responding to your email is like
telling you that i love you.
it is hard and i can never
get the words just right
i am sitting here looking at
your brief little note
your brief little message
your brief little touch and
warm caress of the soul
reading your email is like
hearing you say that you love me.
so i look away. i close my browser.
i try to think of something else.

responding to your email is like
telling you that i need you.
it is wrong and i can't seem
to get you out of my mind.
i am sitting here staring at
my unopened browser
my unopened heart
my unopened touch and
warm caress of your soul
speaking my mind is like
condemning a guilty man to death.
so deserved. so true.
i try to think of something else.

responding to your email is like
telling you that i want you.
my mind, my soul, my heart
burns with insatiable longing.
i am sitting here dreaming of
the last time that i saw you
the last time that i heard you
the last time that i felt your
warm caress of my soul.
admitting the truth is like
a dull-edged knife cutting to my core.
i am so wrong. i am so silent.
i try to think of something else.

i have been the man that's lived divided
that has put you high upon a dusty shelf
i am now that selfsame man fully chided
that has noone to blame but himself
now that i have seen the errors of my way
i am failing to think of ways to amend.
now that in my lonely bed i often lay
i am failing to think of ways to defend.
i love with all my heart and all my soul
and regret that i have waited so long to see
making you happy is now my only goal
and proving to you my eternal loyalty

so as i feel as though you i don't deserve
you love me freely, fully, and without reserve.

tonight i set myself on the path of truth
to be the man that you've always needed
let us go back to the days of our youth
as i treat you as you are meant to be treated
tonight i set myself on the path of love
to be the man that you've always wanted
driven by a spirit and power from above
to exorcise mental ghosts that have haunted
tonight i set myself on the path of devotion
to you and only you, i recommit my heart
let us hold each other and move in slow motion
in a never-ending quest for a fresh start

and as i put myself on this path where i belong
i see that you have been waiting here all along

Rhymes sweetly, but can me a
***** my finger won't I still bleed.
Times toughen, and kick me in my
As trees grow, life will reseed.

Walks manly, and scratches my
Ball's in your court, bounce my way.
Talks fanning flames, I don't give a
Dam for beavers, I shall not stray.

Words come faster, so call me a
******* looking for his father
Figure me out in your secret mind
****, get out, look for another.

behind the boathouse in august,
he moves to her side.
she pulls away from the boy
with the violet eyes.

in his eyes, tinged in red,
like the sun that inflames above,
burning the land and sea,
scorching the grass and her skin.

then too, an intense blue
so wide and empty,
it rivals the deepest sky
that seeks to swallow the sun

within these colors,
a rush of purple springs forth.
as it surges, he leans forward,
to take the girl with his violet eyes.

is love an energy or a mental concept like time or space?*

she said, "my love is as boundless as the stars."
i said, "my love is not bounded by the speed of light."

she said, "my love is as deep as the ocean."
i said, "my love does not depend on points A or B."

she said, "my love is more powerful than the sun and shines much brighter."
i said, "my love is not subject to enthalpy or entropy."

she said, "i love you."
i said, "i love you more."

The wall must come down.
I am going to town to free James Brown,
But I will be back and that's a fact.

Mark did you fight at Jericho?
I was there. I was the wall
I swear. With the fingers
For you to look through.
What did you do? Did you spy?
With yon eye? What did you see?
Did she hold me tight?
All through the night?

My mind was elsewhere,
My mind was broken. Am I the token?
And you Mr. Boyd, tell Mr. Floyd
And those **** kids
To leave me alone. Throw me a bone.
The wall must come down.

i walked swiftly as the rain fell,
and softly i heard my name.
i turned to see you standing there.
but I left you just the same.

you claim to love the falling rain
cleansing your beaten spirit.
the pain in your tears call to me
yet i can not go near it.

the darkness muffles hurried steps
i can bear my sin no more.
the rain chases a regretful man.
for a tender heart is torn.

i hear the screams build in your eyes.
i run with all my might.
because when you open your mouth,
thunder comes the night.
thunder comes the night.
thunder comes the night.

forgive me.
as you walked by,
i took a quick
peek at your ***.
when you noticed
out of the corner
of your eye.
you turned as if
to say something.
when you did, i
couldn't help but stare
at you *******.
so nice and round.
you could see the
desire in my eyes.
you smiled.
you liked the attention.
i will see you tomorrow.
same time, same place.
a different tight skirt.
a different revealing shirt.
the same need for attention.
the same urge to give it.

they were not in my emails,
my chats, or the women
that i called friends.

they were in the secrets
you kept hidden and ex's
you rubbed in my face.

son,
there are monsters in the world
that will seek you and strive to
get you when you least suspect.

but,
more fearsome are the demons
of your own creation, because
not only can they get you,
they know exactly where you are.