There is so much noise that surrounds me everyday
Car alarms that beep as I walk by
Planes or helicopter's flying overhead in the sky
The alarm clock buzzing to  get me out of bed
The cross walk clicking  beckoning for me to cross quick
So much noise can make my head feel thick
The register beeping as I press the keys
I could get easily distracted or annoyed
I would rather think of it as the music of life, and appreciate that my heart still beats at least for one more day ; and hopefully many more , so I will embrace all the noise

It was the 25th
which meant only one thing
a trip to grandpa's house
every 25th of every month
we traveled the 10 minutes
down the gravel road
to see my grandpa
and his rocking chair

man that rocking chair
sculpted from reddish brown wood
balanced perfectly
like a pedestal
I had never sat on it
just out of respect
I admired from afar
every 25th

my grandpa was always in that chair when I arrived
rocking back and forth
and forth and back
like Galileo's pendulum
rain or shine
snow or wind
when I pulled into that driveway
my Grandpa was in that chair

it fascinated me as a kid
like he was some video game character
programmed to do this mundane task
it was familiar
it was calming
but I grew older
and thought about that chair less
along with my family

but every 25th
even on a windy day like today
I'd travel down the gravel road
to see my grandpa
when I arrived the chair was rocking
back and forth
forth and back
but my Grandpa was not sitting

my mind is in a fog
your love is the breeze that
clears it away

Iv'e have fallen from space
     The galaxy that has many stars
     But as soon I crashed on
      Earth
         My eyes opened &
          You were there looking @ me
              Helping me up
               My mind hasn't crashed
                    thankfully
                              you­ were my
                       Hero and still is

Your the bright one's
While I'm the dark one's
Can we mix some together
  To change that ?

what's that i can't remember
and who's the girl i can't explain
why do three months end with an ember
but don't start with a flame

i hide myself in times of trouble
make my way down the fire escape
only step out of my bubble
when i feel the need to breath

if i had two would i want three
and would three be enough for me
would more of something stop the hunger
or only increase the need

some days make it harder
to step up to just as well
gasoline on a roaring campfire
only adds to the pungent smell

i remember now what i came for
i only hope i'm not to late
it's about the one i spoke of
the girl i can't explain

What i want

It's 2:03am
And i should be sleeping
But I'm dreaming
Dreaming of you boy.

Dreaming of what i want
And what i want ..
Is you boy.

I do not ask for perfection
For it is not there.

All I want is your love
When times get hard
Or I act cold.

I want you to love me
And never let go.

You are the pen that writes on my paper heart