Sometimes during life's short journey,
When faced with so much grief,
A soul forever impacts our own,
Though the meeting may be brief.

I was broken and lying in pieces,
You picked me up and made me whole,
Wiping tears that fell for forever,
And your imprint is still on my soul.

Oh, what a tangled life you lead.
Unravel, keep simple and plain.
For if you don't,  folly will follow,
And ensnare you once again.

Throw me a bone, a little one
It's not a big one that I need.
Don't plant me a whole garden
Just plant me one little seed.

Then me and my mind will make the rest
Become just what I want it to be
I will push it and shove and twist it around
Til it resembles what I want to see.

Writing...
writing...
writing...
It's so  hard to stop the pen...
I put it down, blink just once
Then pick it up again.

Writing...
writing....
writing....
Has complete control over me...
Can't you see what I am doing?
"I'm writing...let me be!"

Writing
writing
writing.....
Writing's what we do.
Won't you a write a poem for me?
And I'll write one for you?

I wonder if the poet me, met the poet you,
How would we spend our time?
Could we try to pass the given hours,
Speaking in only rhyme!    

That would make a comedic memory,
That perhaps we would share with none.
You can be the Cat and I will be the Hat,
And we would have soooo much fun!

I wonder if anyone else on here,
Knows whose space they share.
Afraid they may have overlooked,
The Canadian Poet for whom I care.

His words can cut right through you,
Messages aimed straight for the heart,
No it's not chance nor coincidence,
They may soothe you or tear you apart.

No, I can not give you any directions,
I have given hints enough,
You will stumble upon, then quickly know,
As soon as you read his stuff.

And whoever runs across his poems,
Was guided there by a greater force.
Everything happens as it is planned,
Keep reading, you're right on course.

I seem to sit alone a lot,
And internalize.
Immune to all the events that are,
Right before my eyes.

Is it choice that makes me,
Not give even a care.
I am my own companion,
I am always there.

Others' miseries, they don't phase me.
Yet neither do my own,
I just accept whatever comes..as is,
And reap what I have sown.

What a great ability,
To turn reaction to naught,
Before I remember to forget,
It's already forgot.

Bring back the days of yesteryear,
When all seemed easy, all was free.
Before life had progressed so much,
With all of mans' technology.

Back when most men moved slower,
And their acts were mostly true.
In a world that really believed,
So much could be done with few.

When your neighbor next door to you,
Would wave and ask how you are.
And a father and son could be spied,
Working together to fix an old car.

When mothers tucked their children,
Into their beds every night,
After saying The Lord's Prayer together,
Before turning out the light.

When the festival held in the town,
Caused the businesses to close.
When grandpa's sat with grandchildren,
Under trees to read some prose.

When lemonade was squeezed outside,
Under a big old oak tree.
And honey for the mornings' toast,
Was stolen from the honey bee.

And in church every Sunday,
Man would shake each others' hands.
And forget any differences,
Knowing that God surely understands.

When there was still a clean, crisp, creek,
With a tire swing overlook.
And the teens would find their first love,
A sheepish grin was all it took.

When picnic tables were filled with friends,
And families would still play a game.
And when you went to the five and dime,
Everyone knew your name.

A time when money had less value,
Than the work a man could give.
Bring back the days of yesteryear,
So that I could simply live.

Did the songwriter write me a song or verse?
And add a melody in honor of me?
Did an orchestra play before a silenced crowd?
My beauty on display for all to see?

Did the sculptor etch me in his bust?
Exposed to all,  only knowing trust.
Taking care with talented stroke.
With focused eyes and masking cloak.

Did the Canadian poet have me in mind?
In the beautiful words he can easily find.
Whose works, uncensored, like a child at play.
Pen, purely mimics, what my soul wants to say.

I'd like to think I may have inspired,
A great man to do something great.
Even if only to transcend a moment;
And seize eternity before it's too late.

I will be lying where the butterflies roam.
The place the Monarchs call their home.
And the Brushtails visit etched with blue.
Where the Gossamerwings drink the dew.
The Pieridae will grace me with their art.
Winged paradise stills the beating heart.

A decade hence, he found a love, and offered her his name.
Vowing to honor and cherish, and she vowed to do the same.

Five years later they created a son, and the world seemed bright.
But then one day he took a vice, and there was no more right.

A little pill was offered, and a little pill he tried.
Soon he had to have them, to wife and son ...he lied.

The days went on and on and on...to him it felt like one.
And despite all of the battles...the little pills had won.

Some time later his wife stumbled upon, all  he had tried to hide.
And then she put all the wrongs together, and  sat down and cried.

No, she did not leave him then, she had vowed for better or worse.
And she stood right by his side until...he found salvation in a hearse.

This story is true...though based on a lie,
Addicts? ...they leave without saying goodbye.

The day will be soon be over,
And lead on into night.
A night without any shelter,
He shivers out of fright.
Night eyes they will watch him,
And sleep will just deprive.
His belly, it will be burning.
But no food will arrive.
People will pass and mutter,
Words he never hears.
He knows them all anyway,
He's lived like this for years.

The past has become , again , my present.
And yesterday, once again, today.
gain, I let the world fool me into thinking,
That there could be a different way.
Round and round the carousel goes.
Never leaving the track it's on.
And so on and so on, cycles - me.
'Til eventually the hope is gone.
The scenery changes around us,
People? They don't change at all.
Not their acts, ideas, or opinions.
Once fallen?..then again must fall.

Annie Brown, oh Annie Brown?
Tell me, where are you?
I have been looking all around,
But there's no sign of you!

Annie Brown, oh Annie Brown?
Tell me , where are you?
If I don't find you soon, my dear,
I just don't know what I'll do.

I just sit here with weighted limbs,
Blurred and barely able to see.
Head's feeling heavy, still moving slow,
Slumber please come back to me.

I feel that I deserve a break,
Some time to close my eyes.
And let this world just fade away,
And dream of cloud free skies.

Not just the usual 8 hours of rest,
I am in need of so many more.
Waking thoughts have piled up on me,
And I can't handle them like before.

I want to snuggle under my covers,
Pull them right over my head.
And even though I just got out of it.
I want to go back to bed.

One day I hope to take trip,
A trip with only me.
And stop, with pen and paper,
At every inspiring place I see.
And then......I will be free.

He was born in the year nineteen sixty nine.
His place of origin, not completely sure.
But he is presently residing in Canada.
In the wrong era, that he must endure.

In the English days of yesteryear,
He would have been deemed so great.
I would love to travel back with him,
For I, also, was born too late.

I may have sat cross-legged,
On a sloping grassy hill,
And listened so intently,
To his amazing skill.

Or perhaps he would be reading,
In a theatre that's oh so grand.
And by carriage they would travel,
To hear the best poet in the land.

But would we know each other,
The way that we now do.
Or would I be just another common,
Hoping for a glance from you.

Would I stand afar so you couldn't see,
The longing in my eyes.
To know you and to have you know me,
My passion in disguise.

There is one thing that's certain,
Whether circa 1700 or 2010.
You are my very special poet,
If breathing now or living then.

How did I let it go this far again?
Knowing it could never last.
I was born for only solitude.
This lesson learned in past.

You made me feel more beautiful
Than I ever had before,
But somehow it still wasn't enough
To open my locked door.

The kisses have grown colder,
And I have backed away.
Not fully sure if fear or indifference,
Has made me feel this way.

Selfishly I just continued on,
It's as unforgivable as a lie.
Partly not wanting to be alone,
Partly because I hate "goodbye."

How will I be able to tell you,
I don't love you the way I should.
After I have spoken the words.
Right now I just wish I could.

I hope your pain is less by far,
Than mine; I'll suffer by shame.
I'd rather be hurt than hurt another,
Slander me, I'll take the blame.

I won't ask you for your pardon,
Or for you to understand.
That I am meant to wander alone,
With no one to hold my hand.

I will never be able to sacrifice,
My defenses,  just on a whim.
And since there are no certainties,
My chance for love is looking grim.

Family is a shelter,
Come in from the rain.
Family is a healer,
Easing all your pain.
Family is a reminder,
Of smiles from the past.
Family is forever.
And it will always last.







Family is a priceless treasure.
Sharing more than just a name.
It doesn't matter what you do.
They love you just the same.

My heart dropped quickly to my feet,
When I saw your post tonight.
I could not reach you fast enough,
To make sure you were alright.

I know there's something on your mind,
And when you're ready I am here.
If you choose to spill your heart out,
Or bite your tongue , my dear.

Either way I will be present,
And fully prepared to bear,
The heartache right along with you,
Because I truly care.

And though I can't be with you,
To try to bring you smiles,
You were sent a little black kitten,
Across many, many miles.

Try to remember when times seem bleak,
That we are connected in heart.
And what you feel I will also feel.
Even though we are far apart.

Tell me what you think of Liberation.
Is it a loss or gain?
It offers the option to disregard,
And to act without refrain.

Allows you to loose your hold of,
Things held with tightened grip.
Yet along with all that power,
Your morality may just slip.

Along with all your ethics,
Virtue then viewed with disdain.
So, tell me what you think of Liberation.
Is it a loss or gain?

I think about the future, and what it just may hold.
And whether it is up to me, or a plan that must unfold.
I hesitate to think about, what lies too far ahead.
When I do, I overdo, and then can't clear my head.

I would love to learn to take things, just as they come along,
And not debate every choice I make, as either right or wrong.
To stop trying to live up to, what others' say I should be.
Maybe fly away for the weekend, try some spontaneity.

Stop and talk to a passer by, who's wearing shabby clothes,
Listen close, and maybe learn, something no one knows.
Take more breaks and be the center, of my own attention,
Find a way to spend a day, with too many smiles to mention.

Open up to a new found friend, holding nothing back at all,
Expand my horizons to find, the world really, isn't all that small.
And if I chose to do everything, that my heart truly desired,
Would I ever know if it was me, or the plan which had conspired?

The tiny imperfections make you so unique,
I want to look much closer, take another peek.

I notice one of your eyebrows sits a little high.
There's a tiny fleck of brown in your green left eye.

Your ears are a little larger than most that I have seen.
Your hair is thinning just a bit with very little sheen.

A wart resides, on the side, of your right great toe.
Your shirts are worn a lil' loose so your belly won't show.

Sometimes you talk so loudly it startles me really bad.
You cry when you are happy and laugh when you are sad.

When I look at you as a whole, beauty is all I see.
Tell me, have you noticed, the imperfections of me?

Tell me the difference between......

A good man and a great one...
A little white lie and a lie........
One who cheated and a cheater.........
A promise and a vow..............
An honest answer and an oath
Punishment and cruelty
Dislike and hatred
Believing and faith
Loving and being in love
Knowing and understanding
Holding and clinging
Resting and relaxing
Writing and expressing
Overlooking and forgiving
Ignoring and forgetting


Is there any difference
At all?, ....I am not sure.
In fact, I think them quite the same,
But one with so much more.

Well, the day dawns.
The grass has dew.
Everything is fresh,
Everything's new.
Another chance granted,
I open my eyes,
Breathe in the hope,
And look toward the skies.
Wondering just what,
This day may hold.
Smiles or tears,
Just what will unfold?
As the day rushes on,
I am slow to decide,
If good day or bad?,
I smiled AND cried!
Maybe I must begin,
To judge hours..not days.
As  mood alters fast,
Black, white, and greys.

"What can I do for you, Baby?"
" Nothing," I always say.
But couldn't you just get in your car,
And come over anyway?

Texts are great, don't get me wrong.
But can't replace the spoken word.
My whole world fell apart this week,
Is offering a hug just too absurd?

Every time my times get tough,
You offer me some "space."
Is it too much for you to handle,
My problems in your face?

I know your world is calm and cool,
And you must like it that way.
Because when I need to talk to you,
You seem to have nothing to say.

So I will reserve you for my days,
When chaos is on break.
And find another for the times,
Trouble is on the make!

I stepped into the darkened space,
Where I was sent to be.
To dwell on things and meditate,
Alone with only me.

And yes 'tis true, I desired it such,
And mentioned it to you.
But shortly later, I changed my mind,
But all that was in view...

Was a quiet little breathing room,
With no air to spare.
And so I came out,.. and looked about,
But you were no longer there.

Whitened corruption, blacken the pure.
Lead simple virtue, confused to thy door.
Utter entrapment; shriek to abscond.
Loveable hatred; relinquished bond.
Invisible knave with power to impose,
Weigh out the reason;  make light of prose.

What would I do without you!
Well I certainly couldn't be ME!
"Coffee, you've never let me down."
And you taste so much better than tea!

I heard the crow at dawn again.
It awoke me from a deep slumber.
As if to chastise me for not being up already.
There is so much to do, of course.
So I sat up on the edge of the bed.
And stretched up with my hands clasped.
The sun slowly creeping itself over the window ledge
And striking my eye just so...making me squint.
The crow called again.
I must not be fast enough for him.
I stand up with a half- hearted vigor
And rub my eyes.
I proceed with with my morning routine
Skipping the harsh mouthwash today.
Again the crow.
He hurries me as if I am racing a clock.
And makes my heart beat more prominently in my chest.
What an awful call a crow has.
Incessant and prodding.
I feel as if I am being yelled at and I don't deserve that.
I cross into the kitchen and reach over the door.
To the mount that holds my ol' Winchester.
I push open the squeaking screen door.
And step outside.
Again the crow calls but this time I am rallied.
I am too slow for him, am I?
We will see about that!

I love to read any poem of yours,
For every time I do..
I am a part of something bigger,
Just knowing part of you.

At times I can get so inspired,
By even a simple theme.
Other times I just close my eyes,
And allow myself to dream.

And it makes not a difference,
The mood I am in that day.
Your message always gets to me,
And takes me right away.

To a place where everything is ok,
If even for just a short while.
And I can take a few deep breaths,
Wipe away my tears and... smile.

So I need to say thank you,
Even if I have said before..
For sharing with me your talent,
And making me long for so much more.

I wonder how simple my life could be,
If there was nothing to worry me.
I would sleep in every morning,
Stay up late every single night,
Drink my coffee from dawn til dusk,
Tell myself I was always right.
There would be no dogs to walk,
No dinners to hurriedly make,
No bosses to glare down on me,
No insults I'd just have to take.
I could always say just what I felt,
And not cautiously weigh every word.
I could yell at the top of my lungs,
And let others think its' absurd.
I wouldn't have to answer the phone,
I could dress as casual as I desired.
I could skip laundry as long as I wished,
Take a long nap if I ever felt tired.
No one could make me do their bid,
I wouldn't have to hasten to any call.
Oh how simple my life could be,
If I could worry about nothing at all.

Tell me why you look so hard,
And want to delve within?
The heart of a human being,
That's filled with only sin?

Why you feel you want to save,
And make a bad man right?
When for so long... he's been so wrong,
And his soul is black as night?

Why do you never turn your back,
And walk swiftly away?
From one who has ignored you,
Yet once again..today?

Why would you bother fixing,
An old spirit to make it new?
I know I can never understand,
But I am so glad that you do.

All at once....



Just between dusk
And dawn; overnight.
All turned to void.
No dark and no light.
No warmth to be found.
Only shadowless fear,
The sun, though it shone,
Shone nothing clear.
Rain; no relief,
Of endless drought.
Wanting in, wanting in.....
Then wanting back out.
Apathy encircles,
Hope is left behind,
No longer seeking,
Nothing left to find.



All at once....

I could use a quiet place,
To feed my inner self.
Constant chaos has succeeded
In placing me on a shelf.

Yesterday I helped him out,
The day before, it was she.
Today I woke up with a vow,
This was the day for me.

But again another crisis evolved,
And my attention was turned away,
And my best friend, my lonely soul,
Was neglected another day.

Day after day the same has occurred
And so the cycle has come to be,
And I am uncertain if I am still here,
Not sure that there is still a "ME."

No matter how many friends I have,
Or how much advise that I hear,
At the end of the race,
It is I who must face,
The fact that you're no longer here.

Many mistakes I am sure I did make,
For I am not perfect you see.
Neither were you,
So all I could do,
Is let you walk away from me.

I 0ffered you all that I had to give,
Gave you all of my best.
It was not enough,
So I let you go,
GOD will take care of the rest.

All at once, I feel the warmth,
As the sun springs into view.
And lays it beam all over me,
As I stand right here with you.

Our hands resting weightlessly,
Within each others', by our side.
And we stand here so at ease,
Nothing to prove; nothing to hide.

No need to utter any words,
We know what each other would say,
So we just enjoy the quietness,
Of another most beautiful day.

Be my guide, direct my path, as I blindly *****.
Make pure my actions and encompass the whole.
Simplify what the false rights have turned twisted.
Decipher what was given from what I have stole.

Turn me to embrace an unknown angle,
I make this plea from your higher power.
For many a year has passed away, wasted,
And my minutes hastily become their hour.

Bequeath to me a faith with no evidence,
To nurse my heart and my head in kind.
Remove the falacy of presumed knowledge,
Feed my eternal soul, not my feeble mind.

And, if your will, unveil to my neglected eye,
Your drawn line between pleasure and pain.
A clearer sense of reason, but yet also of heart,
Revealing certain, a great loss; a great gain.

Expose to me, please, your most preferred slant,
And beam the light that once formerly shown.
Temper my decision, Lord, and return me to where,
The choice was not mine, and not mine alone.

For wit, time exposed, as a false friend.
Who has failed me, time and then time again.
And led me here, to where I am now lost,
Blind and resentful of what should have been.

Overabundance turns the wise into fools,
Though the complex may shrug off the grief.
As time passes on, lightheartedness void,
Sole wisdom's been proven a thief.

Lift off the burden, the weight, and the fear,
Of holding my destiny within my hands.
I have found it a burden too heavy to bear,
And I ask to be moved - not to understand.

Who knows when my fear transformed from a conscience choice,
Into an powerful, ******, instinct that can speak without a voice.

Overnight a war was waged and fear did sensibility accost.
And surely by the break of day, reason had certainly lost.

And rearing its' undeniable force against my weakened mind,
All faith, and hope, and ability to trust, were also lost in kind.

And there can be no futile appeal, no second charge will ever be,
Strong enough to stand fear down, to reclaim control over me.

And though I may have lost it all, at no point did I ever retreat,
I fought the fear with all I had, and graciously admitted defeat.

And as cowardly as it may sound, it is easier now that it's done,
To embrace what I raged against, and just accept that it has won.