Days go on and I just drone out
Zone out thinking what am I going to do about
This life I'm leading and this air I'm breathing
Which is better? Which is worse?
sometimes I feel cursed
To let history repeat itself until I end up in a hearse
Sometime you're not going to be able to blame someone else until all that's left is your own doing
Ask yourself when did you stop pursuing?
Those wild dreams and adventures you talked so vividly about?
You only fail, when you quit!
Success is inevitable so let me tell you quick
Take both hands and get a grip
Because it's your life to live and you're stuck with it

Am I your heel?
Am I your sole?
  
The weight of your walk
Each step, so bold
  
You tread
All over me
  
With your daddy's gold
Your gait, a story in itself
  
So successful
Given everything you have
  
Such a power
Usurping other halves with ease
  
So cold, the stones
You walk on
  
Like the pre-dawn
Mist of a winter's solace
  
The stronger the love
The harder the hurt
  
The thicker the blood
The further the spurt
  
The further you run
The stronger the dirt
  
Do you even have a soul?
Could it ever be healed?

There is nothing I can say that hasn't been said
Just a different way of making you see the bigger picture in your head
The imagery is more vibrant and memorable
Something held closer to your heart to spark the love you still hold inside
For those who have maid you wheep and cry
whether it was girls or a guys
The realest feelings are the ones coming from your eyes  
In disguise
Covered by a smile to no ones surprise

Rain on his finger tips would  imbue a life of prosperity beyond the reach of every drop

defined by daily chores responsibilities
next months rent payment
fear of utilities cut off
how to eat on $10 a month,
I rather would buy milk for the stray cat
I  adopted
a cuddly friend
that had four cute kittens who
so far with me have
a roof and water and a place to meow
explore
and a slice of my baloney
my bare feet to play with
so, am I wrong to play make believe?
To spend my off time from
the daily grind, the labors of surviving,
enraptured by the beautiful sunsets,
is it wrong for me to dream?
I clipped a rose from a bush today,
brought it home, in water in a plastic cup on
this cluttered desk full of pen and papers, erasures
cigarette ashes aspirin and allergy capsules,
It the one bud glows in true beauty,
hope and nature and memories,
her petals a new play toy for my imagination,
and the kitties paws.

in your voice on paper
might I dream of your green eyed wisdom
floating metaphorically
upon clouds and wind songs
there in blood spilled inks
remember
memories of blushing cheeks
full lips quoting Whitman to me softly
where on a hill in Autumn's calm
I fly on owl wings and turtle doves there
real to me
wildlife you breathe into life
with imaginations so unreal,
you calm the storms of sea growling rains
beat back thunders and winds
with green eyes
one glance
I remember there
on a page to
be fully understood by all,
the wild dances.
How do you do it?
I will never fully grasp.
I will always love. dance to your
songs.
My Queen!

Two people could never have been more in love than the two of us. A spark at first glance, suddenly roaring as a huge fire. At every moment we'd tell the other how much we loved them and how we wish they'd never leave. Two hearts and two minds, completely intertwined. But now it feels different. The light in your eyes has gone. My smile wiped from your mind. Is this what love is? A flurry of passion then nothing? I thought love was to be shared, nurtured over time, a never ending passion. As I lay here seemingly forgotten, in endless confusion, It seems "love" is just a syllable, it's meaning lost to history and its intent ignored in the doldrum of life. It is why I now ask: Do you even remember my name?

You know those people who always  keep us in our place
The only ones who before you loved looked into your face
Taught you right from wrong as you shed a few tears along the way
How late you could stay outside and play
Made sure most of us got what we needed
Even if our needs were a bit conceited
None the less beyond all the hard times and stress
Our family are the ones to pick up our mess

Woke up this morning with a thirst for you
A trip to the coffee shop will have to do
Large hot regular with the sugar piled
I made a joke and swear you smiled
A confidence boost from my beautiful barista
I told you my name and it's nice to meetcha
Small talk, plans, could lunch turn into dinner?
You're a lottery ticket that's got me feeling like a winner
You bring someone out that's just not me
To tell you the truth I don't even like coffee