Its your
its mine
no wonder
inside
there booms
the thunder
its yours
its mine
I do see
inside
the sun
so shiny
its yours
its mine
it is clear
inside
there falls
silent tears
its yours
its mine
that is why
inside
the walls
past gone by
its yours
its mine
thats it
inside
haywire
gray static
its yours
its mine
I do care
inside
of me
you to share

He does'nt talk of realness
but plays up the scene
hiding under lights
behind his voice that sings
the crowd cheers his presence
unaware of his lies
but there in the shadows
she sees what he defies
a chill passes through him
without a sound
silence in his soul
he knows what she has found
yet denial runs deelp
a prisoner of his youth
he'll push her eyes away
for fear of the truth
thunder rocks in his ears
a star on the stage
his ego swells rampant
here is is the rage
Hi is going to sing "Giggalo"
and looks across the room
a frown upon her face
waiting for the tune
his voice slightly falters
ever so brief
he builds a cloud around his heart
and gets to the beat
when the song comes to the end
all hands begin to clap
his eyes look to her
an empty chair where she sat

Ah my dark lover
buried in the shadows of my mind
yet always in sight
creeping on my blood vines
through jungles only I should know
it is there you flow
to torment me, love me
to my confession
entering into my heart source
permeating its every beat
with your eternal heat
your cloud vaporizing into my soul
meling all essence together
you have been there forever
tormenting me, loving me
to my confession
you my devil, my angel,
my everything
will now hear finallly
that which you longed for...
I am yours forevermore

Soft and warm
this blanket
thrown off
heat contained within
radiating
without cover
Oh! such joy
to be warm still
without
my cloak

See her sleeping on a bench
her basket there beside
she's out in the cold
when she should be inside
she spends her life a'shopping
as she browses the streets
looking for some food
and shoes for her feet
I feel so much love for her
that I get on my knees
then I pray to God
"Lord, could you help her please?"
I take my shoes off my feet
and remove my sweater
then I walk to the bench
and offer them to her
she smiles at me kindly
as she accepts my gifts
and then for a moment
it seems her sadness lifts...
I remember as I walk
her on that bench of rust
knowing she is equal
with the rest of us

A feather in the breeze
floating softly through the air
seemingly without destination
as if it has not a care
yet it slows to glide knowingly
past precious little places
and glances down upon the world
into the many faces
It has a heart so fragile
for it's always on the mend
so never actually stopping
for fear it's flight will end

Have you ever wanted to sit on a cloud
so so it would feel
ever wanted to see an angel
just to see if they were real?
Have you ever wanted to see a pink horse
so pretty and so dear
ever wanted to meet an elf
just to see his pointy ears?
Have you ever wanted to dance with a faerie
to be so light on your toes
ever wanted to talk to a troll
just to see what he knows?

I've sat on cloud, danced with faeries
and seen a pink horse, I have met a troll or two
and seen an angel too, of coarse
The elves were cute I must say,
I loved their ears and silly ways

So next time I venture yonder
would you like to be my guest
It'd be so much a pleasure
to have you abreast
we could enjoy the day
under a purple tree
and have the very best of time
sharing in the fantasy

White cotton
and pink lace
pictures of castles
far away
children laughing
pinwheels blowing
in her room
a garden growing
a little Mozart
a little Top
a little smile
one teardrop
an "I believe"
on her wall
in the window
porcelin dolls
angels fly
about her house
and faerie dust
on the couch
the smell of roses
everywhere
endless infinity
in the air
prisms dancing
in her eyes
and I just never
wonder why

Not my darling
a fateful place,
but an inward look
to the soul a face
Whereas it is
a mindful flutter
not of here
be words to utter

Emotion
inside out
eternal light
and passion
Bursting through
pouring
from my eyes
as if I've never
cried before
Sweet nectar
touch my lips
as I drink your essence
from my tears
Naught ever
to misplace
the taste
of you

Won't you walk with me on a silvery moon
some clear night
down by the ocean, feet in the sand
some starry light
Won't you dance with me in a field of flowers
some sunny day
twirling and laughing, hair trussled up
some lovely way
Won't you wrestle me down to the carpeted floor
some rainy eve
gab me by the hair, throw me down naked
some body weave
Won't you ride out into the meadow with me
some misty noon
ya hah, ya hah, race, pace, lofty trot
some summer June
Won't you cook with me on the butcher block
some purple dusk
chop the carrots, slice the onions
some night of love
Won't you read poetry on my bed pillow
some warm spring
eyes dewey, all comfy, debating
some philosophy
Won't you cozy up to the fire in a bareskin rug
some cold winter
with me snuggling close, soul talking
some passion to stir
Won't you tube, fish, and boat with me
some summer heat
water splashing, laughing, and smiles
some fun upbeat
Won't you stay with me steady and strong
some all weather
doing everyghing all the time
some forever?

Lost in a jungle
   of
       dying trees
mold and mildew
    essence freeze
Dingy must
  cobwebs spun
no light, no breeze
              no one
Not a color
  but flat gray
blankets of clouds
  day
         after day...
Precious expression
  identity
    only a cocoon
      let your spirit
                free