Another late-in-the-day
Same way
Such a shame
No sweat
Going sane
Don't fret
Never tame
Heat of the moment
Something potent
Brings me back
Nostalgic flack
Heavy with a boost of fullness
Coolness
Cutting to the bone
'Til the sun hath shone
A freighter of light
Crashing down to land
Superman, Superman!
The end is near
The end is here
The time to drive is over
The bunkers and the shelters all hung over
Heat brimming with its closeness
Waves of air swimming with its force
Light to blind
The fickle mind
That caved straight in the moment it was given time

A scrap of cloth
A brush of wind
The darkness falls
And we begin
If we be but the pieces of the great machine of God or something greater
Then we will not allow it to hold us. If Dr. Graise or Fate or
Something we don't care about should tell us no
Then who are they to tell us so?
For this we build our own machine
To leave behind the worthless things
And look to the world that they will be sure to destroy someday.
Here we are now, alone, and we'll begin again. OK?
The lights flash on like champagne corks
And circuits hum like tuning forks
And all that's true is there to see!
The Universe in front of me!
Right in front of me...
In front of me.

And here we are again. There's us.
They seem to make an awful fuss,
Building that machine of theirs.
What use is it? Who knows? Who cares?
What fools they are, we were, we see
To wish for immortality
When we did not want to live forever.
With all they'll know, they'll never
Feel as happy as they do right then. But...
Then is now, it happens. What
Could we do to stop us here?
Go back a day, a week, a year?
**** the then and more will come.
'Tis best the whole were all undone.
To stop the pointless waste of life
For causing reason into strife--
And better yet, go all the way
And stop the first new light of day.
It cannot end without a start.
'Tis true, I feel. With all my heart.

I am here, and I wonder
My mind begins to wander
I am somewhere else, with you
Forgotting the things I went through

Your words, they always touch me
Thoughts of you set me free
If only I could envision your face
To have your beauty I could trace

Take me away from all this sadness
Rid me of my inner most stress
I feel emotions that are ready to strike
Here I am, I wonder what do you look like

Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
I feel
I am putting a hurried love letter
In a red mailbox.

I’m, I don’t know-
lonely I guess. Stretched out  
warming myself in a pool of sunlight-
would just like to be held.
Not longing for
new love
or a one true love-
they’re all true enough
at the time.
No, not love.
Not now.

it would be lovely to let go,
unfold this scrap of paper
in my backpocket and watch
the red penciled heart
grow wings and take flight
up over these empty acres
blanketed in snow,
through this city with it's
blur of white and yellow lights
burning without break.

in my hand is the lovenote
you left me with, without knowing,
the words you wrote about stars
and the sky and growing old,
the note about life and a love
not as transient as the one
you carry in your heart for me.
in my hand are these words and as
I unfold them I can feel your heart
lifting
up away
from our city and me.

hold me to your ear and you will hear my heart beat echo,
breaking in waves. pull your fingers apart and the ocean
will spill through the cracks, salt water stinging your
cuts and filling your lungs until you're so far under your
toes can't touch the bottom. search for the light on the
surface, but you won't reach it. stars can't shine that deep.

on land you carry my heart cupped in your hands, but you're
afraid to touch it. you can see your reflection in the water
and there is fear in your eyes and running through your veins.

home is dirt, not sand, spring air without salt. home is sunlight
filtered through oak leaves, not raw against your skin. home is
mist in the morning, light on your cheeks, water in the air.
my heart travels while home stays put.

my heart belongs somewhere else but for now it is in your palm;
for that I am not sorry. i'm a long time traveler but even
travelers need to rest at night, and dear, it's night outside.
or can't you see the stars shining?

Friends in the realm of Poetry
Are usually few and far between
but this one sparks My interest
'cause her work is not routine..
she tells of Love forgotten
And some times begotten
on some cloud or stream or ocean of her Dreams.

I once had a soul but somehow I lost it Once had a life I sold for change in my pocket But even that's gone I had to buy gum Even I found a way to give all I had for baby's breath