Heading in and heading out

Passing of the souls

Do they stop to talk about

All it is they know

The mystery of the ages

The concept that is time

For the heartbeat that's lost its rhythm

For the newly brought to life

I am a poet with a pen
In charge of writing the world I am in
Constantly on the poetic move
In search of words to rhyme for you

I am a poet who seeks the truth
Pours it out for all to use
Giving to those who have a need
Opening verse and setting it free

My only hope is that one day
My part in life will bring about change
To the farthest corners of this great land
In every heart of every woman and man

I am a poet with a heart
Leaving it open for my form of art
Sensitive to life, love, and loss
Holding hands with the paths that I cross

I am a poet who takes the word
Sets it straight on its life course
I feel I am here to fill a need
I am a poet for all to read

I think about you

I think about you a lot
About all that you have got
And all that I am not

I think about you

I think about the freckles on your face
About how delicious they must taste
And would it be okay to partake

I think about you

I think about your blue eyes
And how I secretly wish that they would cry
When it's not me that's by your side

I think about you

I think about you constantly
I think about you without me
And how lonely you must be

I think about you

If you want to know the truth
All I ever seem to do
Is think about you

i wrote out this poem
on a blue piece of paper
but the pen i wrote it in was red
shows both my moods
one of sadness, one of anger
on this blue piece of paper
where this red pen bled

If all you are doing is searching for treasure
In the journey of your life
You will never know of the pleasure
Till you first know of the strife

For what good is knowing pleasure
If you do not first know the pain
To use as the cup of measure
Showing  how much you have gained

So take it all with a grain of salt
That is when you will find
A gratitude that you've gone through
The pain that brought the pleasure to life

He paints life with laughter
There's a uniqueness to his style
His medium the world at large
His main subject, the smile

He sets his easel up
On the corner of Main and America
Paints the scenery in bold pastels
With laughter as his brush

He's been offered fortunes
But he gives his paintings away for free
Because he sees the world for what it is
And the laughter that it needs

I won't be here in the morning
Were the last words that she said
Before she closed the door between us
We slept that night in separate beds

Goodbye happily ever after
Are the words that echo in my head
Ever after is such a long time
To have to live with such regret

I won't be here to give you comfort
Are the words she should have said
When your life falls apart without me
And you find that you have nothing left

Nothing left worth holding onto
After all it was we had
I won't be here in the morning
Were the last words that she said

Your fluid smile
I do believe
I have found out
Like mercury

With silver tongue
Shinning teeth
All along
Poison to me

Filtered through my heart
Hot running veins
Your smile to me
Like mercury

ingenuity
i sit here and watch you bleed
why can't they set you free
do they not see the need

ingenuity
did they not believe
the warning you tried to heed
that you would up and leave

ingenuity
are we too blind in our beliefs
to take you too seriously
that what you have and what you give
can only be
ingenuity

This could be a true story
Before I'm through you'll feel that way
I sit on a bench beneath the shade
In the park eating lunch most everyday

It's been going on two weeks now
That I've watched that girl walk by
Normally a plain girl like her
Would never have caught my eye

But there was something about her
That for days I could not grasp
The look of anticipation that she had
Didn't match the hesitation in her step

You see there's this P.O. Box in the park
On the far upper east side
After visiting she would leave each day
With disappointment as her guide

Without really knowing her
I can't be sure of what it is she's looking for
Perhaps a letter from a lover
Or a husband off to war

But this day it was different
As she reached her hand inside
Pulling out that for which she had waited
What now seems like all her life

With a look of total elation
She jumped up and down awhile
The  joy  beyond contagious
I could not help but break into a smile

No longer in her step, the hesitation
She tore at the envelope with anticipation
On the bench next to me she sat
At the turn of her life's transformation

The first tear it dropped and found its mark
Upon the pages as she read
A world oblivious to the pain inside
As the birds chirped overhead

Disappointment came back to guide her
So much had changed since it last held her hand
This time life it held no purpose
As she strolled away, the living dead

She left behind the tear stained note
Dare I even try
To gaze into the only clue
Of this now tragic life

As I reached out for the letter
A breeze blew in from the South
And took with it that longing clue
To what this tragedy was all about

Nowadays I sit here on this lonely bench
I never saw that girl again
But my mind often goes back and wonders
About the letter and what it held within

I am...
Faithful as morning
That comes with each new day

I am...
Constant as Spring showers
In the month of May

I am...
Here going nowhere
Forever by your side

I am...
The stars in the heavens
That shine on you at night

I am...
What you see when your looking
To make sense of it all

I am...
The direction that you turn to
When you hear loves call

I am...
The moment that you realize
The moment you need me

I am...
The pulse that love feeds on
Regulating your heartbeat

I am what I am
And that is nothing more
Than what I need to be
And that my love is yours

She has a dreamcatcher
That hangs from her mirror
Tied to a gold string

To make her way clear
From here to there
Swinging in the breeze

With no need to race
She keeps steady pace
As far as her dreams go

With the windows down
Dreams fly in and out
Along her open road

Woke up this morning
Standing on my feet
To the waving of my hands
With nobody in between

If I had half a mind
I'd wonder how this came to be
As it was I dose
Soundly in my sleep

Someone put some music on
With a funky beat
So my hands can clap along
To the tapping of my feet

There seems to not be a lot
That my hands and feet can do
With nobody in between
To be their holding glue

Are you a have
Or a have not
Do you always want more
Of what you haven't got

Are you one of the do's
Or one of the dont's
And if you ever did
What would be the amount

Are you a will
Or are you a won't
If you ever could
Would you give it your all

Are you a why
Or a why not
Which ever you are
Was it borrowed our bought

Are you a give
Or are you a take
And if you had too much
Could you give it away

...who you are.

~Moments turn to memories in the blink of an eye~

~The hand your dealt doesn't have to be the cards you play~

~Life can be simple but never easy~

~The past is just moments away~

~Catch your dreams before the wind does~

~You will never grasp the future if you don't let go of the past~

Watch as this garden of time it grows
See the garden of time unfold
Planting the seeds of don't remember
Tilling the needs of those who live here
Into the garden of time we're sown

Bringing the garden of time to life
In the weeding of its mental strife
Which at times can choke the living
Out of all its meaning
As it grows, this garden of time

Every day feels like Christmas
For the gifts that God doest bring
Immanuel here with us
Glory to the risen King

Enjoying daily His presence
The gift we all can share
In perfect harmony His essence
A sweet fragrance in the air

Wrapped up in forgiveness
Done up in a bow of grace
That is why it feels like Christmas
Every single day

This poem has no title
To mark out it's course
Comes naked, unbridled
In both rhyme and verse
A climatic endeavor
Will place it on high
To make it wherever
Its footing it finds

This poem with no title
Does not mix its words
No reason to rival
Where clearly it blurs
This poem in the making
To fill in each line
This poem with no title
Does just what it might