Maybe I have to learn
From the falling leaf
And its fading color
As it laughs along
The blowing wind
Despite the fact that
It soon will dies
Just so the tree
Is able to grow
Even greener

you                 don't            know


my                    love!


it              doesn't    whisp­er,



or speaks quietly    in        traffic        


where   it               might            not              be         heard.


my         ­      love
                                  
                         ­             SCREAMS
                                            ­         LOUDLY even in the hush of the evening!



you            say               
                   ­you                 know me,
        
    
but                   you,              
                          you don't know me.


PASSION!


it's in my work
                                  it's in my love
                                                            ­       sometimes they are the same.


PASSION!
                            for whom I love
                                                            ­              it's in my kiss
                                                            ­                                            

let me
                                                  introduce     ­ you to bliss.


PASSION!  
                            if I am your friend
                                                          ­          you know it...YOU KNOW IT!


you will see it in my eyes
    
                                      a highway deep
                                                            ­                        

                                       ­                        
an EXplosiON inTENse!


PASSION!

if I love you,

             you know it,

                             I'll be your full moon every night!


you think you know me

                then call me by my name...


PASSION!
                          
                      when I write , it requires surgery


I have to split open the rib cage.
  

                           Break every bone.


It is the only way to get to the heart,



                                              then you have to remove it


expose it,
                          
                                   it s~q~u~i~r~m~s as it is pumping.


It leaves a mess
                                    

                       blood is spilled everywhere.


The bones heal
                           but
                                       you hear the sound of metal
                                                           ­                           on metal


the gate shuts behind you.
                                                      
    
­                                         There is a horrendous sound
                                    

it echoes in your skull,

                                     in your mind.

  
                                    There are sleepless nights.


There is a cost
    

                      a heavy cost.


PASSION!
                          
                   If you want to speak to me,


after your punctuation is in place,


                            once your meter is formed perfectly,


                                                   I mean I don't mind.

            BUT!

                  I want to see your heart,                        your love,


                                                       I want to see


PASSION!


You say you know me, then address me by my name...

It was a tragedy like no other.
It was a memory that could not have been erased.
It was the choice that begged.
It was a risk I needed to take.

It was another world.
It was the one last option.
It was faith.
It was destiny.
It was life.

It was style.
It was glamour.
It was serene.
It was peace.

It was a song that sang
It was a voice that spoke
It was a mind that dreamed
It was a soul that hoped

It was a feeling like no other
It was a figure that would not disappear
It was a thought of me
It was a dream of you

It was the voice that once spoke
It was those whispers in my ears
It was the name I called
It was the thing that answered

**It was you

Hovering,
grey slow mist,
I hover slowly remembering each word
that was plucked from your mouth the night the
clouds came.

These words,
stolen from my heart.
Mind, makes decisions
followed by regret.
I watch you walk away,
as I’ve done so many times before.

My thoughts linger
watching you become nothing
but a memory made by
silver linings, and golden dreams.
I fear that even if I speak you won’t hear me,
tangled in poison ivy thorns,
I’ve lost you again.

Wounds open, again.
I take a moment
to reject this pain.
Fading as I drift away.
Breathe deep, a weight is lifted.
It hurts though, I’m half
of the whole that we were.

Here I am,
Caught between the shutter of
Memory, I hear a blue jay
Flapping its cobalt wings.
Clicking at me like your warnings
Of how you'd leave if I
Didn't love you the right way.
If I would only begin to want you
Out of the memories,
Out of right now, and into
The future.

The signs were there,
foreshadowed by cold,
distant mornings, crippled
by your escaped gaze.
Chilling my spine, your thoughts,
and desires left me,
in a state of hallowed truth.
Your beauty held back by
selfishness, my jealousy
poisoning your innocent
smile.