i cannot tell who you are
by the swing of your step
and i cannot follow your heart
when no path is set.
but if you feel the strongest burst
to follow through
even when it hurts
you my dearest,
will be my hero
which can save me from this place;
your love can take me away..

None of my fingers are the same...
Yet together they work the keys
Of my saxophone
To play melodies that raise
Us to consciousness unknown

None of my fingers are the same...
Yet my two hands clap
A beat so sweet or praise
The good deeds that make
The world a better place

None of my fingers are the same...
But they work in unison to caress
To soothe, to bring pleasure
Through my music and verse
I give you harmony and joy

None of my fingers are the same...
This is no sound of a one finger snap
Or the accusing point
Of an angry single digit
Though watch the ones pointing back

My fingers bring harmony and joy
They join with the fingers of others
And share a loving bond so strong
That no single finger can weaken

None of us are the same....

I tried to live my life unchained.
And who's to blame for my mistakes now?
I should have never left the safety of my own head.
Should have never let you inside me
****** and warm with my finger nails running down your back
caressing your hips
That was our home for a while
Fitting together like puzzle pieces
I believed you were shaped differently
What a let beautiful down!
All bouncy and curly,
warm and inviting
All words and no actions.
I think i will put the collar back on now.
To protect me.
I won't leave this place for anything.
Its my safe space
until another elusive smile comes along to lure me out again...into the danger zone.

I miss the sound of your music.
It plays sometimes, like it once did to my soul.
when the summer nights seemed never ending
discovering the imperfections and curves of your body
a little more each day
This space in my head, where i still remember the hope and happiness i had.
How stupid that was.
I was so ready to let you in.
I miss the sound of your voice
when it was sweet and promising
when it was naive and full of opinions
i had never fathomed.

You were my best friend that summer.
We were a pair swimming through the chlorine pool:
youthful,
full of questions....lacking the bitterness and regret i feel now.
I miss the sound of your snores.
Every dream i had lying next to you
waiting for your eyes to flicker awake again
to tell me more of your stories and plans,
to share parts of ourselves...that i thought was infinite.

Slowly destroyed.
Put down.
Stood up.

Every day she tried
To better herself.
But, in the end,
It was easier
To shut out and hide.

She tried to appear bona-fide.
But where her life was going -
She felt it was up to others to decide.

It’s not that she always wanted to be lead.
It’s that, when she really needed it,
No one ever heard what she said.

But when given the chance to freely express
Herself with no limit,
All the judgments she’s ever heard
Seemed to push their way into the spotlight,
Now well-lit.

Crossing paths with others
Who have done great for themselves,
She thinks,
I wonder how it brought them here,
Their trip through hell…

She needs no reminders of where she could be.
A look in the mirror
Is all she needs to see.

Even the physical scars of the past
Are evidence of
Where all these moments,
Called life,
Have taken her;
Right up to the last.