the heart, is the canvas to which the poet paints "

Boomerang

My love is like a boomerang
It starts and ends with you
Like midnight on the evening dial , that is also first dawn too.

A complete circle with no end
An infante figure eight
You've made destination into the journey
that is more than worth the wait

No matter how far apart we are
You won't long  be alone
cuz although I may have  gone away
Your love , is where I still call home

Illusions
Air thickened with moisture as the clouds purge themselves into a void , that appears as if the sunshine has somehow mopped up the sky ,
The grey canvas gives way to the spectrum , and takes the shapes of the backdrop that seemed to be cloaked by the curtain of the waterfall.
Trees look like skeletons in the frigid air reaching skyways trying to catch a grip of a dangling sun ray.
The baron sky harbors an eerie sense to it as I wonder where all the birds have taken refuge on this angry day.
Most have gone south for the winter , but the ones that stayed ?
Where are they ?
The wind hisses through the teeth of the rain making it sound even more intimidating, but slowly residing as well.
The streets gushing with rolling water , like a raging river , sprinkled with fallen leaves that look like desperate rafters headed for certain doom.
the clock advances , the nor'easter , has lost some of its luster , as the fingertips of the morning star seem to be poking through the blanket of grey, making little openings for the bits of the rainbow to wash the ashen hues from the scenery below.
The river dissipates , leaving shipwrecked leaves in the asphalt , and the voices of the birds ring out In the distance , to see if the rest of them are alright.
I still see the trees waiving in the distance , and the last if the wind moves along ,
Trees ? , boney fingertips ? Blankets of water ? Rivers in the streets ?
Illusions ....

So deep are the lies, that they aren't even lies at all , but actually the truth about yourself ,
that your afraid of knowing !

you can't fight,
what you don't know
, but I know myself
, and I cant win,
Because myself,
knows me , all to well

Word play

You were the reason I could never stop looking ,
now your the reason Ill never look again.
You are the reason I knew something was missing.
because without you ,
there was always something I missed.
I've come realize love is the reason,
Because without you ,
I have no reason to love.

Forgetting  you ,
is to not have loved you at all

" living to    love" her
     Isn't just a feeling,
          It's a way of
               life,to
                  Me
                  ❤️

If I ever got to the end of the rainbow
Or that one wish upon a star
To me my only, hopes and dreams to wish
Is for you, anywhere , that you are

Her lips ,
are the "stuff"
That dreams,
are made of

" the spot over my heart , the place you rest your head , you claimed your own since you were a little girl, " your spot " where you can ,listen to my heart whispering your name as my dreams are coming true ,
simply because you are there "

You were the reason

You were the reason I smiled in the morning ,the reason to the bounce in my step like walking on the moon , and then to gaze upon it and watch it glow even brighter.
You were the reason my heart flows like a waterfall thrashing into my stomach every time you were around, the collision if that rolling affection into the river if my insides that has been drawn to you forever.
I didn't just stop to smell the flowers , we lived hand in hand in the garden together.
You were the reason the sunsets rolled like a crimson orange waves reaching out to the stratosphere , and the realization that tomorrow would bring another day to love you more,
Your love was never just about being my love ,
It was a reason ,for a way of life ......

Loving her to me
Simply not just a feeling
But, a way of life

The mirage

just as i reach out to grab,
and its just not there
like the image in the desert
Disappears into thin air

From a distance it looks inviting
The ultimate quencher of my thirst
Only to come upon it
And see that it's dispersed

Sometimes I can't tell if
It's from my eyes or from my heart
That tricks me in to thinking
It's an angels work of art

It seems always at a distance
Or an arms length away
That Mirage of love I seem to chase
That's much to my dismay

Just once I'd love to catch up
With that image that I see
And finally settle down
And be together happily

The rolling waves of the sunset undulate over the arched back of the horizon giving the sky its crimson orange hue
and that very instant
In the other side of the sun
Hands of dawn stretch out and part the curtain of nighttime
And turn off the stars , sending the owls home and the hummingbirds to work ,
And I realize , for every nightfall their is a dawn ,
And I simply smile

Who's the fool ?

As if the tips of my fingers are
Attached to my heart, that's why
I can't seem to let go
The growing weight unbearable
As my chest turns to granite amidst the indecision.
My lungs desperately trying to inhale any hope of a future.
But she lets me hang
Daring to say she loves me.
And yet I hold on
To what ?
Torment , nightmares , rejection.
Who's the fool ?
Why can't I just unclasp my fingers.
Succumb to the weight of rejection and let go ?
Maybe the crash will shatter the stone that has been punishing my heart ?
I wish I could just let go , or you could step on my fingers with the soles if his shoes
The one you've chosen over me
And let me go !
But no , here I am , hanging on,
Because I still love her ,
Fighting with myself
I ask
Who's the fool ?

She makes the evening sky into a garden of stars in a bed of black,
glistening with all the " I love you's" uttered from my lips as if echoed in a breeze from heaven, in the whisk of my thoughts of her that never seem to escape my mind.
She is my enchantment.
days with her are sunshine , and rainbows in the storm,
Blinded by her affection I've learned to see things through my heart, and hear things in my soul.
As her very kiss brings animation to all their is around me.
I can see the weeping willow smile, and hear the thunder laugh.
Her eyes capture my tomorrow's dreams , and she is my forever.
She is my love .

I watch the sun set,

over the untraveled road behind us, a road that holds no memories at all , laden with  crossroads ,indifference , indecision , under appreciation, and opportunity
Places  of our paths in life , were we needed only to take each others hand and walk together into tomorrow.
Instead,
Only to go back into yesterday alone
and chase the shadows.
Paved in affection , woven in each others heart stings.
Each street sign another date, marking the missed opportunity,where we just never turned the corner .

I watch the sun set,

over our road, tears welling in my eyes , filled with the dreams that never were, a love not answered.
I wonder if their are any corners left ,maybe a street sign,
with one final date,
The one where you do take my hand, and we turn the corner together.

I watch the sun set,

over our life, our life, that never was ...
I watch the sun set

I loved you

Before the moon took
Its first ride in the sky
Before those stars
Even opened their eyes

I loved you

Before the sunrise ever
Made its first dawn
Or that morning dew
Ever dampened the lawn

I loved you

Before the ocean
Went and greeted the shore
I had already known
It was you , I adore

I loved you

Before the world
Was to orbit the sun
My love for you was
Already begun

I loved you

Before infinity
And the beginning of time
Its was already determined
You were to be mine

I loved you

So no matter what else
You know to be true
Before their was anything
I've ALWAYS loved you

I love , love , love you

Pain
The pain
It never goes away
I've  just gotten  so used to it
I don't notice anymore
And then I see her ................

Or love
was  formed
before their were stars ,
        because
I've loved you since
before even
we were made


I love you

It was like she was simply,
making  an omelette,
with my HEART
She broke it,
beat it ,
burned it,
chewed it up,
and spit it out ,
and left it their
To rot.....

She used to be enveloped
By a sea of affection
Each and every day
In the form of odes
And " I love yous "
Now
Since ebbed away
Only  to see the
Stones
That are the foundation
To her very being
Her heart
As it seemed twords him
Hard and cold
Revealed

While she keeps
Looking
For whatever it is
She can't find
she doesn't realize
That while she's
Looking
She's neglecting ,
And now she's
Losing me
<\3

This isn't .....

This isn't poetry
Its just a list of the things I love about you ,
Jotted down in the way you make me feel.
blended with heart full of emotions.
Expressed in a way my lips couldn't find a way to say.
Through the eyes of a person who adores you.
This isn't poetry ?
But the way I love you,
Is !

I didn't just lose
The girl I was in love with
I also lost the girl
I've loved all
Along
Because now
I see the girl
You really are
And my image of you
Is
Shattered !

For those who say
" it's better to have loved and lost,
then to have not loved at all "
Never fell in love
With you
<\3

She's gone

The walls still echo with the her presence
the scent of her memories
Still linger on collar of her robe.
The empty corners bellow
In the silence.
This house,
she made a home.
My truest love
I miss her
She is everywhere , because she was everywhere
And now she's left me
I saw through my heart
My soul still echoes
With the calling of her name
Her scent still lingers
In my dreams
Loving her was a way of life
Living to love her
I was right at home
My truest love
She's gone

Poetry
Just a map
To where the heart
Has been
And
Where the soul
Has dreamed of
Yet to Tavel

Brokenhearted memories
are like a withered rose,
once beautiful ,
but still laden,
with pain.

Poetry to me
Is just the creative way
I've found
That enables me
To blow you a kiss
Whenever you're
Far away
<3

You told me you loved me
But your life didn't need to change
It was to late for me
Because your words
They changed
Mine