Stomp!
           Stomp!
                      Stomp!
On my rose colored glasses,
  Feeling the delightful crunch
    Between my shoe and the concrete
      As I twist my foot back and forth.

             I'm done with that style.
               I want to see the ugly.

(photo session baby picture)
Serious                                                 ­                                                          
somber
no smile

Come on, child
I don't have all day
What's wrong with you

Oh go ahead
take one anyway
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(early school years)
Serious face
somber
no smile

speak up, Child
no tales to tell?
of schoolyard adventures
games to be won?
you're so quiet...
what's wrong with you
cat got your tongue?

sad little face
tears running down
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(high school)
Serious face
somber
no smile

rattling papers
quivering lips
how long did this speech have to be?
knees won't stop trembling
how long can one take this misery?
can't see for tears forming

hot burning face
crippling disgrace
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(meeting)
quiet
tentative: "I have an idea
I'd like to present..."

loud
dismissive
oh let's move on
that won't work

("why did I bother to come?
I feel like a ****")

burning eyes
lip silently bit
don't let the tears slip

I held your hand,
As we flew away,
Down to the earth,
But never to stay.

Cause we're way up high,
Lost in the stars,
No faults in our eyes,
No pain from our scars.

We'll fly away,
With wings of our past,
We'll continue to soar,
As long as we have,

Our eyes to seek out,
What our mouths can't explain,
Nothing to find out,
Only words to explain.

My worn out fingers,
Wrapped around yours,
Your light still shining,
Your heart still implored.

Your smile leaves me breathless,
Like I'm stuck underwater,
My lungs gasp for air,
But only let out laughter.

We held the night,
In the palm of our hands,
Your eyes the stars,
My heart the land.

I feel my bones soften
when I kiss you
then I am this supine
and mysterious thing
a black cat caught hot in
the moon-lit heat

The stars don’t speak to me more.

On dark nights,
their silence shrinks,
as they come near.

Black hole steal the whisper,
splintered light escapes
and blinks.

A note floats for long
awaiting the other.... and dies.

Silence spreads in ripples, and skies mourn
Stars don’t speak to me no more.

I dream of clouds
that never rain.
I dream of orange-colored umbrellas
that shade us from both the sun
and the downpours.
I dream of sweet, sandy shores.

I saw something in your countenance
that almost haunts me.
We all let ourselves dream
as much as we want.
I want to stop dreaming
and have the real thing.