I love you more than you love me
Just the thought of  you kept me from the wrong way
You are the only person I see
Got past all demons, I have not strayed.

But why didn't you do the same
You have once again stabbed my healing scar
For you, is this all just a game?
No turning back. We are more than marred.

Goodbye is a hard thing to say
When I think all the good memories that we had
But that alone couldn't fill the gap
You have lost me. When you chose to fall into a trap.

a  lost  cafe  hidden  by  the  tumult  of  a  rising
city;
    backpacking  through  lands  unknown  to  the  ascetic  individual.
in fields of  flowers and small  lakes  kept  secret  from   the   men

  of   business  who seek   the  thrill of  a  silent  corner  book store
and the  the bustle of   an  airport at

noonday,   quickly  and   quietly bypassing  a bashful  stranger  
   lost  in   lands  all   their   own.
in castles   on clouds   and   beds  of   rolling waves  
   only seen   by   creatures  unseen  by  
man    
     whose   joy  is   found  through   the  stable  beat
of feet    on  three am   pavement   and  a rhythmic  
    discovery of  wheels  against   earth    l e a d i n g   the way  to a        distant   land
surrounded by an    azure  sky    
          inhabited   solely  by the    deep   voice  of a   weary guitar.

  here  remain   the  lost  pieces   to  the   puzzle
     waiting   to   be   made   w  h  o  l  e
four  arms     four  legs     one   heart    one   soul
            one     being   too   powerful
left  in   two

   but  in  the  end
if  you  were  to  find  yourself  on  the  other  side
  of  life  never  crossing  the  path  of  another   soul in pursuit
of      your     own
   it    is   because   you   need   not   another
to   complete   a   soul   as   your   own
but    only    the  soul    you     already      are

    and    of    all  the souls   yours is the   most powerful    for it is
c o m p l e t e   as it    was   made.

the way you view the world
through rose colored eyes
looking towards the heavens lost in the sea
and the oceans in your veins
that run through your warm fingers
painting the sky a deep ocean blue
that glitters in your mermaid eyes.
i hope that when the stars in the everlasting skies
lose their fire and fall
you make a wish and light another fire in your heart
bright enough to burn through the fears
lost in the shadows of your soul.
promise me that when the ocean whispers your name
you will run forward into its cold embrace
with your arms spread wide
and you'll never look back
towards the rivers and lakes that once held you back
from who you are now.
and with the powerful waves that drip from your fingers
and billowing fires alight in your heart
i hope you never lose sight of the shore.

Is not real
For it isn't anything but an idea
Which humans have created in the mind
Forever painting it so they have something to look forward too
But in reality all you'll have is oxygen to keep you going

Her eyes flutter soon as they sense someone encroaching
Her nose in fear of uncertainty starts running
Like a Dear in sight of a predator approaching
As her hanky is sent up her nose cleaning

I get a closer look at her beautiful *******
Their sudden rise like a volcanic plug
Or cunning waves in an Ocean with gigantic crests
But soon as I’m close enough all she gets is a hug

Then I place my head on hers close enough to her lips
Which tremble probably in fear of the belief all speech is lies
While all through a burning urge to kiss her hard at me nips
Seeing tears of doubt gather clouding the skies of her eyes

Her heart beats too violent for someone of her age
Seems she’s grown to believe for love,pain’s her only wage

The Looks at the many faces of people
We meet throughout our life time,
They always tell a story, some good, and some bad
I have radar eyes, and my instinct is always correct
If a stranger gave me the elevator eyes,  I will surely give
him the Amazon women warriors’ response

We have the pervert looks, along with the many faces of depression,
and lately the zombie-like robots plastic world looks,
While the lion and the tiger’s heads and eyes fixed on its target,
the critics silently stalks our poems looking for noun and pronouns and verb agreement

Because, their ego can never be satisfied,
However, do the lion have a story to tell?
Do his eyes see clearly?
It is a simple yes or no

listen,

you, who are of my heart
you, who still the breaking waves upon my shore

i am but a scratchy grain of sand,
yet i knit the pearl of your longing

crack the oyster shell you cling to
and know your beauty

see that your heart's desire
has been within you all along