It is lucky that trees don't care about us. Imagine a forest going to the city for some people-hugging.

The snow is falling
The world around me
Seems to fall silent
All they see
Is the bitter winter
But for me
This is my spring
My own time
Of new beginnings
And fresh awakenings

An artists life is blue
When its mind is red

A gipsies say is true
When you're already dead.

A smiley can be sad
and crying can be good

A life can be pointless
If you can't see where you stood.

A world can be square
and a line can be straight.

It's a neverending line,
because you are affraid.

Affraid of the face of blue
And the colour of red

Affraid to see you
Affraid of the dead.

your burdens like a dowry chest
filled with linen that you can’t
digest? Or do you carry it as
a satchel, with a ruler and an apple?

Do you carry
yourself like a chicken without
a head, butchered for the stew,
served with bread? Or do you carry
yourself as a tiger, fierce and determined
no matter what transpires?

who knew really when  we first met
so many years ago so many to count
today we would say to each other i love you
dont let go just hold me tight
first time in a long time
to hear those words tears in each others eyes
who knew  what we had to go through  in life  
just to hear these  words from me and you.
first time in a long time
it didnt matter what others thought
but what it taught  
when life is down   there is always someone watching  trying to get through
who knew really when  we first met
now she says  you are stuck the others are out of luck
i am never letting you go   just so you know.
so many years ago so many to count
today we would say to each other i love you
dont let go just hold me tight
first time in a long time
who knew really when  we first met
the others  i know  they still mean alot to you and  will continue too
but now i hold the reigns and they had the chance to  gain.
so your taken no looking back   the past is no where to go,  
the future is me and you.
who knew really when  we first met
so many years ago so many to count
first time in a long time
to hear these words  and know they are true
I love you
your stuck with me.
long time waiting
First time in a long time who knew really when  we first met
sorry girls i am taken it happened when i wasnt looking  not much to say after that
First time in a long time who knew really when  we first met
alan spivey 1/23/2014

like the warm, wet sand
on a summer’s afternoon
Let me leave my footprints
on you.

Love me
like a scoop of vanilla
ice-cream. Let me go down
soft and easy.

Love me
like an open window. You’ll
hear my soft pitter patter when the rain
falls.  The only thing that matters above
all is that you keep me alive in
your dreams. You know I’m never far
from reach.

It hadn’t been good that year
With emptying drawers
And foraging around the Azer
Finding seed pods fallen in the
Yellow grief stricken grass lawn.


People visited in their silks
Stretching hands to comfort
What could not be tolerated
Infiltrating the harsh reality
Suffering with bespoke smiles.

Love Mary

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.