It was like my heart stopped beating...The house is tremendously quiet, after you moved out.
Baby I was wrong, so wrong, I have tried and tried to make it work.
The anger and the fear so strong.  It kept driving me to kick you out.
Your words were so relentlessly painful and stabbing, your lies and broken promises blinding me.
Baby I was wrong, so wrong, should have tried to make it work out.
But you said you were not using, but I knew your secret.  So hidden from me, your highs were filled with crazy ideas and your lows were crashingly unbearable.
I didn't want to be your caretaker, but your lover and friend, and now we are a distant memory that echoes in my head.
I loved you so very much, the future was so bright, but your lies and broken promises robbed us of what could be.
We had our moment in time..

I woke up with you in my head.
I could smell your musky scent.
Feel you pressed up against me, our legs entwined together.
Your face so close to mine, lips softly kissing.
Oh how I hunger for you all the time...

Your two eyes of blue
with moons of black,
transform into demons
for all who attempt to slither inside.

Each pretty woman
who takes the chance:
beware as you will transform
into a restless demon,
and bring upon your own demise.

Within these glass covered mirrors
the world inverts;
the lovely admirer's attentions
are only abated,
as the demon comes out to ******
darts and hurt.

Unashamed of his actions,
only to pretend sorrow.
This vile creature awaits silently to attack.

Is it trickery or twist of mind,
why the pretense and courtesies offered,
if in the end the outcome is to waiver then attack.

So I sit and stare into those wonderfully crafted holes.
Where kindness abounds,
and suddenly find peace and happiness there,
unaware of when the demon shall unfold.

Why the Alberta clipper again my Lord?
Have we not had enough to afford.

Oh this wetness, this coldness, will it not end.
The robins are in hiding and the daffodils suspend.

This precipitation subterfuge of snow, ice, and rain , occurs time and time again.

My love for summer and glorious sunshine shall give me hope.  
For it is your will and I will have to cope.

Some say I am a good listener.
Some say I am too quiet and reserved.
Some say I am judgemental,
but I say that's absurd.

I do like to listen
For the shear fact of listening
shows people I care.

But the truth of the matter is:
I like to listen to the song birds as morning sun rises,
I like to listen to my sons contagious laughter,
I like to listen to my cuddly cats purr,
I like to listen to my favorite songs,
I like to listen to the gentle breeze of summer.
I like to listen to the waves hitting the shoreline,
I like to listen to the loud pipes of my motorcycle.

I do not like to listen to meaningless chatter
I do not like to listen to gossip
I do not like to listen to negativity
It gives me a head ache and throws me into despair.

She took a chance
   for some romance.
A scary task it would be.

The ups and downs did quite abound,
  but the final outcome she did see.

Was it luck or fate that did transpire,
  a hand to guide or intuition to interfere,

She found her match, due to her perseverance,
  and now she has her catch.

The lonely nights, they still occur,
  with less frequency.
Life as a single girl, is just a hazy blurr.

once I knew the lust the pain
  to not hold you again,
you spin my mind into what might be
  then stand aside and pretend it was not for me.
is it someone else who occupies your mind.
  The lustful moments we shared, are they now not for me.
The games of want, then wait and see are so hard to take.
  I am blinded by your messages of love, then at the end of the day
you say you have no time for me.
  What is to come, I cannot foresee, are you tired of me?

The long passionate kisses we share, then unbeknownst to me, you turn a loving moment into an argument with no care.
How am I to fare, through this crazy mirage.
  Am I so weak, that I cannot see that I am no longer your muse.
You have found someone else, and I am hanging on to nothing but a dream.  A dream of a wonderful life, of passionate love making and utter acceptance of you and me.
  What is to come, I cannot foresee, are you tired of me, or am I so lame, so ashamed to keep hanging on to what might be...

a fleeting glance
  a timeless shift
do I really know?
was it a change in the wind
  or something I have blocked in my mind,
a spreading of sexuality unknown?
The moist pressure of my petals seem to be unravelling.
  at the thoughts of a heart that needs travelling.
I am slowly opening the vast depths of my passion
  I am seeking the longing of my womanhood, an openness
towards the androgynous kind.
Who is to say what is right or wrong, aren't those lyrics from some crazy song?
In days of old, the mind was closed, but now in present times, open to rhymes.
Through internet channels we can explore, the sexuality we ignore.

I write poetry,
some say it is bunk,
It lifts my spirit,
some say that it's junk.

Writing poetry clears my soul and sparks a journey,
A foray into the deep depths of thoughts and sometimes worry.

I hope that those who understand,
will take a moment with pen in hand,
To be creative and play with words.
An afternoon spent in thought and contemplation,
can be the best way to dissolve stagnation.

A poem can be heard by others who do not seek to criticize,
who wish to relate and sometimes wish to conceptualize.

How can passerby's stake claim
to something they do not understand.
It is me and I who shall say *******,
taste, touch, and smell, if you don't like it then go to hell.

Afternoon octaves from a Raspberry arbor ,
streaming with Honeybee delight , fledgeling
Cardinals hopping from branch to branch ,
Rubies pause then pose , streak away in zig-zag
flight
Bluejays crack acorns on cobblestone drives ,
Red wasp , Swallowtails and Cuckoo bees dance
in warm light , Cinnamon coated fawns dance
the forever fields of soybeans , Sugar Magnolias
stand tall in Purple clover dreams