I want to call my heart my own
But you still live there
You may not know but tendrils,
Snaking litte tentacles of you
Still slither and twine
Twist writhe and caress my heart
With their sandpaper skin
And I don't know
How to end their presence
I want them to leave
Or to allow them full access
But they are too content to change
Serpents of your last affections and
Eels of your looks
Why won't they swim back into the ocean
Or slide down a hole?
Leave me and return no more!
Or bring your owner forth,
Coax your master closer
That we may talk

When you look at me what's the look I see in your eyes?
I see sadness but for who?
Your green eyes frighten yet melt me
Curioser and curioser
What else is there
Pity, jealousy, love, what?
I can't read your eyes, never could
All I can tell is there's something different
Something added or changed or missing
Whenever you look my way
What are you feeling?
Are you screaming or hiding?
I feel so confused and you won't talk to me
Tell me something clear
'Cause I can't read you

Here I am
Walking softly through a lake of shale
Slipping down a hill
Tripping the pieces against each other
Tearing my feet up
Reaching scraping and stratching arms and legs
Over the berry bushes
Stretching for a few ****** drops of **** sweet juice
Wetting my lips and staining my fingers
Robins and bluejays flying overhead, a soft grey bird
Shyly quietly watching
Watching the fracas of the bejeweled and gaudy birds
And their screeching cries
Watching and listening with quiet fearful timidity
Much like me

To my bearded bear friend;
I've started this 'bout thirty times
And ended just the same
I couldn't get it just quite right,
Or make sure it wasn't lame
So I've decided heck with it
I'm writing this and posting
So my dear friend Troubadour:
Thanks, for all you've done
You've been a terrific friend
Enjoyable and fun,
Thanks for the conversations
Both really short and long
And may I say, once again
Thanks for being awesome.
Danke mein Freund,
Du bist super, und das ist
Die Wahrheit!

Here be dragons all old maps say
Here be dragons: beware, go'way
Noble knights and brave crusaders:
All steer clear and take detour
But whose to say these fearsome beasts
These terrible monsters of lore,
Who declared that these gentle giants
Live only to create gore
They may be misspoken for
And probably misunderstood
They could be timid gentile folk
Who dine on aether and fish
But nevermind the possibilities
Here be dragons: go'way, beware

I think boredom was made
Just to tickle the consciensces
And annoy the heck out of
Poets and thinkers like me

Green and blue are my absolute favorite colors
I don't have one
And the reasons, are quite hard to explain
Although I hate the sea, it stands
In the line of reasons
And though I despise ice and icicles
I love blue
Algae on the side of pools
I could live without
But I adore green
Lush mossy bright olive and dark green
And cool clear dark and thick sea blue

I've always loved jeans and grass
Summer's thick vegetation
And blue graphic t-shirts
The old and ugly baby blanket with green squares
Made for me by my great grandmother
The blue I once wished my hair was
The green I still wish my eyes were
Blues of pigeons, blue jays, faeries, and dragons
Greens of wood elves and magic, words and life

As for fire, well who doesn't love it?
The flickering, dancing swaying of flames
The bright reds oranges blues and white yellows
The heat and pain
A life and magic of its own
And that love's emotion is a fire
The fire living in a tiger's coat and the sun
Flashes of firey emotion in the eye
And flames of the excitement and energy
That drive me to be and be who I am
And fire, fire is
Life death feeling and emotion