Maybe you don't think much of me
to you, I am only what you see
but bodies that lie under covers
still have thoughts to be discovered
Maybe I am worth another look
A not to be put down book

or maybe I am not so novel.

The shining glow that lights my path
A heartfealt gaze that always lasts
A sight more beautiful than any passed
Stops me dead in my weary tracks
Face so pure, sent from above
She steals my heart, and my undying love
I have not much, but my love and devotion
Ill give you my heart, and put it in motion
Cant buy you houses, or cars, or rings
I dont have riches, or fancy things
Still i can promise to do much better
Ill always love you, ill always be there
Ill do anything, no matter the task
I would move mountains to make love last
J promise dear, Ill find a way
To show my love, youll see some day
Ill forget the world, and stay a while
To hold you, love you, and see you **smile

You don't have to worry about
Sleep- you'll get more than enough
Before driving me to the doc's,*
She reminded me last night.

A mental note to text my boss
In the morning.
He'll understand. They always do;
Humans as full of love and worry
As anyone.

Instead of cranes, concrete trucks
And workers in black and yellow
Like bees outside my office window,

I see pinetrees dancing with winds
Warmer than yesterday's,
Beyond homefields of fresh-spring
-Light-brown-

And she breathes heavily on the
Sofa, shielded from the early
Afternoon sun,
Relieved from white coated,
Warm-handshaking sharing
Of news; none but reassuring.

Streched out like a cat mid-nap.
A beautiful, deflated balloon.
Breathing; not bleeding.
Sleeping; not anesthesized.

I worry not about sleep.
Hers is mine.

The world are one
Your life are one
Your thoughts are one
The sky are one.
Your chances are one.
Your opinion are one.
The time are one.
Your time are one
Your style are one.
The beginning are one
Your birth are one.
Your voice are one.
The end are one.
Your death are one.
Your grave are one.
This poem is one.

~ John/Crazyjc

Mirrors are just glass
And my dear ,
You are so much more than that.

why do I buy books I won't read
maybe it's the same reason
I fall in love with people I can't have
I never reach out quite far enough
so that these experiences are tantalizingly
untantalizing
and maybe I select a great deal of books
in the hopes of finding one that I will actually enjoy
and I read such a small fraction of them
that I seem to be misspending my money.
but I will continue my vice and form a collection
of books that were
never intended to be read
to sit forever on the bookshelf of my memory,
quiet and untouched
maybe there only to be in stark contrast
to the ones I have opened
and destroyed.