A - girl filled with exciting stories,
D - aring me to take constant adventures and to  
V - enture out of my comfort zone,
E - nter her world and
N - avigate through her
T - ormented heart

and
stay,
until she feels
that
I could be the one to complete
her unspoken adventures,
her need for sorrow
the freedom and chains
she wants
and needs

I'm that amaryllis that was left in the winter
I have no guidance or wisdom from Master Splinter
Just my pedals falling away
As you slowly erode me
You have no knowledge of this secret intentsion
My mind feels like it's in a mental detention
With so much thinking
You'd think my boats would be sinking
But they wait
To set sail and let me prevail
Avoiding the monsoons and treacherous hail
I would sail through the entire world
To do this over again

A man who wears colonge
Has his scent to atone
Sometime out of need to not feel alone
Or just for the idea of smelling good
The cheap dollar store brand still works
You can't judge a man by his dollar, but his effort.

At incredible heights.
There is an awesome view.
I step out onto the platform.
I look below and see the earth's curvature.
Along with white small puffy clouds with
Oceans, that look like mirrors.

I take a flying leap!
Into the nothingness.
No sound no wind.
Then suddenly!
Gusts of wind hit me as if from a tornado.
The silence has become a roar!
I continue to fall and see
That the clouds have become large and overshadowing.

I continue falling through the clouds.
Suddenly! I see patches of brown and green squares.
I say, "My fast ride is soon coming to an end."

I pull my ripcord,
My parachute opens.
I float slowly down to the beautiful earth.

I have fallen from incredible heights
to incredible lows.

What a rush! ! !
Can we do that again?

At Incredible Heights.

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Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

Worth more than diamonds and gold.
Fingers float above a river of piano keys,
Fingers play music that sounds sweeter than bird's song.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

God sends His glory of song to these fingers.
Fingers play with much love and devotion for God,
Fingers battle summer's Cicada hum and afternoon fatigue.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

Worth more than diamonds and gold.
Fingers of mystery; which bring light, hope and peace to all.
Fingers accept the challenge of writing new song.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

I will wear my love for you as you wake
not knowing if I'll be shaken so much today
that I'll let my back out from under support
that I'll let my soul slip sideways and wave goodby
while you look up at the snapping beams
wishing you were still asleep
I will write you a list of words as in our struggle with spoken verse
I am caught with what I mean to say stuck in meaningless whispers
Killing myself again, against your wishes, with cigarettes
spinning the secret notions and emotions in a song
I believe in nighttime you'll find my
praise of you as I sing, deeply

On a winter night,
listen at the window

Cold wind blowing on your face
and through your shirt
let the pressure go
Oh,
Invite my shyly into your space
feel that I'll be thankful
when I wake
that I surround you

In a world where there are more questions than answers there are few truths, few facts to live one's only life by. One must not fear the greatest of all fact, life's great inevitable truth, death. One must accept and embrace it, and through this gives birth to something much greater. The second great inevitable truth of life, one's legacy. The thought that the only thing that connects you to the living world besides your body after death is, the things you've done. The people you've touched, the changes you've made, lives you've brought into the world, lives you've impacted, all intertwined in a web of actions and decisions that define your affect on the world, bringing such a burning passion with a great sense of one's purpose, that gives inspiration, motivation, aspiration, to reach ones peak of mind, body, and soul. To stand for something, think outside the box , evolve, express yourself, and make a difference. If there's anything in this universe we humans have for certain its ourselves, stand up if not for yourself, then the ones you love.To live, to love, to leave a legacy

In words I can embrace you only to destroy all in flesh.
Are torments shared often compare are we not flawed my dear in love and charmed in life?

My monster of ego knows no weakness except the tears of your eyes I'm so sorry for the man I've become from demons I've cast we couldn't bare the flame yet in this dead of winter may we know are warmth.

Those eyes that I've seen fade now spring still my hearts wraith are the nights now colder alone or is my emptiness to much to bare?
Scars I have traced upon the flesh never mend that of this emotional drain you are that which I can never be .

You know the man not the image and I see through the past to what's of a bitter sweet embrace we have stood as enemies and loved as immortals.
A sunsets reprise often is the deepest sadness for in pain I see the beauty so few ever cared to know.

I am a villain to most and simply John to you.
Are roads cant be imagined yet I never would cast aside the wreckage for another to replace .

We understand what so few could ever fathom.
Together we are addicts of the abyss sometimes you realize the darkness brings far more comfort than the light .

I whisper to you in this night gentle for only you to hear.

Little girl do you grasp all that I can never say in words?

To most I am a monster but to you I am only John.

I hand-over my heart
Wrap it up in every single thing I do
For it all to come to a screeching halt
Over a few hours... of a few days... of a whole year
Of sweat blood and tears.

All I have left to show:
A few extra pennies
A fuller resume
Warm memories of inspired children
Cold memories of anger and spite
A tepid heart searching for the light