some like to live an illusion
an image is a game to play
they wear a disguise under midnight skies
then hide from the light of day

Obsessive love doesn't
give an inch
it can shake you
break you
make you flinch

~

I fell for you like a waterfall in springtime.
Tumbling down an edge at your cliffside.
We are a force nature simply can't deny.

You accepted my siltation;
an unorderly invitation to a desperate situation
we could never leave behind.

You cried down from blue skies- silver-lined tears of denial. You fed this empty vessel
in the heat of June-July.

When those stars shine right into my eyes,
I'll reflect their light in the creases of a tide.

I fell for you like a rapid-
gushing parallel to the road.
Love will never accept defeat;  
*We're certainly a force with which
seasons can't compete.

Aged three score and ten

The old man walked

Onwards and upwards

laborious and slow

to the foothills of the Himalayas

Once there seated quiet

Amid the hush

His aging mind wandered

The collective unconscious

Letting go of earthly need

Intuition planted a seed

He prayed for wisdom, love and peace

All the earthbound wars to cease

His spirit soared

With shoals of souls

Awash in roar and flow

Then he saw the passing of time

watched his body age and decline

Learned that though we may come

From a different place

We are all connected through the human race

Then felt his body at one with a tree

As the cherry blossom fell gracefully

.

I was going to write a poem
but I just ran out of ink
I had the stanzas lined up nice,
I know I did, I think

It said how much I loved her,
and that she had gone away
Rhymes about my broken heart,
how it was here to stay

One verse filled with crying,
those endless falling tears
While hiding neath the covers
afraid to face my fears

Another said I miss her,
my days had all turned gray
There was no sun, there was no moon,
just sadness on display

I mentioned how I need her,
life will never be the same
Saying I was sorry,
that I knew I was to blame

My entire world is empty
and I couldn’t take much more
She’d always be my every thing,
the one I would adore

I really hoped to write it,
though I know she’d never see
These feelings that I’d write about
so deep inside of me

So now I’ll just forget it,
nothing else to do, I think
Except to sit here with my pen
that’s just run out of ink