I touched her fingers to my lips
and tasted her essence, her being.
My better half, sometimes bitter half,
whose love's been paid for by the passing
of the years.

A love that's been earned through the tiny tribulations
that go noticed only by the watchful eyes
of that life I swore to share.

Upon my thoughts and actions
are all her better parts, laid so deeply
that even when away I can feel
her tender loves impression upon me.

A love that's time worn
into the fabric of my soul,
and clearly visible to all others
who may interlope upon our lives.

This creature, this being.
Whose thoughts at times are so alien
to my fractured life.
That even when apart from myself,
looking down,
I am held in silent disbelief.

As light grows dim I'm wakened to those thoughts
that are so easily drowned out by the cacophony of  my life.
Ushered up to the privacy of my mezzanine box,
I gaze out into the darkness of the orchestral pit,
and listen to the crickets tune their lovers chords
in hopes to pluck the heart strings of their mates.

They too soon fade as my conductor takes his place
upon the stage and brings a quiet hush upon my mind.
Eyes closed I wait for this symphony to fill the halls of my soul,
and play a lovely melody that helps me pass
the quiet meter of this time.

Tonight a Renaissance will play and take me back unto a time
where I could freely lay in melodious thought
among the suns warm rays.
Basking in the music of a youth which remembered now
brings a tearful smile to my face, a hazy lie I spin.
One to make me fond of the offerings of my yesteryear.

That youth, the one which sliped so quickly by,
but whose colored foundation still supports the fading dreams
to this dull and wakeful life.  It keeps me moving forward..  
Moving to a greatness I knew I could not achieve,
but never quite believed the lie enough to stop my youthful stride.

Soft white clouds on a winters day
reflecting the shadows on a sea of gray,
making pictures in the sky
passing by a child's eyes.

Tiny tadpoles in the river
dancing a waltz to the trickling water.
To a tune so soft and mellow
darting around in the clear blue shallows.

Acrobats up in the sky
singing sweet songs as the day goes by,
keeping the day alive with chatter
no mind be paid to the child's clatter.

Yes, this is the stuff that we all miss
that we catch here and there in a fleeting glimpse.
In a laugh, a cry, a hopeful sigh.
A child's dream, the day goes by.

Calm blue waters
dimly lit sky
a peaceful journey
in the pale moonlight.
Crickets chirp
to ease the soul
to weight the lids
of the young and old.
The world sleeps
and here I walk
thinking of verses
acting out thoughts.
Watching the stars
mark eons in time
for the minutes are marked
be mere men like I.
But minutes make hours
and the hours make days
giving each man
the stars mortal ray,
and hopefully others
with thoughts such as mine
will walk the same road
and remember my shine.

It is comfortable in this colored glass
among the barley, malt and meed.
To sit here in the place my father made for me.

Though warm bed beckons me to fall,
down comforter and pillow, wife's embrace....
I sit here...Still...
until late with weary eyes
I curse my retched luck that such a man like I
should feel so loved.
This faulted man my father made.

Drink!!!

and drink I will
Until I'm fit to let myself back in,
a clumsy thief in my own house,
making way with measured step
until I'm standing at the foot of my own future.

Is it his father that he sees?
or just the man that made him.

Walking past a clear calm lake
my lover by my side.
She pauses me with tender yank
points my gaze down with surprise.
She looks at her young slender man,
blond hair and pale blue eyes.
she sees that little smile he makes,
whenever she walks by.

She pulls herself up close to me,
puts tender kiss upon my cheek.
"You know you've always been,
and will be good enough for me."
It made me stumble onto what,
I was always searching for.
Knowing I've found everything,
but now it means much more.

Down into that mirror I looked,
at the man I'd grown to be.
For in those words we found relief,
and I glowed in her esteem.
Days and nights will pass us by,
but our love will always be.
For she had finally found a way,
to put my mind at ease.

Where the hell did you go to
with your fancy two dollar words?
What happened to the flaunt-er,
the flirtatious ******* fornicator?
You tempted me with daunting thoughts.
You teased me with your pornographic pics.
Posted HTML induced *******,
leaving my C.P burning for U!

Where the hell did you go to?
you said you were protected.
What happened to your anti-viral software?
I thought it covered all your hardware.
Don't just ignore me, or flood me out...
you have a senseless, sick sense of humor.

You kicked me from your room,
out in the cold of cyberspace.
New address, different text,
but now I've found you!
Hiding behind a new facade.
Yes now I've tracked you down,
don't you know me, can't you see?
It's you that's done this to me.

Barefoot, bowlegged,
and pregnant with you cyber-child!