Our tears contain
the elixir of our
innermost beauty.


~ z.s

You see, that one woman,
She catches the eye.
On a busy day, you'll see her.
It's love at first sight.

Her locks, HER LOCKS
They flow like the night's sky
Her beauty, an elixir.

Like a fairy she struts.
So carefree, her stride.
Her eyes, they confine you,
So pure, **** near divine.

She walked by,
A shattered world in her wake,
She walked by,
Any man's heart she could take.

She walked by,
And *it was love at first sight.

I remember the End.

The End was when she cried of guilt,
with broken trust her tears built.
It was the hardest thing to say
She was so stubborn with her way
But she didn't love me
She just thought I had some miracle elixir,
that I could magically fix her.
Fix her insecurities
Fix her doubt.
That I could give her the amenities and teach her what life was all about.
She made me believe it too!
That I could eventually get through.

Piece by piece I chipped away.
Problem by problem I saved the day.
The End was when I found out I couldn't mend you,
and in all that time all I did was pretend too.

I remember the End.

w.j.w.k

the instant our eyes met,
i felt an unspoken understanding.
my heart ever so silently,
made a promise never to leave you.
i'm withering by the second,
every moment without you by me.
only reason my heart beats,
is to keep up to the rhythm of yours.
please don't leave or say no,
your existence in my life is my elixir.
it's you that keeps me alive,
for you are the last breath within me.

I'm no good in a kitchen but, I can cook stuff all the same
Around here, say "the recipe" and most folks know my name
It hasn't changed in fifty years, and folks still drink it up
I've been making it with my granddad since I was just a pup

I"ve been racing cars through out these woods since before most learn to drive
I've been chased by cops and revenuers, I surprised I'm still alive
The funny thing, they know the route, and I always make the border
Because if they ever caught me, I would just cancel their order

Magic comes from our hard toil
Once it travels through the coil
We cook it slow on a low boil
It's cooked according to old Hoyle
It's magic in a glass
And it'll put you on your ***


In all the years that we've been cooking we've only moved on twice
Not because the cops found us, but because of all the mice
Grandpappy started cooking when the jobs round here dried up
And me, I've been his helper since I was just a pup

Everyone's on credit, we all live on iou's
There's still no jobs around here, there just isn't no good news
But, if folks round here need healing, we've got magic in a jug
Our granddads old elixir is a moonshine mountain hug

Magic comes from our hard toil
Once it travels through the coil
We cook it slow on a low boil
It's cooked according to old Hoyle
It's magic in a glass
And it'll put you on your ***

Why do all my poems need to be about
You?
Sometimes I wonder what you would say
If you found me here.
Would you know who I was?
Would you remember?

I read over the paintings I wrote of you.
Glittering masterpieces,
The work of one mind.
Again I down another
Poisonous elixir of the mind.
Again the only thing my pen creates
Is the perfect image of my mind:
A perception of what could have--
Nay, should have
Been.
Gone now,
The imaginings of a heart grow
Faster, fuller,
Top heavy and prone to fall
At the slightest touch.

Left alone in the dark,
Anon I wish of you.
A soft touch,
A kind word.
Do you think of me too?
Just please don't say you love me,
I'm too scared to say it back.
Too long
I've been desolate and deprived
Of encouragement.
Too long to trust.
Too long to care.
I would gladly fall into the
Abyss
Of your heart.

Spin me around,
Take my hand,
I don't know how to pretend,
I don't know how to stop pretending,
I love you too much.
And the only one who knows
How deep this love grows
Is Fate.

Would you believe me if I told you?
Would it be the same for you?

I doubt it.

The sparkle of a gem
Is only perceived by those who can
See beauty in rocks.