I wish I could control time,
all my mistakes would be wiped away.
I could see who I was suppose to be not
what life has made me.

I wish I could control my thoughts,
not allow all the worry and doubt to
slowly erode what little sanity I have left.

I wish I could control my "heart"
Not fall so fast and so quickly for
a dream that would never cross
over into reality.

I wish, the word I wish did not exist.
Instead I can always hope.

I can smell  the fresh paint,

thinking it should be blue

for the future small you.

I rub my belly watching for growth

of the child you put inside of me by force.

Of course not to be out done,even by

yourself, violently you took my child away

kicked him from my womb.

Laughing as the blood ran down my thighs

in tiny trickles  like sinister kisses,

from a lovers soft lips.

And when I awoke,

I found I had not escaped

and yet my small babies fate

lay in a pool of blood

in the already ruined rug.

Twilight anchors subtle strokes on the guitar.
Rhythmically soft plucking of each finger resonates among the stars.
I gasp at a true orchestra of gods,
Who reign over sleepless neighbors,
Content in their dwellings,
Never once appreciative the timeless symphony,
Our Earth Mothers beseeching whisper.
I try to play along with her,
But congested cackling of metropolitan madmen,
So brazen is their yelping.
Spoiled children crying for attention,
Unable to hear her song over obsessive commotions,
At all hours of their borrowed lives.
Yet she plays on,
As if thanking us for her inevitable demise,
At the hands of her most beloved child.
I suppose we can do no wrong in Mothers eyes.

Away with your fictions of flimsy romance,
  Those tissues of falsehood which Folly has wove;
Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance,
  Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.

Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with fantasy glow,
  Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove;
From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow,
  Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love.

If Apollo should e’er his assistance refuse,
  Or the Nine be dispos’d from your service to rove,
Invoke them no more, bid adieu to the Muse,
  And try the effect, of the first kiss of love.

I hate you, ye cold compositions of art,
  Though prudes may condemn me, and bigots reprove;
I court the effusions that spring from the heart,
  Which throbs, with delight, to the first kiss of love.

Your shepherds, your flocks, those fantastical themes,
  Perhaps may amuse, yet they never can move:
Arcadia displays but a region of dreams;
  What are visions like these, to the first kiss of love?

Oh! cease to affirm that man, since his birth,
  From Adam, till now, has with wretchedness strove;
Some portion of Paradise still is on earth,
  And Eden revives, in the first kiss of love.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past—
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove—
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial, the first kiss of love.

My Darling

The rose they say is the flower of love, but the love that i bear for you
within my heart, there are not enough roses on this grean earth that would
even begin to express the love that i feel within my heart mind body and soul..

When I first awaken every morning you are the first thought on my mind
and the very last when i close my eyes to sleep at night,

Your Face, your kiss and your carress are ever present in my dreams
My heart beats ever faster when you are near, and my soul yearns for
you when you are not.

Flowers like love are forever fragile and can easily wilt and die
But fear not my beloved the love that i carry for you within my heart
is forever protected from the passage of time and continues to grow
each and every day forever more and will do so untill the end of time.

It was fate that entertwined our destiny together
for not even death itself can extinguish my love for you for it lies locked deep
within my heart For it is you and only you my one true love that holds
the key to my heart and that key was yours the first moment i saw you
and will always be yours until the end of time.

This is the solem vow that i make to you with all my heart mind body and soul
with the very essence of my existance and this vow like my love forever more.

                            Eternally yours

Passers-By,
Out of your many faces
Flash memories to me
Now at the day end
Away from the sidewalks
Where your shoe soles traveled
And your voices rose and blend
To form the city's afternoon roar
Hindering an old silence.

Passers-by,
I remember lean ones among you,
Throats in the clutch of a hope,
Lips written over with strivings,
Mouths that kiss only for love.
Records of great wishes slept with,
     Held long
And prayed and toiled for.

     Yes,
Written on
Your mouths
And your throats
I read them
When you passed by.

DOWN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white
feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the
tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not
agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white
hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

i watch you from the other end of the darkened room.
i follow you with my eyes every step and breath you take.
my heart screams when i see you talking to another women.
just encase i have a chance of losing you.
i shed a tear when you kiss her.
you notice me so suddenly and sigh in formation.
i shake my head within seconds of you and run.
well done, you think, i've ruined another relationship.