I want my hands full with yours  in them
I'll fill your heart up with enough beats to keep your body going
I'll yell to keep everyone knowing
This right here is your shoulda coulda woulda been

May death come swiftly
On wings made of dreams
One visit is all I need

To be rid of this vessel
That holds me here
On this decision I'm still unclear

One minute you pray for sleep with no waking
Then see your young child and wonder what was I thinking

A wife tries to comfort what she does not understand
I guess in the end it's all in ones hands

Not mine ,not yours nor anyone else
But only the one who created us all will tell

When our time on this world is finally through
Will the weight be lifted once and for all
Or will we continue to stumble and fall

My heart on my sleeve
It pumps and it bleeds

More than you'd think
Too often it seems

Too trusting ,too naive
I just want to believe

That there's somebody out there
Waiting just for me

Who knows,eventually
We'll meet

I like the way the sky smells in the summer
And your hand in my hair
I like coffee and cigarettes
And how the ashtray fills with our secrets
I like it rough
And every end of a good book
I like the greener side of happiness
And the way it was
I like a mystic sense of humor
And magic

Where the river meanders for the sky’s embrace
Her lovelorn bank pines in the banyan’s shade
Blue ripples sing to soothe her travel’s stress
Lay me when all poems are dead in my head.

Write me an epitaph here rests the river poet
Who loved the cotton clouds mirrored on her breast
As her tides rose high laden with desire’s weight
He broke away from chains to madly sail her crest.

Where shines the moon makes the lover’s pathway
Flows quiet the river in her waves shadows sway
Night heron’s feet kiss her soft feathered bed
Lay me in silence when all poems are dead.

Lay me soft down make for me a space
On her alluvial soil in her riverine grace
In her diurnal shine and night’s saline kiss
The river poet would find his eternal peace.

What was once said has gone dry
I've spilt more than I care to clean up
This mess needs more than attention
It's in need of Molotov solution
Watch this fire be crushed by the air in my lungs
What once was said has just begun
To take it's toll on your troubled mind
Thoughts of the past soon left behind
Unsure of what I say and the power of my truth
I'm not weird baby I'm just different to you