In pages of prose I have removed all, and stand before you, naked and exposed

Nothing hidden, so study me well, but know I am vulnerable now

Pay special attention to the scars on my heart

If you look very close, you will see, a void where your love should be

Mutual embrace severed
Out of politeness, leg
Removed from leg we pulled
Apart desiring separation
In the afterglow.


An affair just begun
Is like a morning
After a night of rain, the
Sun sliding through gaps in the
Ceremonious cloud,
Serene, reassuring and secretive.


It was not yet love,
Just *******.
A curious investigation
Of a stranger, hardly known,
Of unspecified views, who
Has not yet freely spoken.


The routine had long ago been fixed,
Inconsequential phrases over coffee,
Denying breakfast, smiles
Without intent. Holding hands
At the door, a kiss,
And then the regretful goodbye.
A voice remembered as a sigh
A movement as pleasure,
No other memory but the callow scent
Of brief uncertain intimacy.

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The above 20 lines are in invisible ink
It took me all day, tell me, what do you think?

If I had known it was the LAST time I would climb on your mountains

If I had known it was the LAST time I would lay in your dew misted valley

If I had known it was the LAST time I would feel your warmth seducing my skin

If I had known it was the LAST time I would taste your sweet waters

If I had known it was the LAST time I would breathe your spring flowers

If I had known it was the LAST time...

I would have traced each step until the path became clear

I would have laid in your valley until the morning was near

I would have soaked in your sunshine and never be cold

I would have  bottled your waters to drink when I'm old

I would have breathed you all in and then hold my breath

And the memory of you I'ld  take to my death

The train of despair is rolling now
It's building up steam
Faster and faster the tunnel approaches

Just a passenger, not the engineer
Powerless to stop my descent

The darkness now envelops all I once saw
There's a cold dank odor in the air

If this be my end, and my end this might be
Throw coal on the fire and build up more steam

Take me fast to the wall, don't linger, don't wait
It's the trip that I dread, not the crash at the end

How do I teach if I've never been taught?

How do I love if I've never been loved?

How do I give if I've never received?

Teach, love, give

Change the World!

There is a memory to make so let's not waste this time
as it will never come again

Take my hand and let me feel your complexity
Slip into my arms like the most comfortable
blanket on a brisk winters night

I ask not for a kiss for its fleeting for sure
but let me truly know you and feel your heart

That is forever!

I'm your vault, I'm your net,  I'm the safety you seek

I am here now
I'm present, I'm listening, I'm yours!