Sudden stammer mars his words as she gets closer,
in to a velvet pit of ecstatic delirium he quickly falls.
When her ****** scent sweeps him off his feet
his throat gets dry, grammar falters, words hide,
her audacious lips now, tenderly seek his timid ones
no more  words, no worry about subject-verb agreement,
Let time begin all over again, in oblivion they swim.

Time can never mend
What was once worthless
What is still worthless
I know they say "one mans trash is another mans treasure"
Not always true
Most men want the same thing
They just want treasure, not the trash
None of them want what's broken
That's why I'm worthless
Not a treasure, yet not trash either
I guess I'm both, yet, neither at the same time
Sometimes I'm this or sometimes I'm that
Dull or shiny, hot or cold, empty or full of thoughts of everything
I'm not a treasure
I'm not a trash
I guess I'm the chest that contains either the trash or treasure
Time will tell
Time will tell but not mend
And someone will have the key
To the treasure or the trash I carry
And they will tell me whether I'm golden or a throw in
But until then
I'm locked
The small chest in my heart locked
I had the key, but someone else has it
And I've never met 'em nor seen them
I had the key when I was a baby, but my guardian angel gave mine away to my true love and she gave me my true love's key
I've kept it in my heart ever since
And he or she has mine
weather they know it or not
And hopefully I won't be afraid anymore
And hopefully they won't either

There's nothing that we really need.

when my computer crashed
I thought it took my everything

places, faces and moments photographed
heart's words crystallized
the years of making and preserving them

when they vanished without a trace
consumed me an emptiness
that remained no relic to remind me of the past
to relive the times frozen on the frame
and it seemed life was only half lived!

When lifted the clouds of sigh
I gave my mind a peaceful heed
I heard spoken within

there's nothing that we really need
except a little space

*to love and be loved!

I did not see.
I could not understand.
I believed I could.
I never knew.
I am sorry.

I could write messages to the sky
climbing to the top of this summer mountain
digitalis pink, swirling sweet with bees
this place, tangled all in green

At the overlook, I am with trees
windward hanging on, dream
to fly away, a seabird ocean soaring
my mind of paper kite, adrift
through clouds of sky

Smell of moss and cedar
release of incense
in the warming sun
footsteps, fragrance
soaking deep
within

This must be Eden's
color of azure water
glinting flecks of sun
transforming turquoise blue
that my reflections go
diving in

It was kindness
That wore the heart
Only to leave it resembling
a tombstone swathed in ice
A certain kind of profound weariness
That made the blood that flowed within, congeal