hope that blister does not burst
for it will blast your mind quite away.

Now i am wondering when will be that day.

Dear Love
Is this You that i longing for?
Calendar seeking?
Finder keepers?
Window watching?
I guess this is no sense at all

Putting myself into the risk
Without visions to be follow
Im merely chasing after the wind
Laying on the background
And knowing that the perfect picture
Will come as i linger upon

In this worthless acts ive made,
Wave your hands again
Just like the past years
So that i will recognize you
That this my weaknesses and mistake

If my eyes will go dull
And ears will collapse its purpose
My only option s to gave it back to you as an offering
For You will heal this dilemma
And use it for Your name

The Poet Is An Ordinary Person,
One That Uses Coupons,
Does Loads Of Laundry,
And Scrubs The Dishes,
The Poet Lives In The Body Of Another,
Who Lives Life Through Poetry,
To Understand A World Such As This,
To See The Beauty Everywhere They Go,
The Poet Uses Poetry To Express Love,
To Pour A Glass Of Nectuar From Their Sweet Souls,
To Give A Kiss Of Vocabulary To The World,
The Poet Has The Body Of A Man/Woman,**
But,
They Have A Soul Made From Unspoken *Words

A talking dog and
a girl in flowers and
an old man in a suit and
a wolf with arrows in his eyes and
two bodies entwined and
a girl ascending stairs and
Why? and
the Empire State Building and
a young man smoking and
a house tilting over a cliff and
a lost paradise and
snow falling on lamps and
two teenagers floating in a pool and
waves crashing and
dilapidated house in Berkshires, MA and
the Devil and God and
boys in jackets and
young men singing and
fans blowing air on a bed and
nothing.

These are the things I see.
These are the things that haunt me.

I am reborn.
Rejuvinated.
Renewed.
Sailing in a
Small boat made
For two.

And for once,
Uncharted waters
Seem ok.

Let's float along
And see where we go,
But most importantly
Enjoy the soft
Gently rocking soothing whispering
Of the water
Surrounding us
Taking us on our journey.

Great "unexpectations."
New word,
New life.

Would you consider me a martian if it came down to it?
I wasn't ready for the consequences so I dumped it.
Would you think of me as strong because I only chose to be free?
Thinking of myself first because that's what the world needs.

We fade away. Remembering the choices that we made.
But I'll always remember you tomorrow.
Because I choose to enjoy today.