Silver lace against her black dress,
she never looked so beautiful,
demented yet so perfect,
she cries tears, black upon her white face,
Hoping that time will stop to listen.


The halls have emptied,
still, she stands alone,
her heart, paper thin and tearing,
too many pieces to count this time,
she gives up on gathering them.


The sun sleeps while she lets go,
just short of daybreak,
she cracks, for what it's worth,
she whispered goodbye for the last time,
as she carved your name in the shadows.


Silver lace against her black dress,
she never looked so beautiful,
perfect in the darkest manner,
and twisted just to know,
that time has finally stopped to listen...

hidden deep inside the corner
where reality's a sham
a boy recites the memories
of his friend the mad man.

"the jackal laughs in riddles
so you'll surely loose your way
there can only be one hero."
is what the lunatic would say.
"The silence is drowned by reverb
that leaves these moments set in stone,
as the moon quakes & trembles
and the stars shake & moan
The night leaves us dayless
trying to catch us by surprise
but will answer all our questions
when man meets his demise.
We're the faux pas of religion
another lost & broken tie
there's no such thing as Heaven
for those of us that die.
There's only Earthly rotting
as we're absorbed into the womb
to be recycled and re-used
then born again too soon."

Lately I can feel the lack of fire,
for ever un-content,
only momentarily uninspired...

I seem to have this case,
of hopeaholic syndrome,
not yet a cynical *******,
rudely displaying wisdom.
see, i simply have a tale to tell,
of falling flat from harmony,
my soul can't sing a single note,
without the she that made us 'we'.

Restlessly I toss in slumber,
with quick dreams of falling rain,
joy could never really be,
if it wasn't for this pain.
She was serendipity,
hidden perfectly in disguise,
once my heart is resurrected
my mid will surely rise,
to a level of unconscious yearning,
and the longing will finally fade,
love is the ultimate chess game,
step by step, it must be played.

The dead poet falls distinctively

Silent with his mind at rest

His heart & soul have separated

Leaving society at arms to obtain reality

Before his beauty is lost eternally

To the Earths sweet marrow.



The snow spreads it's blanket of disease

To ensure the common sheep's aspiring

For winter has arrived in full force

To isolate us from the only cure -

An untimely sun rising slow

Leaves us to wake with the stars.

The dead poet rises instinctively

to speak verse, free of mind

let the heart & soul do the talking

while society remains incognizant

un entranced by the eternal beauty

of the Earths sweet marrow.



Fall amongst the Autumn leaves

to procure the streams malignancy

for Winter is well on it's way

to isolate us from the tradition

of rising with the sun at dawn

and sleeping with the precious stars

that guide us gently through our dreams.

his heart beats slow & steady as she walks into the room;
morning rays glisten in her eyes reflecting light from August days gone by.
A quick glance to catch his gaze with a wink to still his hands,
are the shadows playing tricks on him or is he lost in lovers sin?
Hope - the roaring in his ears as he searches for the right words:
"hello, how are you?" "if I told you I love you, would you know it's true?
Simple acts of indiscretion leave tear stains on the floor,
but her picture perfect smile makes it all worth while.
The night calmly yet swiftly comes to an idyllic close,
with one last dance he'd never miss ended with a sealed kiss...

It’s something about your eyes
And the way you lick your lips
The way you run your fingers through your hair
Right down to the tips.
It’s the way you crease your smile
To make those dimples on your chin
The way you hold your head up
Even when you sin.


I have to tell you something
And I promise it’s no lie –
I want to kiss you every day
Until the day I die.
I want to feel your embrace
& keep you resting in my arms
I want to be your hero
That heals your every scar.


It’s something about your eyes
And the way you lick your lips
The way you run your fingers through your hair
Right down to the tips.
It’s the way you crease your smile
To make those dimples on your chin
The way you hold your head up
Even when you sin.


I need you in the morning
And I need you late at night
I need to know you’re right there
Sleeping by my side.
I need to feel you dreaming
Of the love that we could share
And while you rest your head on pillows
I’ll be floating on thin air.

Days were lost in heartbeats
while slower hours fed my eyes
we played this one on a clock
that let precious seconds die.
Lashes upon lashes
your true beauty's when you sleep
comfortably you rest beside me
but are farther than my reach.
So, sorry to just write this off
but it's all been said before
the attraction of once alike minds
has finally lost it's lure.
An echo of a moment passed
in the searching for my sun
where we could never find a way
to say this time is done.
Like masters of the universe
trading nickels for a penny’s thought
who knew the war would end this way
without a single battle being fought.
A truce before we become
two enemies who swoon
and I won't plead a final case
prior to my ascending to the moon.

Here is where I've come to write
about the beauty she beholds
the lustful shine
of a twinkle in her eyes
and a radiant smile
that always seems to glow.
you could say that she's an angel
descended from above
or a being of her mothers orbit
born to replace the sun.

her skin has that perfect complexion
like somewhere in between the freckles
is where I find connections
to the purity of being inspiration
and the final synapse of an epiphany
then every line pours itself out
& on to the page so willingly.

I want to be the one who serenades your heart strings
and let your true beauty shine through all the seems
no rush, no need for wedding bells and big rings
just a steady yearning to hear what your soul sings.

.. ..

The chorus plays, while the echo’s spent

I want to be the one even if not heaven sent.

.. ..

A hug, a kiss, eyes slowly close as we connect lips

And the passion pulses from toes to finger tips

I pull you in tight with my hands on your hips

Lock eyes, stare deep and absorb this bliss.

.. ..

I never thought you’d capture every bit of me

But your smile holds tight onto my everything.

.. ..

I want to be the one who serenades your heart strings
and let your true beauty shine through all the seems
no rush, no need for wedding bells and big rings
just a steady yearning to hear what your soul sings.

To the child who believes he is alone
Because his mother works two jobs
To keep him dry and fed well
But doesn’t have time to color with him
Doesn’t have time to draw balloons
And watch the clouds go lazily by
But always says I love you
And tucks him in at night.

Know that there is no such thing as alone.

To all the men who seek acceptance
For just being the man that they are
Who tell corny jokes at the wrongs moments
But still believes in chivalry
Who leave flowers on the doorsteps
Of their greatest love -
And un-enveloped poems in the mailbox.

Accept yourself and love the roses.

To the women who are ashamed
Of the size of pants they wear
And the way they do their hair
Who feel they won’t ever be loved
And wish, if only to themselves
That they where beautiful.

Know you are, for the true shame is ever believing differently.

There’s nowhere like never
Purgatory of the mind
The info man has the answers
Behind his booth made of time
4th dimension relapse
As the minute hand proceeds the hour
Noon falls victim to midnight
As the stars regain their power.

We remove soul from host
In a biological defeat
Don’t judge a man’s travels
Until you’ve read the stories
Told by the lines in the soles of his feet.

With each worth a thousand words
Pictures paint themselves so clear
But can’t capture the brilliance of a soul
Until the last breath is gasped here.
Then moon recites the epitaph
That’s etched into his face
From the creators of his brutal beauty
he starts off slow to set the pace.

We remove soul from host
In a biological defeat
Don’t judge a man’s travels
Until you’ve read the stories
Told by the lines in the soles of his feet.

And the mother reunites our flesh
With the sanctity of her Murth
For we have reached the finish line
To lay our bodies beneath the dirt.
And our fathers faces have faded
As we forget all that we’ve been taught
Except his final lesson
Of the art of selfless thought.

We remove soul from host
In a biological defeat
Don’t judge a mans travels
Until you’ve read the stories
Told by the lines in the soles of his feet.

As the tide pulses my hands tremble
while the waves crash against your feet
an angel of the Pacific Shoreline
pacing with the true radiance of life.
The sunset is perfect turning your figure to silhouette
and letting the stars peek to catch a glimpse -
of the beauty that rests beside the sea.

My heart beats faster and harder
with every step you take towards me
as the vibrant storm of you drags me farther
from the human that I used to be.

No wind to catch my tattered sail
when I lean against the breeze
just all the racing thoughts of us
then--now - - tomorrow
and maybe forever if you'll let me love you -
until I'm dead and gone away
to become your angel of the sea.

My heart beats slower and softer
with every breath you take from me
as the lull of your storm makes it harder
for me to finally fade into the breeze.

her lips where soft like velvet petals
as they lightly pressed against mine
only she can make my skin shiver
and send those chills right up my spine.
like Aphrodite, her beauty dazzles
with the perfection of human form
she entrances all that lay eyes on her
like she where the final thunder storm.

Goddess in a mortals makings
yet true without disguise
the stars will always shine for her
until she returns to the skies.
Her heart pulses soft and steady
bringing and taking my every breath
leaving me in silent slumber
dreaming of the only goddess left.

How could I describe your beauty
With the mere simplicity of words?
Your smile is as radiant as the rising sun
& your eyes twinkle like stars that always burn.

It’s something about the way you caress my skin
From my lips right down to my fingertips
The way you lean in and close your eyes softly
For each and every single kiss.

It’s how you sleep at night
Cuddled up & pressed to me
And how I can feel you dreaming
With the warmth of ecstasy.

When you wake from weary slumber
To yawn and stretch your wings
I can see heaven in your complexion
And hear the angels sing.

I was caught in the brief hypnotic gaze
of the most beautiful women of my dreams
as the mid-winter sun bursts broke the shadows
and danced eligantly through her Auburn hair.

Her smile held the true story of my love
as it reached it's peek at either ear
and forgave me for my prideful glory.

In that one & only moment I was captured.

Her light brown eyes absorbed my entire soul
as the softness of her voice echoed in my ears
I could only remain still, entranced, & breathless
lost in the beauty of a silence you'd never know.

Upon yonder window the twilight breaks
While her beauty outshines the sun
the night falls with the stars trailing
And with her his heart truly beats.
The sonnets have all been written
And the plays have all been played
But love has never left the pages
Before this moment of hearts first flight
Where afterglow bleeds into presence.

Forever… and always for this kiss to dream
When dreams have not yet been slept
His soul treads her path -
Of interlacing glimpses and long hidden stares.

He falters step and fumbles words
Unsure if he’s awake -
Or trapped by the weight of his sheets
Only aware of the ambiance between them -
The silhouettes of realities fading
Where her smile is all he needs to breathe
And the epiphany of like minded self
Intoxicates every sense of being.

Forever… and always for this kiss to dream
When dreams have not yet been slept
He’s lost himself within her beam
Of interlacing doors and worlds apart.