Alone as I walk, these hallowed hallways, wondering who before me has taken this same pathway to wherever , my footfalls muffled within the echoes , like the baron insides of a fallen oak , or the dripping of a wooden faucet , bip , bip, bip , amidst the breeze of these fallen echoes , like rustling leaves in an autumn gust , making a unique sound of chatter , if you start to hone your ears  you can actually hear the conversations, words uttered within these confines , that have never left , secrets cradled in time , moments lived , loves lost , heart to hearts , and confidant professions , no faces , just words , I often wonder when I catch a snippet of a dialogue past, to whom it may have belonged , and how it may have ended ,or to what it may have conjured, and as I find myself nearing the end of this hallway , I wonder just how many conversations have  amassed between these walls  , how many words continue to rebound  within this portion of time , and how many others have listened , to the echoes .....To the echoes in the hall .....

Seeds

A seed is planted with a simple glance
A heart pushed through the surface
Buried in just a little bit of attention
Fertilized with trust
And rained on with affection
It proliferates
A budding romance
Into blooming relationship
Feeding on the sunshine from her glowing  gaze
The roots stretch deeper into the foundation formed in friendship
And to someday a garden
Laden in love loyalty and hope filled tomorrow's
All from the seed ,
Set forth by the simple utterance
Of her very name ...
I love you

The surface
Limericks , rhymes , ballads and love
For a time just dabbled
Deeper
The whimsically rhythm
Stretched into elongated lines
And metaphoric realizations
A few more shovels full
I'm knocking on the door to my very own sepulcher
My soul
A poked hornets nest of emotions
The next phase of literary evolution
A ticketed ride to an abyss
Laden in hopes and memories
Pain and sorrows
And sometimes bliss
Further deep
The shovel a muse ?
Past the seeds
And Beyond
Beyond the outstretched fingertips
of the growing roots
where shadows have overtaken the sun
and the only illumination
The sentiment of those
who can associate with the insight
The shovel works
each new pile of dirt
Just another symbol
Another phase , another remnant
Left behind, the progression
Of a love struck heart
And its creative expedition
Through the depths of expression
Poetry
My poetry,
From a brushing on the surface
Budding rhymes , watered limericks  
To the deep rooted secrets
Locked in a soul
And I guide to just how far
Ones writing has grown ....

She sees him through the wall
The wall she built layered in the distances she put between them
frosted over moments painted with the coldness of a selfish heart
He desperately tried to save them
But she always knew
She didn't wanna be saved
He rode in on a stallion named loyalty
On a wave known as affection
He loved her only , and always
But it wasn't enough
Bit by bit he handed her is heart
And in the end he kept trying to just hold on
This was his love of a lifetime
but he was just " a " love in hers
The flowers , the notes , and letters ,
Drawings , and dates remembered
To him were special
To her , just another stone , hardened over in the coldness of her heart.
She broke him,
The wall finally met his eye
He could see now it was only him trying to save " them"
She was indifferent
He traded " loyalty " for "hopeless"
And prays  she at least realized what shes done.
He loved her with all he was ,
And she let him ride away
All she has left is the wall she built
Layered and laden with frosted over memories
Of all the times he tried to make " them " special.
And she just tossed them aside....
Because her " life didn't need to change "

Pain and paradox

A stairway to heaven ?
Or steps into hell , laden with torment ?
Miles walked in finger tying
Or oceans full of ink
My skin inverted in every page
And unfiltered view into my vulnerability
Over fourteen hundred
Poems , professions , purging's
Of my beating heart
To her
A box full of memoirs
I don't want to revisit alone
she never saw the affection
The reason
I can't reread without the yearning
The anger , the hurt
Behind the love that catalyzed
Each and every page
How I could pour myself
Into the abyss , which seems to be
Her heart
And never to be regarded
As anything more than a generic
Ode
I can never go back to the man
The neglect
re live that part of my life
That went unappreciated
The emptiness , of not even a response
How one could read such an innocent , pure affection
And not be overwhelmed
No , I can never reread those
Those offerings of unconditional,
Unwavering , infante love
because for each and every recollection
If just how much she was the life I lived
The love I've always wanted
I'm haunted by all the pain
How she tossed it aside
Rejection
How she never really appreciated
All I had to offer
So I'm stuck
With a pile , over fourteen hundred poems
That I can never reread
Not without her
The pain and paradox
Of a love lost ,
Or a love I never really had ....

The troubled brow

The weight if the universe
The things beheld
The scars of a broken heart
On Display
Transparent emotions
Its very own language
Silent speaking
But volumes told
Dampened in emotion
Mopped in relief
Omnipresent to ones existence
A hint of movement
Another mood
The awning over the eye
Which is the porthole
To ones soul
In unison it works
But with its very own story
The troubled brow

Not just the " sea of love "
But the bellowing ocean enveloping an island amidst it.
And never just a shining star ,
But a galaxy full , one for each time I've felt that way
Simply beautiful ?
No,But…
More beauteous than a world full of budding flowers
In the genesis of spring
Never just enough .....
I could tell you ,
your arms are simply my  Eden,
But id rather say ,
Your embrace , like the warm summer sun
On the face of the pavement
After a rainstorm,
refreshing,blissful
I can't help my flowing affection
And that thriving adoration
i just can’t  seem to capture ,
With just a mere few utterances
such as……
As I think of being “ lost in your eyes " ,
but instead i say
I ponder the enchanting spell your emerald gaze has bestowed upon me,
Poetry my love , my odes .
For , its the only way to show you
my favorite way to show you
how i feel
Why use three words to tell you just how much I love you
When poetry lets me use TEN !
a poets motto

I love you my sweet sweet angel

Sure

Things that I was sure of,
Im used to a place where
gravity makes things fall,
water makes things wet,
The sun shines in the daytime
fire makes things warm.
Never questioned always
Just experienced,
As usual as the earth orbiting the sun,
Or even the blood in my veins
that,
does the same around my heart.
Until ,you said you love me…..
those things i was sure of ?????
Now gravity,
It, draws me to you
as i have  simply “ fallen  "
Its Your lips, that make mine wet,
with thoughts of another kiss
you are my "sunshine" when you smile
and not just in the day,
And its your love ,
that keeps me warm
that “fire” from within.
Now YOU are the center of my universe
My heart picked you to orbit.
so now ,
The only thing I’m truly sure of
Is that,
Im in love with you !

Love

Love makes you hurt when there is no pain
Love makes romance out of being caught in the rain
Love can make you miss someone before they say good bye
Love can make you notice cute " little things" that normally wouldn't catch your eye
Love makes all those slow songs suddenly make sense
Love can make intimacy passionate and intense
Love makes you feel lighter than air
Knowing that special someone will soon be there
Love makes you look at things as if there totally brand new
I know all these things because I fell in love with you !!!!!!!!!

your love
gave me my wings
with you i could fly
without you
they’ve shed
ive crashed
and ive
died

I wish I knew who it was , she never found in me.
Whirlwinds of hopelessness,
Envelop my thoughts,
Laden with the feelings if inadequacy,
Knowing , I was never really what she wanted
I only know one way
One way to love,
Intense,
I held her dearly
As she held my heart
I believed,
That one day ,
we
Would just  simply,
be
You were my morning star,
And my midnight comfort
You needn't even ask,
And I would make it so,
The affection that used to lay
behind,
the glistening of her eyes,
Now,
a distant searching.
Reality squeezes,
My breaking heart.
as she chases after her past.
I just wish I knew,
I wish I knew, who its was,
That she never found in me.

Moon

We  gaze upon the evening moon I And I wonder how many sets of eyes are doing the same at this very moment ? and how many places that sphere of lofty light  has  managed to bring itself to in the eyes of another ,how many stories has it found it's way into ? thats when i come to realize that it's not just hovering up there there for me....... it to belongs to those other  many sets of eyes are gazing along with me at this very moment , That calming romantic illumination.......tranquil ...., just resting amidst the midnight canvas , romantic.......... How  many marriage proposals were recited beneath that same  glowing  mass of enchanting mystery ? how many first kisses ?or first times ?......and how many other tales were conjured within the imaginations of fellow writers ?, how many hearts has it  shown its enchanting glow ? how many places has it found its way into from  its majestic perch aloft the heavens ,?.......guiding the midnight archers , and keeping time , since the beginning ......no the moon is not mine , but it lends its presence to me and countless others , for just moments such as this , an evening under the moon .

Swallowed by the night

Another world awaits
Between the dusk and dawn
The threshold of anticipation
Fears , and fairy tales
Have taken abode
Shadows hide in plain sight
The skies blossom with blinking eyes
Hopes for a romance
Under the stars
Hunters walk
And on the prowl
Midnight canvas flowing
Thruways lined with pillows
Taking sleeping minds
off into their dreams
The moon casts a silver shadow
Bathed in blackness
Dried off from the sun
Another world
Another Realm
Another universe
Just beyond apollos ride
Prerequisite
to the roosters calling
Adolescents intimation
To a grownups anticipation
Its as if the sea were to engulf
The terra  
But only for a time
The owl shrieks
The daytime sleeps
As we get swallowed
by the night

under the moon

standing next to you under the moon
i see its reflection off your face , and i just smile
my eyes , gazing upon you telling a story
without uttering a single word
glowing hair , porcelain skin
you “feel me” without a single touch
and perhaps , you too will fall under the spell of the moolight
your eyes answer back again without a word
you join me in this unfolding story
weather were walking  the bordwalk
or strolling the glistening shore
waiting for that “moment “
as if fated hands and the gravitating force of romance
draws our lips , invisible force ,nudging until……
without a word ,now………
embraced in a kiss
two hearts , enchanted under the moon, joined on the lips
a story unfolds …….

under the moon

No way to measure

No distance ever fathomed
Even light years away
Like the elusive horizon
Always
Just out of reach
Or a circle
that never ends.
No ocean depth, or density
Could ever harness
what I'm holding
Amidst the beating walls
Of my heart
Which  always
says your name .
I've often wondered
Even to the limits
of my imagination
their is nothing that can clasp,
Or even comprehend,
The way I feel about you.
All the love that was ever conjured
By all the people In the world
Is but a drop in the ocean
in the universe of my love.
All my love ,all my love, my love,
Their is no way to capture just how I feel for you
It ever will be
Yes, my love,
the only thing more vast
than the universe,
Is the love, I hold for you
Simply put my love
I love you
"Infinity squared "

Shadows in the moonlight

I watch the silver frames of the lingering shapes caught  within the omnipresence of the midnight moon , shadows cast into the night unable to be seen by the naked eye , but experienced through an open soul , for it is said that shadows can not exist In the darkness , but it is in the darkness that they are formed , just as my affection surrounds her too , like shadows in the moonlight , the glowing gaze of adoration , enveloping her like the moonlight , casting a shadow into the dark , I feel her presence , as she can feel mine , recognized only by the glowing smile amidst my loving gaze , but blending into the transparence of the deep blue background of the darkness .....it is to her that I belong , as we are nothing but mere shadows.....shadows  in the moonlight ....,

It's been so long since I've penned of the fading images my heart still continues to conjure . Like the magic mirror on the wall that has that has slowly clouded into the unknown , no longer are we in the reflection of my tomorrow's , my heart stretches with the pain of emptiness to that tightness that wrestles to free itself from my torso , for the love of my life has become nothing  more than an apparition of haunting memories of what used to be , finding me everywhere , because I saw her in everything their was , the sun still rises and sets , but no longer in her smile , the stars remind me of her sparkling eyes that like the mirror , the love has since faded . Trying to forget her is like remembering I never loved her at all , impossible , loneliness has never felt so crowded , and although I should accept it,bow my head and walk away , I find myself trying to cradle the faded memories just as futile as trying to hold the ocean itself . The moments I used to capture in the form of an ode, have become more distant with each passing tomorrow , leaving fewer memories to fill the expanding hole that now grows ever so bigger in my heart ...
I miss her , and I love her still ...

Forgetting her

Trying to forget her is like trying to have not loved her at all, for everything around me reminds me of her , the radio torments me on a daily routine , I awaken to the chatting birds only to be reminded that she is not laying beside me , as id open my eyes to her sleeping face amidst there song ...... the summer breeze still carries the scent of her hair , and the budding flowers make me think of her beauty , my dreams have become nightmares with the knowing that ill wake up and she will be gone , my heart has gone from an anticipatory gallop to a lost lonely stroll echoing inside it's  hallow walls, for she had become so much apart of my everything , that its impossible to forget her without going back in time , and unliving it , for my heart is truly broken , and I miss her with the pieces , and I wonder if I will ever love like that again , and if anyone will ever love her like I did ....

I've left an ocean full of ink throughout the pages of my journal , and I could walk across a bridge made out of the books I've filled , with all the odes i have penned for you  my love, you have captured my heart since I was a boy , and confirmed it with our fist kiss that it was always you , these little snippets of my affection , are just a handful of the things that I have adored about you since the moment I've seen you as a woman , and I will continue writing my love , enough to flood the earth with the ink from my quill , and build a bridge up to heaven above with the books I filled to you , because heaven my love , is where you've taken me since you said your mine  ..,,,..
I love you my sweet angel

Your love was the doorway to my very existence, changing a dormant soul into a vibrant rainbow of emotions enveloping you like the rain shower that proceeded it, flooding you with my adoration, for it was you that unlocked the porthole of my heart, opening it to feelings I never knew I possessed , where I can speak to you in pictures, and read to you in song , you are the gateway to everything beautiful, it's because of you I can smell the carnations in the breeze of hear the singing of the birds, as they fly over the pastel horizon I never noticed until you, you are the entrance to my future, that will not exist if it doesn't hold you, for before you I "lived" , and now with you I'm "alive" you are my passageway into Eden , as your love has truly brought me heaven on earth, you have opened up my deepest dreams and made them into a reality the minute you came into my life , and through you everything is now my eternal bliss.
I love you angel

Sailing

When I think of loving you
It's like a fairy tale
Like two lovers on a ride
Over the horizon we set sail

With the stars up in the sky
That will guide our night time ride
The wind of love that leads us
On this romantic tide

The sunset over the ocean
Painted by God himself above
Is there for our endeavor
For the beauty of our love

And every magic sunrise
Id get to spend with you
Spent gliding across the loving ocean
Would be like a dream come true

There is no end to the mighty ocean
It's a circle around the globe
Just like our love it's never ending
I'll look forward to sailing with you and growing old

I love you

Over the horizon

Just over the horizon
There is a budding storm
But not with angry clouds
And darkness as the norm

Forming amidst  the sky
Is a  wave full of amore
Looking to flood your heart
As if it were the shore

The dreams you thought lost
Or never could  come true
Are just about to rain on down
And totally envelop you

See....You got used to thinking
No one would see you,for who you are
But without you knowing , you've become
Somebody's shining star

Your inner beauty and glowing heart
Has ignited someone's soul
So don't you worry when you see
The distant clouds begin to roll

The budding storm is someone's love
Thats been building for some time
Wants to shower you with deserved affection
And hopefully call you " mine "

You are the reason I hope for tomorrow
You are the reason I smile
You are the reason my cares dissipate
Even if its just a for while

You are the reason I know how to love
You are the reason i care
You are the reason my heart skips a beat
Even if you aren't their

You are the reason I sleep good at night
You are the reason I dream
You are the reason I want to take care of you
I know its silly it seems

You are the reason my life has now changed
For I have loved you for most of my life
You are the reason I don't want anyone else
But you, to love , as my wife !!!

You are the reason I love at all
You are the reason I breathe
You'll have my heart for ever my love
That you can truly believe

Ingredients

My fingers skate along the sleek surface if the finished cedar box , although it has been varnished it still somehow finds a way to harness a whiff if the scent to push in my direction every time I open it . Recipes , basically a conjugation of ingredients , when melded together in perfect amounts , create a complete meal, my recipes , amassed from a lifetime of existence , instances collected individually , and blended on to the parchment that is now being filed amidst the rest of the nourishing collections within this wooden encasement , I have organized them based on feelings, " moods " the perfect ingestion , for any experience , it is well acknowledged that often we find our way to someone's heart with the perfect recipes , food for the soul , but this is my collection of food for the heart, this box contains a life's worth of poetry , little daily doses of not soul food , but food for the soul , little inspirational quotes and quills , for any emotion that may full our belly with that hallo feeling that comes with chaos , our emotional nourishment , which is why you will never find this treasure in the pantry with the rest of the " cook books" for this has a place on the corner of the nightstand , along with the rest of my hopes and dreams .........

I reached for the stars , because heaven is where you were
I followed the moon , to not have an evening without you
I woke up each dawn
Just to have another day to love you
I wanted to kiss you
Because words could never say
I planned for our future
Because I didn't wanna live a tomorrow without you
I wanted to learn fly
Just to meet you in our cloud
I see you in everything beautiful
Because you make everything beautiful that I see .
I wanted to build you a sailboat
Do we could ride the oceans of love
I wanted to hold you
To know what Eden feels like
I always want to hold your hand
To never let go if forever
I always wanted it ALL
Because you were ALL that I ever wanted
I love you so much my sweet sweet baby

Once to often

Once to often
I've reached deep
into the depths of my soul
Trying to bring just one more insight to life
My fingers in desperation
Scraping the baron walls of the abyss,
Faded sunshines
Ashen landscapes
muted birds and arid beaches
Transparent memories
Once a raging waterfall
Purging rays of hope , recollections of sadness
Invitations to natures galas
Strolls under the moonlight
Now but An empty map
or a baron blackboard
and no place to dip my quill
Once to often
I've reached into my soul
Trying to drink from the chalice
Of odes
Tasting only the cold walls
And dryness
Not even a drop
I pray for the rain
I pray for a reason
I pray for her return
Her seed
For without my words
To bathe the wounds
On a heart filled with scars
I'm simply
Done .............

the wooden stairs yelp a bit to the weight of my aged legs ,they seem to ascend with a little less bounce these days
The stagnant air with a sprinkle of must greets my nose
Halfway through the journey
Like a distant memory
My mind seems to **** through the the amassing of moments of a lifetime .
Corralled amidst the dark and dusty chamber of an existence.
Recollections
Revered , yet bathed in cobwebs
Some more than others
One can tell the moments
re-visited more often than others...
The recollective tide has washed away the dust , and the cobwebs have eroded into the corner.
My life
Most of it , sprawled amidst this 12 X 12 area that has become a place to get lost within
Unfitting clothes , I can't seem to part with
A time when I was in better shape
A covered Christmas tree with its own collection if stories
Books upon books
That I've immersed myself into, the mould the conscious grey matter peeking this now
Piles of journals
Odes to a love of a lifetime
Chess boards
That taught me how to " see through " the picture
Good and bad , happy and sad
A corner of heartbreak, a table of hope.
A pile of shoes, with Miles on their souls
Destinations, journeys, a walk of life buried ,
Memories, emotions
A soul
Where is your attic ?
And how often do you visit ?
The attic

Lorelei  ( lullabies )

The midnight hour casts a spell
Blinded by the darkness
Alone
The chaotic river toys with our soul
The distant stars provide little navigation to close proximity on this moonless night
Until the lullabies
Alluring , calming , invigorating
Like the strings of a violin piercing through the rustling whitecaps
Crooning along with the orchestra.
A direction amidst the despair
Still lost
Obstinate , to the comforting voice of the lullabies
Slowly drifting toward her
The wren lay sleeping , but the song  still echoes
The lost heart seeking refuge amidst the aria
The sweet singing  I hearing
The only senses felt ,
in the tragic abyss ,
that is blissful
The stars watch in fear
conscious fights in vain
To save you
As the stone hearted Lorelei
Continues to draw you to her
With her midnight lullabies
The wren lay sleeping
And the siren sings
Soon you will be trapped inside and eternal slumber
As your soul lay shattered at the base of the Rhine
Lured by the lullabies
Broken apart
Into the heart of the Lorelei ..

The blackboard

I often ask myself when
When it was that it started to end
My greatest fear realized
Clouded judgement
Forgiveness , loyalty ,
Love
Like a wand made out of porcelain
Chalk
Filling the blackboard with memories
Moments , blocks , and bricks
That formed the horizon that was
"Us "
For everything my love , is , was
You
But slowly ,
The wings of chaos makes its presence
Unveiling what lay beneath my love stuck conscious ...
Maybe it was the time you lied to me for the very first time ?
Maybe it was when you were unfaithful ?
The only loyalty you showed was for your own self preservation
Instance by Instance ,
The pieces of the picture nullified,
Erased .
All the un answered odes
Empty calls
Under appreciation ,, met with a pre occupied heart
Or a wintry response
Slowly the slate surface of the blackboard pushes through the cloudy remnants if the "rubbed out"moments we had
Forgiveness , met with a cold heart
And a pile  empty sorry's
For her heart, has become as hard, and cool as the blackboard itself
And now it is an ashen pile of clouds
A remnant trail from the eraser
As " we"
Slowly faded away .......

As if the crests of the waves were slumping shoulders
I watch them roll away
Fingers sifting through the tide
A futile attempt to hold on
The moon lays a pathway
On the surface of the sea
Just another empty road
Why ?
Hopeless tenants we are
At the mercy of our surroundings
My love , my ocean , my world
I'm drowning
We floated on our hearts
Tied together by our kindred spirits
Undone by indecision and Under appreciation
My tears make no difference
On the surface of the sea
Or her hardened heart
Mine has  lost its buoyancy
Without hers to hold me
I taste the salt on my lips
Just like my tears
Suffocating without her
My love
The pathway fades in the waining of the moon
The current grabs me
Just as her heart did
Hopeless travelers , at the mercy of our affections
Without her ,
I'm lost at sea ........

I love you

Hanging on to the wind 

Little things tried 
Anything to re ignite the past 
A foolish heart 
Not wanting to let go
Blind to the writing that's been on the wall
Empty hopes 
Desperation 
Odes and gifts 
Anything , for a glimpse or a glisten of affection 
She's made up her mind 
Without words 
She has spoken volumes 
Elated moments , now haunting memories 
Futile attempts at planting seeds 
Unable to grow 
Her fingers dusted of my heart she once held 
Washing her hands in my blood 
I feel sadly for the face in the mirror 
Knowing he has tried everything 
I fell sorry for him as well as angry 
He fooled himself into thinking there was something to hold onto 
Not wanting to let go 
He loved her with all his heart 
And looked for any stones to rebuild 
The cracked foundation 
Holds more glory 
And hanging on to a heart that no longer loves you 
Is just as hopeless 
As hanging on to the wind

She never saw

Pages and pages of affectionate odes
Seemed to fill the journal with a natural flow
I used to write her every day

Did she ever appreciate all that it took
To paint the word pictures that filed this book
I pored out my heart to her because I was in love

Now an old stairway covered in dust
A broken heart destroyed in a wave of mistrust
She gave it all away in search of another

She never appreciated all that Id done
She couldn't give her heart to just only one
She kept sharing her heart and looking for more

Will she ever look back on all she let go
Will she ever realize how I loved her so
Will she feel my love sill in my journals

She was always the one I would write
She was my morning , my moon and my night
But to her all I am is a memory

Each passing day
I get closer to the limits of her drawing in my heart
Every second further the clouded chaos
That storms in my gut eases
Just a bit
Her gravity , her love
That held me
Further ,less the strain , forge through the pain
I know
The longer apart , the less it will be
The ever present magnetism
My undaunted love
The " gravity " of her
That makes me ache in her absence
The ever growing days between our embrace
Ebbs just ever so slightly
But slightly ebbs
The hold on my heart weakens
All be it in sorrow
Distance
Someday beyond the reach of her affection
As she has moved on
So too can I
Just past the reach
That event horizon just past her allure
Where she can no longer grip my troubled heart
Only to break free of that gravity that drew me to her
And wonder aimlessly lost
Just as it was before I had,
Fallen
Fallen for her ,
Ill be lost without her
But at least it won't hurt
Anymore .....

Absent whispers

She no longer hears her name
Amidst the whispers of the breeze
That voice of an adorer
That echoed his affection
Romantically
In hopes of it reaching her away
She never replied
the corners of her heart have now settled
On cold
The ocean of affection that had enveloped her
Amidst a conscious of loving odes
Dissipated
Bursting clouds
Into feathers they fell gently
No more letters of love
She kept him at a distance
Reasoned herself into lies
Justification, of secrets
Quiet is the pillow
Dim are the stars
He would have brought her the moon
As she looks upon the lunar smile
Somehow she realizes it
He didn't leave because he wanted to love someone else
He left because he had no one left to love
She shunned the " I love you's "
That found her
And sailed away from his sea of affection
And slowly she started to notice
The absence
Absent are the whispers
And the remnants of his unconditional love

Captivated

I am bound , bound by my own affections
The weight of my love
An anchor
I can't see past her , nor do I desire to
She has become the bright star
To my universe
My world , orbits around her .
Just as the sun keeps the earth locked in its elliptical rotation
I can't love another being as I have fallen so deeply for her
Captivated ....
Her enchanting allure holds me
Her prisoner
For I simply can not desire anyone else
As long as her affection is alive
A hint of a tomorrow  
For my Soul
Their is no one else
Their cant be
She holds my heart , I gave it to her
Surrendered , vulnerable
I can never see beyond her
Because my love It has ,
painted her into the horizon
I could never be free
just lost
Without her
As long as she holds my heart
She holds into me
Captivated am I
An inmate ,to my own desires
I can't let go , unless she lets me go
She simply has my mind , body and soul
Her loving Hostage , I am forever
Captivated ......

Chasing the wind

Alone I am with my torments,
My thoughts
Assessing the destinations of my heart
Despite her words , I still find myself chasing " us "
waves upon waves  of effort
In the form of creative ways of showing my affection
Yet futile,
For as desperately as I try to gain on her preoccupied heart,
The distance
It stays the same
no matter the effort ,
Miles and miles , or just a mere arms length,
Still just out of my reach,
Like that star at the end if the universe
Or that butterfly just beyond the the tips of my fingers
She always seems to be just far enough away
To keep an " us " from forming
For some time now
seemingly forever ....just over the horizon
Or just past  the trees
That hope filled ray of sunshine ,
Just beyond the clouds
Always just far enough away.
For me to finally realize
I am perpetually,
simply just
Chasing  after the wind ......

As if the crests of the waves were slumping shoulders
I watch them roll away
Fingers sifting through the tide
A futile attempt to hold on
The moon lays a pathway
On the surface of the sea
Just another empty road
Why ?
Hopeless tenants we are
At the mercy of our surroundings
My love , my ocean , my world
I'm drowning
We floated on our hearts
Tied together by our kindred spirits
Undone by indecision and Under appreciation
My tears make no difference
On the surface of the sea
Or her hardened heart
Mine has  lost its buoyancy
Without hers to hold me
I taste the salt on my lips
Just like my tears
Suffocating without her
My love
The pathway fades in the waining of the moon
The current grabs me
Just as her heart did
Hopeless travelers , at the mercy of our affections
Without her ,
I'm lost at sea ........

I love you

Grand finale

The leaves rustle
Like crackling flames in the autumn breeze
Citrine embers , captivate
Widened eyes of an imagination
Remnant limbs outstretched
And ashen
Sweeping bristles of natures broom
A wave of fire , a dragging cloak
Hanging on the shoulders of the sun
Summers grand finale
The final act , up in a ball of fire
I watch the leaves rustle
Like pinwheels
Dipped in crimson orange
Rolling off into the horizon
A recycled canvas
Waiting to be dipped
in snowfall
Scrubbed with a winter sponge
And ready
Ready for springtimes pallet
Of gemstone hue's
And a brush melded
In morning dew and sunshine
And to start the cycle again
Until
summers grand finale

I've gotten used to ....

I've gotten used to that empty feeling in my gut,
Now that your not around , I feel the echoing memories, digging further into the foundation if my soul
Like moisture into the asphalt finding its way through the crevices , and breaking it from within .....
I've gotten used to not hearing her voice
Even though it still ignites a fission under  my entire skin
I've become accustomed to looking into distant memories
Blurred with tears
I've watched the door close on our tomorrow
It was all so sudden
And yesterday's now,
  are further and further away
You were the life I wanted to live
You were the love I wanted to adore
You were the Eden I had always hoped for
You are the answered prayer
You were the future I've always wanted
Ill never get over you
I've just gotten used to it
That empty feeling
That empty feeling
That empty feeling in my gut

Echoes

The darkness echoes with the bellowing sounds of silence ,
Ringing aloud with the thunderous quiet ,
Splashes of the wisps of her exhale is likened to the outstretched arms of the ebbing tides on the shoreline
As her breathing silences the echoes
The celling strobes
To the flicking candle flame ,
tasting the air like the tongue of  a serpent
Animating the shadows in the room
Laying next to me
The reason for my wake
As I have gotten lost in her sleeping beauty
For she is the center of this universe
And all the realms of my heart
Her sandy hair
Her peaceful glow
Reflecting the pulsating candles
And casting our Intertwined shadows against the wall
And as I continue to let my mind envelop her presence
Their is no place else id rather be
Than next to my sweet sweet love
In our own little universe
Behind the echoing darkness
And the orbit of my adoring heart
Sweet dreams my love ,
I'm with you always ......

Corner
The spirits seem to enhance my emotions
My eyes , levees to all that has haunted me
Flames of rage , doused in bourbon, smoldering into neglect and rejection.
Shoulders pressed to the corner walls
My own cocoon
A lifetime matinée in moments
Another swig of liquid paradox
A soothing burn
A dousing spark
A comforting fire
90 proof tears smear my cheeks
Painted in harsh evaluation
From the face in the mirror
I've visited this place before
The corner of life , and nightmare.
Where the faces of lies are ready to greet me
With a bottle of heartbreak , and a shot glass of under appreciation.
My corner
Alone with the spirits
They seem to know every haunt in my mind
And every ache in my heart
All to eager to re live it with me
Another sip , another swig
Another paradox
They all start to drown in my own numbness
The storm before the calm
Alone in my corner
And I soon will be fast asleep

Worlds away 

I've so often tried to reach you 
But distances hold their ground 
Your agenda seems to have its own agenda 
You smell your own flowers 
But never walk though the garden with me 
You sup from the chalice if your own  correlation 
But never hand me a drink 
You gaze at your own set of stars 
And never relish in our romance 
You mock my expression of affection 
In search of your own 
A lifetime wasted 
Living where you were , and never 
Where you were going 
Worlds away 
Distant shores , within the same troubled ocean 
Futile attempts , dreams of us 
Nothing but a lie 
But still I tried to shorten the distance 
Whittle away at the miles , 
Odes , loyalty , honesty and affection 
Maybe walk under the same stars 
Drink from the same cup 
I've tried , 
I've traveled , I've loved 
But your still 
Worlds away ..........

Futile ?

The hand , it trembles 
As it lay out another timescape  atop the outstretched parchment 
What is  the reality ? 
Is this just another argument within oneself ?
Another map ?
A destination in the waiting ?
Or a trail left for another to follow 
The black ink,
 it drips from the quill like blood 
Puddling into a mirage 
Images of insanity ? , 
a conversation with oneself ?
Or recollections 
Is this a craft ? , or a crutch ?
A consuming addiction 
A way to torture an already broken heart 
Or a soothing elixir , for which it is to be dipped 
Fingertips growing numb 
Is it the lack of blood flow
Concluding another segment of a repetitive tide 
Or a commencement to an eye opening ode 
A recipients revelation , and an excepted invitation to Eden 
The waning inspiration behind the trembling hands, and the ebbing of the ink within the quill brings forever to the forefront , the question that has been looming over these runes , if they are in fact , and have always been 
Futile ......

If I had one last breath to breathe
I'd use it to say I love you
If I had one last sight to see
I'd make sure it was your smile
If I had one last sound to hear
I'd want it to be you telling me you love me
If I had one thing left on earth to taste
I'd want it to be your lips
If I had one thing left in the world to touch....
I'd want to die in your arms...

My lips stroll along sultry soft skin
I close my eyes , and see your curves with my kisses,
fingers caressing your belly in infante swirls as if polishing the porcelain surface of a statue,
You lay entranced beneath my gentle stroking , your tummy stimulating the rest if your senses, ******* yearning for attention ,
Strings of a harp waiting to make music, my canvas , your desirable body,
****** finger painting
I meet your lips with mine , for your stamp of approval, my hands answer the call ,
My warm breath ,
Brushes your neck with the stroking of ****** feathers ,
Intensifying the raging desire within your ***** ,
Remnants saliva painted with my tongue evaporates into more of a magnetism, you open yourself to me,
The weight of my passion envelops you
Our tongues dance to the rhythm of our beating hearts
Blood flows through our veins at an increasing temperature
Ignited only by the meeting of our lips.
Intensified
My hands continue to brush your body ,
Answering all the yearning calls ,
I watch you lose yourself in the heat of the moment,
And I continue to stoke the fire
And with a burning wave of passion,
Enfolded bodies
I simply love you off to sleep .......

I sift through the pieces of my soul that I have given you over the years
Hundreds of odes , and heartfelt snippets of affection
Moments shared , hopes confessed , and dreams wished upon
disregarded pieces of my heart
For in every token of my affection ,
Was stamped with a piece if my heart
Now discarded , I am left with a portion of my affection
And the rest lay in waist with the rest if your worthless trinkets
And I am left with the arid pages of a dried up ocean , that once enveloped you ,
Half a heart , and a soul filled in sorrow ,
And I wonder someday if you ask yourself where my love has gone
You need look no further than the broken pieces of my heart that you left stagnant , in some dormant part of your past
Along with my discarded odes ...

The corner of the room

The corner if the room
The writing table
A cloud of imagination hovers
Cast over the halo of the desk lamp
The journal lay open
Calling upon the atmospheres
From the ambiance set
The genesis of dreams waiting to be plucked
Like a swarm of butterflies
Hopes waiting to be painted
Wishes waiting to be told
a corner if the room
The helm of an imagination
An empty chair
Headrest faded with miles of pondering thoughts
Armrests look like bridges
Leading back to the sanded surface
Of the pine
Treasures channeled , and a river if ink inside the pen
An ocean of odes already poured
And more just over the horizon.
The corner if the room
A passage to a universe
Were love perseveres
And nature has a voice
Emotions are teleported
From soul to soul
Hearts are won over
And some of them hurt
From the corner if the room
On the face if the writing table
Another moment lays in wait ....

The corner

An open volume lay dormant
Misted in a fine layer of dust ,
and cratered with droplets of dried up tears ,
A hollow pen ,
, fallen
, like that tree in the forest without an ear to listen
Highlights of a love
Slideshows , formed in words
Painted in ink
Just to reminisce
Pages filled in a foreground of love , affection , and happiness ,
But the background , empty
a promising future faded
As the foundation which all would be built is gone
The pen lay dormant amidst a pile of white
Lifeless dawns , that stretch into lost evenings
No future left to write
Inspiration dried up
The pen lay barren  
In a corner left alone
Since she said goodbye ...

What now ?

I look at the wind blown ripples in the surface of the sand
A dry model of the face of the  very ocean it boarders
Pages upon pages of heartfelt verses I wrote to you .
Tides of emotions , tokens of a moment dedicated to thoughts of our love.
For me the gratitude of knowing I found yet another way to show  you just how much I love you.
What now ?
Just like in the face of the sand,
Footprints ,
your footprints ,Remnant now
As you chose to walk all over my love and dismiss all that I am
And chalk it off
Into a mere " memory "
cold and emotionless those odes
Now as worthless as the sand you've walked on .
You are the one that gave the life to the works
The inspiration
What now ?
Like a handful of ashes  , the fire spent
Pieces of my heart , ignited by the burning affection that had resided at the core of my soul since forever , each and every ode
Sent to you, afire
A piece if me , that loved you
Unconditionally
Spent , burned out , laid to rest
What now ?
Did you even realize the deep rooted affection , woven into each line ?
Could you tell that the author loved you with all his heart ?
Or did it just simply not matter ?
Just words ?
I look into the pile of pages
All the hours , days , and moments.
Spent " into you "
Did you ever really love me ?
What do I do with all of those pieces of my heart ?
I gave them to you ? For you
And now I look back upon them,
Hundreds
Just laying there
Discarded , laden with your footprints
Everything we shared , just a painful reminder , of what was ,
And what will never be
A spent heart , a pile of letters
With no other purpose but you,
And sobbing ,
I think to myself
" what now ? "

Distant calling

I hear the echoes over the horizon
Whispering
The backdrop sky painted
With the petals of a rose dipped, in sunshine
The rose , the symbol of love ,
And yet ,
Laden with pain
The thorns , reminders if the price we pay sometimes
Just to fall in love
I can't compete with the allure
Of the crimson sky bending down to caress the earth
And I can't argue with the echoes
I only pray someday
They will be mine
But until that day
My heart will ache with the empty shadows
Cast upon her footprints
As she chases the sounds of her own..........
echoes