I wouldn't mind diving
in the guilt
and in the tears
and in the memories
and in the fears
And in the hopes
And in the dreams
And in the music
And in the things
That drown out life
And help me reflect
On what has been
Or will hope to be
Because
If I could hold my breath for forever
I wouldn't have to drown

As I sit and stare at paper pen in hand
I dream and yearn to write something people understand
Listening, awaiting the voice of a reader
fame echoes; beckons even upon the spoken word-
Yet money does not come without notoriety
And words, words, they are all I have.
Friendships lost; family deceased
They do not know this mind of mine
They do not appreciate poetry
They do not love me as and like I have promised to love you...
As I sit here typing onto the blank white screen
My eyes filter the light and the shadows,
Of everything I have ever seen.
Music is poetry's best friend
And I am dancing; the world is dancing
whilst our favourite stars sing
My words shake the dance floor...
Dreaming of an awakening consciousness is a phantom-
Dream poetry, scream if you must
Let the people hear
Let the people feel
Make the people think and
Let the world know;
Let the world know,
Of one persons dream of becoming a poet.





ELEETE J MUIR

Of what do you write
If not of man's greatest hope:
That is, namely, love.

The day you write a poem
is like no other!
It's like running through a dark corridor
and then you open a door
to this room full of light
that shines through you!
And you find yourself
conjuring words of hope and joy
fascinated in front of the endless
*beauty of life

Sometimes I forget for an instant
who we are.
In those moments where:
I hold your head in my lap and brush my hands through your hair.
You hold me captive against you under the freezing stream of water in the shower.
I watch the lights dance across your face as we drive through small towns late at night.
You stand behind me in the kitchen next to the stove, strewing kisses across my back,
my shoulders, my neck.

In those moments you are everything. You are mine.
And she doesn't exist.