Children for sale!
Children for sale!
I have two children for sale!
They're young and they're strong!
They're rowdy and fun!
They like to get muddy!
Don't like showers, they prefer baths that are sudsy!
They like to talk
They like to do that a lot!
They're sweet and cuddly
They're fun and bubbly
Forget it!
They're mine*!
I will love them until the end of time*!

Do not cover my mouth today
For truth is what I need to say
Do not encrust my ears at all
For the truth I need hear to help me fall
Do not shield my eyes so I cannot see
For the truth cannot be blinded to me
The truth may hurt
But I'll be fine
Hopefully the truth will make you mine

I stand naked before you
My body and soul laid bare
Upon my hands I  hold my heart
And this I gift to you
I only implore one simple wish    
This gift that I give
It is fragile and easy to break
Please, handle with care.

Oh my God!
What have I done?
I've let him into what I've become
Will he see my soul
Splayed open and true
Will he see these words
And think them all true
May he believe they are old
And not about him
For my soul is splayed open
They are of him

"How do I love thee
Let me count the ways"
Oh please!
What a cliché!
Do not tell me things in sonnets or rhyme
Tell me what's in your heart, not in your mind
There are only three words of poetry I want to hear
Only three words that are music to my ears
I Love You

Mother may I?    
May you what?
May I reach the stars?
May I dream anew?
May I question life and also you?

May I  sleep in late?
May I drink the dew?
May I jump in puddles?
And muddy both me and you?    

May I be a superhero?
May I wear a cape?
May I use you stethoscope?
May I be like you and save a life today?

Yes, my sons.
You can do all.
And if it knocks you down,
Remember I'll be there to catch you if you fall.

The way he looks at me
The way his voice resonates in my body
The way his skin feels upon mine
The way he can have deep conversations
The way he wants to keep learning
The way he makes me feel at ease
The way he let's me open myself fully
The way he makes the butterflies soar
The way **I love the idea of him

Slowly we dance
You and I
Round and round we go
In a cadence of to and fro  
  
Never seeming to take that step
The final one that forces us
to take that
Chance        

A tango here
A waltz so fair    
A rhumba or two
One between me and you

Our steps are sure
The space we do keep
The chance between us
We dare to not let meet    
      
The fear we keep
In our sway of chance
Both afraid of what will happen
If we don't let fear keep the lead

A other measure has gone by
We've gotten closer
But backed away
instead of giving chance
At least one try

Paso Doble is now in swing
This chance of ours
The bull in the ring

Slowly, confidently
We stride to the center
Fear grips our minds
As we finally find each other

The chance is now ours
We take it by the horns
Fear be gone
Now love will soar

When the stress is too overwhelming
When your burden
        is far too great to bear
When you have all but given up
                   Go!
Immerse yourself in nature
Give it all to Him
And let just
one
        single
                     t
                          e
                               a
                                    r
escape

The grass is green
The sky is blue
A rose is red
There is comfort in my bed

The crickets chirp
The night bird sings
I think of you
Hearing all these things

The house lights off
The stars they shine
And the moon is white
For all of this I say goodnight.

Time does not stop
Forever the clock
               Tics......
                            To­cks.......
But for a moment
Time stood still
The cadence
Of the clock ceased the
                  Tic.......
                              ­Tock.....
Then morning came all too soon
Time sped up
The clock raced in its
                   Tic......
                              To­ck......
Time never truly stopped

As I read and reread our messages my heart breaks even as it soars.
I cannot and want not to lose you again. Why does our love hurt so much?
Why can I not keep you out of my mind?

                       (I love you.  
                                   Do not leave me.)

I know I'm not deserving of your love if it is truly reciprocal.
I am deserving of heartache and loneliness.            

               (I am deserving of hell
                                  but not its fallen angel.)

But I must ask these questions,
do you hurt as I do with our love?
Can you not keep me off your mind?
Do you too not want to lose me?
                                                    
                                 (i love you.)

One more cigarette
One more poem
Another night I sleep alone  

I've made this bed of mine
The one of lonely times    

No longer did I want to be unhappy
No longer did I want my feelings misconstrued
I do love
but not in love anymore with you
    
What we had was great
What we had was fun
But years ago it came undone

You changed and I tried to accept
I love you and you have my respect

But through the years I've found us drifting
Not together but apart
In that time you lost my heart.

Oh my creature!
My beautiful, evil creature!
You come to me at night and not let go until mornings rays
Your claws feel painfully pleasurable upon my mind
You help me to feel all that I shut out during the day
You help me to write what I cannot say
Oh my beautiful evil creature!
Please leave!
I need the peace of the night.

All love is splayed open in the night Splayed open to reveal it's true intent
It's ****** fire dripping like acid upon the stone
It's tears are rivers down her beautifully distraught face
She has found her love painful when he is not near
But when he holds her it is  a healing balm.
Her love is splayed open on this night of pain
But he has come to sooth the pain.

The harshness of the day gives way to the whispers of the night.
My senses become heightened.
My skin that was dulled by the acosting day is now sensitive to the caressing breeze of the night.  
My eyes look longingly to the crying moon. The night is my lover and I revel in its sweet caress.

He ruined her by not professing his love. Though his actions seemed to speak volumes, it was words she  needed to hear.
So she  heartbrokenly  walked away having never trusted a love since, just resigned herself to only words.
Wanting and needing that love again.

Your first lover?
My moon.
Your second lover?
My sun.
Your husband?  
My depth of despair.  
Your children?  
My world.  
Your family?
My stars.
You friends?
My growth.  
And you?
Myself.
     Why is he your moon?
He is my sweet caress of night.
Why is he your sun?
He is the blaze upon my skin.
Why is he your despair?
For there is no love anymore.  
Why are they your world?  
For I am nothing without them.
Why are they your stars?
For they look down upon me encouragingly.  
Why are they your growth?  
Without them my world would not survive.  Why are you yourself?  
Who else am I supposed to be?