Who are you waiting for
out on that branch of yours?
                waiting to take the first step on the
                        whispered way home
please be patient, you've
   painted your soul into my heart and
                     I'm letting you deeper
         chiseling candlelight, feeling time
             swirl around me, getting
     so beautifully lost in one day, one
                             day after another

It's right you know, really
spot on when someone throws that
phrase out, there being "no words for this
moment, no suitable avenue for a memory"

see
all they forget is the part with "no
dreams like these living in that beautiful head of
yours, no mixed laughter quite as musical"

but each is
always to finish with a soft fizzle, a hot shower
of sparks and touches,

it's no
fireworks show these minutes in the dark, even as
my heart "oohs" and "aahs" all the
same in the kaleidoscope that
surrounds you

Speak not your words of love to me
For I feel them when we kiss
They ring like towered bells at night
And sing with loving bliss

I feel them born between the walls
And laid upon the bed
And when I hold you in the night
Those words fill up my head

So don’t you see, my lovely girl
What I’ve meant to say
Every time you look at me
You’ve said it in your way

For in your eyes I see the words
And see you say them proud
So if you mean to love me dear
There’s no need to speak aloud

Hold my hand and hold my heart
It’s all you need to do
For everything you’ve shown me dear
I know you love me too

A translucent film draped over deteriorating, decaying bone,
A fine sheet of white barely covering the twisted mass of vein.
A shaking hand, straining to grasp the railing,
A trembling jaw her only betrayal of fear and anticipation.

Half a century ago, she traded adventure for his hand in hers,
The price of the ring was to bury her dreams.
Fear of flight and fear of change,
Meant they never left that sad, small town.

Chained to that house with all its familiar charm,
Wrapped in his arms she forgot her desires.
When she awoke on tear-sodden cotton pillow sheets,
She told him she had nightmares - they were impossible dreams.

Every year on the last day of classes,
She told her students to follow their hearts.
She never told them she was a hypocrite,  
Just watched, as they wrote their aspirations on a lined paper sheet.

She never went away, she held him till the end,
He was the one who left her first, slipped away so quietly.
Lips on her forehead, hand on her heart,
Whispering I love you's until his voice broke, and he was gone.

One year and one month passed, and on their wedding date,
She boarded a plane with the ticket he left her.
His heavy ring upon her finger,
His message held in her fragile hands:

I'm sorry that I kept you here, but I'm a selfish man,
The world could have needed you, but darling, so did I.
I was afraid of flying, but I'm in heaven now,
So I'll come with you around the world, I'll never leave your side.

I only want to slip, silently into the crook of your arm,
slip into unconsciousness, love me
silence me, don't let me speak
or shout or fight with you.
I only want to be submissive, show you
I can be your passive
quiet, small, yet lustful mistress.

I only want to pass a peaceful night,
will you cover my mouth and stop the breathing,
the beating, the anger?
I only want to breathe your name
into your deafened ears, unresponsive
to tears and words of war but open
to the sounds of lust the way I open for your body.

Crimson red, and glorious gold.
Two vibrant colors, of a tale never told.
A king and his servant, rein 'til they grow old,
though the price on this kings head,
would leave his whole kingdom sold.

A man with a knife,
aims to take the kings life,
and with it his wealth,
his honor, and health.

An impossible task,
he who endeavors won't last.
For none can hide through a mask,
in a crowd of men, so vast.

Countless numbers have tried,
and fell where past bodies have lied.
While others remain tied, if they haven't yet died.
This king hasn't cried, only laughed and sighed,
at the men who give their lives, while he waits, and abides.

Bloodshed that won't end,
til one man, has the kings head.
Who will go where others will not tread,
perhaps a servant in the kings stead.
As royalty lays down in his bed,
he won't wake in the morning, for he will be dead.

The only guard with a key,
to the kings chamber, you see,
killed the king in his sleep,
so his life, he could keep,
and so all of the servants,
could live happy, and free.

What a difference a year can make
It still seems like it only happened yesterday

Now when I see you, I think back to May
Back to when you were in my life
Back to when we were friends
Back to when everything seemed so perfect

My world doesn’t revolve around you trying to make me happy
Who even gave you the right to steal my happiness in the first place?

Now when I see you, I think back to May
Back to when you were in my life
Back to when we were friends
Back to when everything seemed so perfect

In the long run I guess its better that we’re not friends anymore
I guess that’s what you really want anyway

Now when I see you, I think back to May
Back to when you were in my life
Back to when we were friends
Back to when everything seemed so perfect

Now I am putting the pieces together of my once shattered heart
Only time will keep us apart

Now when I see you, I think back to May
Back to when you were in my life
Back to when we were friends
Back to when everything seemed so perfect

I once wanted nothing more to fix are broken relationship
Sometimes I think I should have tried harder to have stopped you from walking out of my life

Now when I see you, I think back to May
Back to when you were in my life
Back to when we were friends
Back to when everything seemed so perfect

I.

I used to be a crocodile.
I knew no risks, no tears, no joy
no excitement to lure me above water,
no work, for it was cut out for me
in the shallows with the small fish,
no heavens to make up for,
no hells to hope for,
no soul to shatter on mid-spring days
when all life is but a nightmare
and clouds are all but
******* on my head,
who granted to desired effect
that siren hoped for,
who sits upon the sandy shore
and whispers sweet songs to me, myself
evolved,
and repeats me back
the songs I taught her,
"Over and over again,"
she mocks.
How Neptune did churn his waters
to beach a loveless Odysseus here
shall ever be unbeknownst to me.
But
beeswax I have fixed in my ears,
but
now I cannot hear my other friends
in the trees.
but
once I make my flight from this island,
away from the crocodiles,
and starvation,
and sirens,
I will take it out, and
I will hear!
by God! I will hear
and be heard!

II.

No sound.

The siren's lips move;
the water recedes.
the sky grays.
the crocodiles come.
I am drawn near
by her lotus lips that bid me down this tree
but
I must not dismount.
but
a second siren in the trees
has been picking out my beeswax.
Two songs.
The reptiles draw ever nearer to
the siren, her song is the loudest.
The second siren sings a song
of warning                              and captivation.
              

I dismount the tree
to fight back the green menace, and save
the first siren.
I knew these fellows once.
They were my friends,
and now do I slay them.
I see only jaws and red blood now,
and now am I defeated.
The crocodile has taken her as prey,
so familiarly,
for I was a crocodile
once.

The moisture congregates on the surface,
and a single drop condenses quickly.
With a blink, it is released.
This salty drip of anguish,
it will crash to the ground below,
or absorb into my clothing,
Until I am drenched, in tears of woe.
One after another, emanated from each cavity,
each oculus becomes clouded, with liquid distress,
as I sit here reduced, to a beautiful, rueful, mess.

Lusting to grasp what is, fulfillment.
Without any desire to escape, thy cruel confines.
Your blood grows thinner, with each insatiable sip.
This is, a poison, a man made addiction,
That replaces common sense, with each desired drip.
Each glass may aid you, but each glass, won't fill you.
It may help you to forget your life,
Now you're saying it helps you live..
Over time, it has become the entirety of who you are.
It appears you are no longer alive, to me.
Your vision is now too blurred to see,
And I, will no longer show you mercy.

sad,
lonely,
miserable,
depressed,
I'm shattered into pieces
All I want to do is cry
I can't believe you,
of all poeple would do this to me
Didn't you know how much I loved you
It took all my strength to make it through one day
Being alone is only a temporary relief from the pain
I put on a "Happy Face" so people won't ask what's wrong
No matter where I go I still see you,
leading such a happy life
while i'm slowly dying inside
You turned my whole world up-side down
Nobody understands what i'm going through
Is the pain ever going to end?