Pull up a chair
and rest a spell.
In your glance
I can see a tell.
Your heart is not here
when he's in town.
Your home fire
is burning down.

Come sit,
let's talk awhile.
I won't ask you
for a smile.
Here, now,
just take my hand.
Let us watch the sun
sink into the sand.

It is getting cold,
but the night is young.
There's still a fire in me
that has not been sung.
We can watch the moon
creep o'er the hill.
I'll sing for you
and warm the chill.

Pull up a chair,
let us talk awhile.
The night is young,
I can make you smile.
Take my hand
and make me feel.
There is a hearth here
that's burning still

r ~ 6/25/14

Caroline loves the ocean.  
Her soul sails on a Carolina breeze.
But her music's in the mountains,
and her heart's back home
where it needs to be.

I'm stuck here
in a Carolina wind,
wading in the ocean
with my heart in Tennessee,
and my mind on Caroline.

Carolina's got everything
a man could want.
Everything he needs.
It's got the mountains and the ocean.
It has a Carolina breeze.

He has everything but Caroline;
everything but Tennessee.

r ~ 6/22/14

He sat alone looked blank and stared
Unaware that someone cared

I watched him look at people go by
Then a teardrop fell from his eye

I wondered then
What I should do
I was also a stranger he never knew

Didn't want to infringe upon his space
But he looked up and stared me in the face

I smiled at him
Kindness in my eyes
He then smiled back
To my surprise


I asked if he'd like to join me then
No longer a stranger
He's now my freind

An opportunity by chance
Arose just by a tender glance

Clothes woven with lies,
chains long binding my eyes,
have worn in my spirit a covetous hole.

Rooted fast in my fear,
like a mad puppeteer
it pulses a drumbeat which smothers my soul.

Still I struggle and fight
lest its carnal delight
erode all my reason and leave me a beast.

For my dearest of friends
are its means to an end,
reducing their forms to a soft, supple feast.

Devoid of a cure,
I am forced to endure
this incubus body I dread to call mine.

Thus I tamp down my grief,
God forgive my relief,
as I let my blood thicken with honey and wine.

I've always had trouble walking away,
Not willing to move on from what was clearly a disaster,
Instead settling for holding onto the wreckage.
In hope that maybe I could somehow,
Fix it,
Change it,
Make it work,
Get him to stay.
But as hard as I wish and hope, it doesn't change.
Because you can't fix someone who wants to stay broken,
You can't change someone who is stuck in their ways,
You can't make things work on your own,
And you can't force someone to stay when they clearly want to leave.

I sit here,
Staring at your name,
And I don't know how we went from Lunch to the coldwar
in a heartbeat.
And I keep wondering was it that kiss goodbye?
A kiss that said to me, in soft sultry tones,
'hey see you tomorrow'
And to you? To let go?
A move to fast? for those who like to move slow

No matter how many times I look back to try and see,
Inside your mind, Through your actions,
Read you reactions,To the things that I said
To the way you held me in bed,
Nothing,
Nothing explains this,
Only that misplaced kiss

Your artic stares and cold shoulders,
Do not render my resolve to resist,
But they hold my heart in a glacial grip,
And it hurts, That something so wonderful,
is over.
That memories made from our early morning escapades,
Will always remind me of us,
Hand in Hand,
and unafraid,
of touches, embraces, and kisses goodbye
somehow in that final night our fire died

That misplaced kiss goodbye.

Sleep serves nothing but to haunt the mind
The black of your soul seeps out
And smothers all the light
Every fear swirls darkly
Every hope drowns in thickly tar
Breathing morbidity
As I lie here
Tiredness chokes me
As I succumb
I bite down ******* reality
Desperately afraid
The darkness of my soul
Won't let me go.