The words that go unspoken actually make the most noise.

My love is like a river
as raging water flows
love me in the morning
to see which way it goes.

Cherie Nolan© 2016

She was babysitting
at her house, at the lake
I had come to visit
it wasn't even a date

In the lake swimming
playing with those kids
I guess a spark caught fire
on her heart I placed a bid

Everyone dried off
and they watch T.V.
standing at the bar
she leaned into me

Pink pursed lips parted
as they pressed into mine
a hint of flicking tongue
this memory is fine

Married twenty years
her kisses I still crave
two kids of our own
my heart has been enslaved

Once upon a time,
I had a story I could tell.
But, now the facts have changed
and as I suppose its just as well.

For you see, I say my story
it is one of scattered dreams.
And, I was looking for an ending
that would sew up all the seems.

But, somewhere in the patchwork,
in the throw rug of my mind,
there was a loose thread
that I just could never find.

So, when it comes to taking action
you know why I won't take part.
For, all it takes is one good tug
and my patchwork comes apart.

-on empty life and aimless power: a guy's
big party that happened without him

Laughed out loud this morning
happy, lightly, free,
softly stumbling down the stairs
- but really, god it isn't me.

Broken glass in the living
scrunching under my feet,
torn portraits, burnt letters,
melted bottles, boiling books
- hahaha, no, it wasn't me.

Went out, caught fire, blew up
- don't know for which cause.
Touched down on the balcony
- from the victims no applause.
Hot red footprints ten inch deep
- not mine, I was sound asleep.

Hmmm, fresh air,
can smell it through the window glass.

Who is this guy outside,
stretching out his arm to me?

Just wondering...
will they ever remove these bars,
so we can shake hands?