You feed me jewels of golden grapes,
With your lips’ sweet verbal confections.
You warm my heart with your godlike smile,
A source of our connection.
Peer into these orbs of glass,
And gaze into my soul.
Know that you, without a doubt,
Are the one I long to hold.
You douse my heart in smiling things,
You paint glowing across my face,
And, in between your enchanted fingers,
My own ones find their place.

I’ve never fallen quite so fast,
Or cared so much so soon,
But your whispered words and slight, sweet touch,
Spiral me to the moon.

I can hardly say for sure it’s love,
For, I’ve never found love so true,
But if you ever chance to fall,
I’m falling in behind you.

*07.2009

You see, falling is so easy.
They make it effortless for you to love them.
They pretend that they are
Truthful.
Sincere.
Yours.
But in reality - you are just another pawn.
In their movie, they are main.
You are just someone who makes it interesting.

How sad to be the useless background noise
in such a beautiful song.

Funny how we woke up in the morning
and pretended that tomorrow never happened—
strutted naked in mirrors celebrating our youth,
laughing, knowing suns and moons couldn’t do the same.

We borrowed our arms from the fridge
and peddled bicycles with bad breath—
trading war stories ‘cause we knew
if we came back alive
life would still be the death of us.

I put on a little black dress,
it was short, and my mother would not have approved.
Then I slipped into a pair of five-inch-high Jimmy Choos.
I poked some diamond stud earrings through my ears,
they were the round, pretty ones you gave me for Christmas last year.
I painted my lips dark red and my eyelids shimmery gold,
then I pulled on my black pea coat, and headed out into the cold.
I walked a couple blocks until I reached the bus stop,
wanting to go somewhere new, change my name, and get lost.
Thought if I looked real nice, all elegant and ****,
I could disappear from everything I've been dealing with.
I could start over new, maybe in L.A.,
I could wear that little black dress and it would all be okay.
And as I stood there, under the street lights in the cold,
I stared down at my feet, and let the reality of it unfold.
I could dress myself up, and try to skip out of town,
but that's no way to live, I'd just be wandering around.
The truth of it all, and what I must accept,
is that no one's life is perfect, not even in a little black dress.

You passed through this town, and you passed through my bed,
And last night we packed a heavy bowl and let the herb cloud our heads.
We talked about our families, our futures, and fears,
And it was all much easier to spill after knocking back a few beers.
You sat across from me on my bedroom floor,
And we were cross-legged and stary-eyed like we'd been here before.
You played me your favorite band at 2 AM,
And when I woke in the morning, you were still holding my hand.
You smiled at me, "good morning", and kissed me on the lips,
And then you pulled me in real close to you and you wrapped your arms around my hips.
You played with my hair, twirled it between your rough fingers,
And I kissed you on your shoulder and let my lips linger.
We talked some more, and you were kind, and we have the strangest things in common,
And I think we both realized that wasn't a moment that could be forgotten.
Then, we were good with each other when the time came for you to go,
And last night meant a lot to me, I just hope you know.

Demons banished in September,
Friends lost in January,
An Angel found in February.  

Fate may be more than a dream,
Karma more than a wish,
Hope may have its place still.

I was living life on a fibre of a rope,
But you gave me hope,
You cut my rope and gave me a place on yours.

Lights off,
laying in my bed.
Can't fall asleep or
am I choosing not to?
Change, maybe that is
what I am looking for.
Perhaps a different avenue.
Go away for a while,
or go away forever.
Move on or work
with what I have.
Try harder, or maybe
just give up.
Dance the night away,
or stay sitting all night.
Push myself to the limit,
or hold myself back.
Dream those endless dreams,
or stay wide-awake.
Ahh, who knows,
where either will take me
but maybe,
maybe you just got me
over-thinking....

Back and forth
forth and back
Exhale, Inhale
in and out
up and down
upside down and right side up
left and right
above and below
back and forth
firm and soft
him and her...
I used to stress
freak out, tense up.
Who was I?!
which one?!
Pick a side!!
"Be loyal, faithful, true!"
I'd hear from them and you.
"Be true to self",
a whisper came.
All parts make a whole.
You will learn someday.
Enjoy life,
enjoy love.
...and all the ups and downs
and ins and out
and exhales and inhales
along the way.

Once a model of peace.
I would braid daisies
into her hair
while she hummed
sweet melodies
with the birds in a meadow clearing
deep in the forest.
Forgotten by most
protected by us.
We would light candles
under the midnight sky
with fire in her eyes
burning bright as the stars
so very far above us.

But the still burning embers
caught the trees on fire
in the late of summer.
Leaves raging ablaze with colors.
Yellow, red, and orange
until all the green was gone and
her chorus of birds flew south.
The fire trailed behind her
as she left the clearing
in search of her birds.

Onwards she marched
never to look back to the days of daisies
and humming with the birds.

Now the clearing is silent
covered with a sheet of snow and ice.
Step one, Step two
to the beat of Uncle Sam’s drum.