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I think I love them all
Each and every one
I can’t remember who was mad
I just remember the fun

They all touched my life
But now they’re gone
They passed through my hands
Like dew that dries after dawn

How can I hold a grudge
Against a girl I touched
A girl I held
A girl I missed
How can I hold a grudge
When I’d take you back
Just because we kissed

You never forget a girl
Once you’ve closed your eyes
You always remember
The way she sighs

They don’t give themselves away
But you love it when they do
You will always think of her
Even if she was untrue

How can I hold a grudge
Against a girl I touched
A girl I held
A girl I missed
How can I hold a grudge
When I’d take you back
Just because we kissed

How can I not want
The moments that we shared
When you were all I wanted
When I knew you still cared
Some country song lyrics....
A year has gone and passed away
And still our love may yet hold sway
I wish you luck and thus consign
Our love, my soulful Valentine

So as another year begins
And so must fade our shameful sins
I raise my glass filled up with wine
To you, my soulful Valentine

I will  dream of what we had
The good, the great, the real, the bad
And as our paths ne'er intertwine
In life, my soulful Valentine

When you have a passed and I remain
And memory ne'er will sustain
I will hold on to the love of thine
Rest now, my soulful Valentine
don't mention the pain
what service would that gain?
a simple cheesecake to share
to see if this goes anywhere
over the mountain, over the hill
back to the animals on the window sill
which leads me to here
in which she's sitting there
and she's fully aware, without a care
and this table top seems so vastly beyond compare
to any I've seen before through mind's open door
be it fiction or folklore
that delivers these visions of her form
and ****** contour, direct to my head
now beside her in bed, where days I have rested
a change in the weather, in flocks and in feathers
high tide in the seminal waters of the heart
subsiding with tall tales of false starts
but the rise rolls on again as it has
through thick & through thin, a quivering theremin
and so we begin, the song, the story, the count in
to counterfeit original sin
(you know what happened last time)
I swear,

   your
imagery

  taps
  the
acid
in my
spine.
meet me alone after dark,
you won't see me, don't bother,
i am darkness itself,
**no need to wait.
Does my voice look at itself in the mirror
and see eyes lost in a desert
where butterflies
welcome one drop of rain,
or eyes that dance
inside a cup full of yesterdays
I cannot get back again?

Are there words my voice hears
that capture my heart
like music
and make me learn
my own path to walk,
existing inside of the joy
I find on a blank page
where my ink whispers to talk?

Could my voice be beautiful as a picture
painted inside a quiet heart
reaching out to be heard
time and time again
as if it walks seeking peace
inside of my every single word?

My voice looks at itself in the mirror
and sees that time is precious
in these eyes daring to look back
the same,
it picks up my pen
like a long lost friend
who never forgets my name.

My voice is not lost in a desert
bound eternally
to seek out the rain
nor does it dance
inside a cup full of yesterday.  
It sings across these blank pages
whispering
in the ink of my ways.
Dedicated to my Poetic Mentor Gary Pegoda
I can see it in my mind:
your crooked, sideways grin
it diffuses on to my face, and I smile.
I can hear it in my head:
your laugh jumps high and spins
I’ll sit down and loop it for a while.
and when I am unhappy
I’ll pretend to hear your voice
and then I’ll know that everything is fine.
for, when I get lonely
I’ll know you had a choice
you made the choice to choose to be mine.
I'd be more
Alive
Right now
If I were dead.
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