No matter how much I deny,
I am still madly in love
With the one who tore me up,
Yet fixed me at the same time.

Tonight I am breaking promises again.
The ones I made to my heart.
That I would not write
poetry to you ever again.
To lock the doors to my heart.
Throwing away the keys
Into the deepest ocean.
To exercise the ghost you left
haunting the ruins of my soul.
As if I was still your home.
As if I was ever enough
to keep you here.
I promised I would let you go.
Surviving and breathing
even with the dagger
you left in my heart.
I promised I did not need thoughts
of you to write my poetry.
But here I am again.
Writing to you more poems.
Because you are at the base
of every one of my thoughts.
And without you
there is no poetry left in me.
So because....because of that.
This is better....this is better....this is better.
Than nothing at all

I was pouring my heart out and all you could say was "Ok."

When shes standing there
Upset with you cause
You left her,
When she needed you most
You left her,

Would you stand and fight?

When shes crying in front of her
Broken because
You left her,
When she wanted you so badly
You left her,

Would you tell her to get over it?

When shes trembling before you
Torn inside because
You left her,
When she swore she missed you more
You left her,

*Would you get up and leave?

I'll show you we had a spark
Even if I have to burn us down

A Story From Nam

We were seventeen or eighteen in Nam
we became friends forever.
No more than friends.
Soldiers get closer than wives.
We went to sleep saying
I love you man.
We switched letters
For our girlfriends.
In case… well just in case.

The bullets rained
in the clearing that night.
I can still see the tracer lights.
Guys fell down all around me.
Crying everywhere.
Air power cleared them away.

I looked for Joe he was lay there.
I held him close
like a baby as he left us.
His last words
I love you man.
I whispered to him
Not as much
as I love you Man
.
I did not notice I had been hit.
After six months I returned home.
In West Virginia his beautiful girl
Opened the door of a small trailer.
She had a baby boy in her arms.
Her blue eyes welled with tears.
I passed the unopened letter to her.
I lied and said the blood
on it was mine.

She passed the baby
to me to hold
As she read the letter.
I kissed his tiny forehead.
And said see buddy
You’re not dead at all
I love you Man.

Hearts are fickle
Minds are unstable
Words becomes lies
There's no truth in their eyes

Words unspoken
Hearts got broken
A kaleidoscope of joy, sorrow and pain
A life not wasted in vain.