This is for my sad little clown,
Who helps me up when I am down.

Who puts on his happy face,
And goes on with the daily race.

A trickster he is, that is true,
but the trick you see is not on you.

He tells himself that he is fine,
And you will never hear him whine.

But I can hear it when he laughs,
His hearts not in it , that's the facts.

The one thing that he doesn't know,
Is that I care about him so.

The words he writes, they touch my soul,
I just wish I could make him whole.

This is for my sad little clown,
A better heart just can't be found.

, Because I am not done with you;
I want you so bad,
But the timing is not right:
But through the years of hibernation
of my soul and yours,
I must continue to lust
So many fish in this sea..
So do not take it wrong;
Do not take it personal;
You are still my favorite flower.
Just wait for me;
Some day, I will be done hurting everyone else,
And I will make my way to you.

Today I went down to my Cafeteria,
As I approached I was filled with hysteria,

I saw a girl limping to the same place,
Looking at the floor as if it were a reflection of her face.

She was walking at a very slow rate,
I thought this would be a way to make a friend by fate,

I lunged for the handle to hold open the door.
I even looked  over and smiled some more.

She looked at me and we met eyes,
I expected a smile in return, I saw nothing but demise.

As she walked away i started to wonder,
What happened to this girl, why she was so sundered?

I hate the people that hurt her so bad,
That when a stranger is nice, there is no reason to be glad.

I hope one day she can smile some more,
Rather than walking around staring at the floor.

Leaving this message
to the sky and sea,
leaving without signals,
to the thunder, the clouds,
the vague sky above.
wandering eye,
your hair I admire.
I see you everywhere
up to the stars at night.
this tears,
endless like a river
flowing towards
something better,
I am a seeker,
Maybe I am lost.
distrust and indecision
Love is the cost

You are such a sweet girl
And I've tried my hand
Peeked through the holes in your heart
After a while, I could no longer stand
Had you visiting my thoughts more and more
About four dreams a week, and you're in four

It's not fair
You're always there
No, it's not fair
With your long black hair
I just want peace and no more wishing
Just wonder when I can stop fishing

You've got a boy
I've known from the start
But when we started working
Think I got too close to your heart
Talking to me every day like you wanna be with me
Touching me, taunting me, like you think we could be
But then you do a 180 and disappear
You're doing okay, the last I hear

Your eyes,
they are like wildflowers.
They wander around in spiritual freedom.
And they are strong as ever.

Sometimes when they twinkle,
They twinkle like two stars,
That shines the brightest up in a Georgian night sky.

I wish your eyes would twinkle that way
When they met mine.

And if only your eyes could tell you,
How much sorrow they discovered in my eyes.
So that maybe one day,
You would come back to me and heal it.


People used to tell me that
my eyes were beautiful.
But who in the world knows how
my eyes would have that ability,
To blind people from seeing that
they were actually pretty sad too...



*-l.r

Thy voice is on the rolling air;
  I hear thee where the waters run;
  Thou standest in the rising sun,
And in the setting thou art fair.

What art thou then? I cannot guess;
  But tho' I seem in star and flower
  To feel thee some diffusive power,
I do not therefore love thee less:

My love involves the love before;
  My love is vaster passion now;
  Tho' mix'd with God and Nature thou,
I seem to love thee more and more.

Far off thou art, but ever nigh;
  I have thee still, and I rejoice;
  I prosper, circled with thy voice;
I shall not lose thee tho' I die.