Life is a Marvellous Woman
No more
If of anything
Of this i am sure

The grace in a beautiful face
Cannot be compared
To the other beauties
Their bodies embrace

Their love is a mystery
And as men
We can only forgive
And love again

Because the beauty of women
Is without a doubt
That there are so many
We will never run out

Blessed are the lonely men
The lovers of these marvellous women.

I cannot sleep
My dreams are hiding
They want more time
I am abiding

I hope they come soon
Before my thoughts turn darker
Than this room

And leave my mind hollow
Extending today into tomorrow.

Don’t forget me
When you are back in the world
That you lived in before us
While i’m back in mine
And thinking of you all the time

Don’t think for a second
About a world that you’ve dreamed of
During dark nights
When all that there is
Are dark demons
That tell you what you are

Don’t believe that is real
Because it is not
No matter what they say
The world is not bleak and grey

And you are why.

Don’t forget that you are the light
That shines on me
When i too dream those dark dreams
-because i do.
But when  i do
I wake up and i continue to dream
But then i dream of you

And suddenly there is light all around
Countless watts
That blind me in holy beauty
Unheard of
Except by the poets
And the writers
Who have drank from the sky
Of you

Maybe not the same you
But one of a different name
Another angel
That is love for the sake of love
Down to her dimpled bones

And the problems that you find
When you examine yourself in your mind
Are not flaws
But stars
That decorate the universe that is you

And i would not breath again
If such things were not found
In the likes of you

You are the world
In all its complex beauty
And being the world
I was born into you
And i will not leave
Until you understand that you
Made me
To love
You.

Don’t forget me
When you are away
When i dream of you
Night and day

Don’t think that i will forget you
For a second
Or less

Remember the nights when i held you
And think of the ones
When i will again

Remember me
As i remember you.

Everything
Allthing
Whothing
that you are
Is the universe
To my star.

There is a storm in my heart
Raining colors on my mind
From your words that you whisper
When mine are hard to find

The drops fall heavy
In a musical scale
-music unheard of
a heavenly hail

that soothes my fear
of coming days
when you won’t be near
with your angel gaze

feeding my heart
with the food of your soul
yes, my puzzle is complete
because you’ve made it whole

and all of my moments
are tinted with you
a brand new color
between red and blue

despite my instincts
I squeeze you tighter
Almost breaking that
Which has made the world brighter

I do my best to fight it
And keep you from harm
Its quite a scary thing
To hold the whole world in your arms


You are art
And could never bore me
When every word you speak
Is a story

That reminds me of why
There is ground beneath the sky
Each second of you exciting
Like a bird about to fly

None of this expresses
Just how you live within me
But I’ll be content in spending my life
Explaining through poetry

And maybe I’m just gone
Maychance I have gone crazy
But every sound my ears meet
Seems to rhyme with Katie

Katie, the forest
Katie, the stream
Katie, hell and heaven
Katie, everything in between

If this is losing ones mind
Let it never return again
I’ll be content in the void
Alone with Katie, the pen

And when death finds me
At the end of all things
I will smile inside, knowing

I’ve heard the voice with which love sings

She tells me when she’s older
She wants to be poor
Money is paper and metal
No more

So i look into her eyes
And tell her to stick with me
For if i’ll have one thing
It won’t be money

We can live on cigarettes
And chocolate
And ignore the hole
In our mutual pocket

I will be poor
This is surely true
But with her in my heart
I’ll be richer than you

And she smiles one of her smiles
That makes the flowers bloom
The flowers of cloth
That hang in my room

And she says she wants me inside her
And i tell her that i am
Underneath her skin
I’ll stay as long as i can

And then she says she’s serious
I tell her that I know
Because by now her southern heart
Has melted my snow


And with this spring
Grow the cloth flowers
Decorating her garden
And giving purpose to my hours.

There is a man in the garden
Who is painting my thoughts
All the guesses
All the yeses
All the won’ts and I will nots

Some cannot see him
If they’re not the dreaming kind
But there he stands, painting
In the garden of my mind

His brush is made of hairs
Of all the people I have met
And with those folks
He makes swooping strokes
So that I don’t forget

In the centre of his brush
Is one of her hairs
As dark and bright
In golden light
As when she left it on my stairs

There it remains
Making coloured stains
On the canvas of my brain
Painting my thoughts
With forget-me-nots
Until I see her again

There is a man in the garden
Who is painting my heart
Combining my love
With his
To produce a work of art

But I will never see
The painting he will make
And so, no more
Of this metaphor
For my sanity’s sake

Now here I stand in my garden
With a paintbrush in my hand
I do not care
If it has her hair
Because I finally understand

Now I’ve finished painting
The landscape of my mind
And hidden it
In a deep, dark pit
That no one will find

There was a man in the garden
Who painted just for me
Is he still there
Or anywhere?
I can no longer see.

The How does not explain the Why
No more than a cloud
Explains the sky

We are born by birth
And weighted with worth
But this does not explain why
No more than sight
Explains the eye

We breathe because of breath
And die due to death
But this does not explain why
No more than flight
Explains the fly

Though there is use within the Hows
They only live within the Nows
Thens are not of their concern
So what use are the Hows we learn?

If Whys are what you want to find
You must look within your mind
Hows and Whos and Whens all change
(they operate within a range)

Whys are hard to understand
If your mind is like an ampersand
Bent out of shape to connect things together
That sound like they should be
(like lead and leather)

Whys can be easy to see
If you just allow them to be
And don’t bother with the How
For no time is shorter than a Jow
A how cannot explain a Why
Only problems arise
When you try.