A beautiful day
             of a soul swirling summer
             under the blazing sun
           Tiresome footsteps
   with the lost mind
    Not so far from the
                  delirious dreams
                  or lost in between
Tranquil hopes
 I let the drowning eyes seek for
                      the peril on reality
                       where to meet
the end of the journey
  I set my voyage through the
  thoughts, whispering wishes
                I can't count the days  
               But I touch the moments
  Holding the innocuous thoughts
  Will I hate to be the beloved's memory of touch ....
 The frigid rocks beneath my bare feet
       on the green mountain paths
        tumbles like my forgotten dreams
                       I trust in the journey
        holding my each piece of learning
  Sometimes they are noisy
     Sometimes they are more likely the
    peaceful ambiance of the graveyard
   or the alluring song of the blue bird 
                        into the empty sky!

my hands and heart are calloused
from writing out our story
from living out our story
god knows
i breathe so much love for you
and it lives within me
and right now it's messier
than before

it's angry
it's painful
it's jaggedly soft and a whispered
prayer
are you there?
my love, are you there?

you may give up on me
but my knees are scuffed
because i've been praying
on concrete.
that never used to happen before

i've this carpet burn
from sleeping on the floor,
because the bed
is a mocking reminder
of the softness of your skin
of you love
of you

i'm a sinner, and you know it
but i felt so holy
when your lips touched mine
the way they did

i miss you
like an ocean misses the shore
i will always be trying
to reach you

my heart's still in your hands
it's in your hands
i always melted in your hands...

Whoever said love was a beautiful, easy thing
Has obviously never been truly in love
For as beautiful as the bubbly champaign is
When one is infatuated with another one
The cold reality is
One cannot live off of bubbles or bliss
And infatuation does not create
Lasting love like this
And the bread we life from that we are needing
Don't come without a life
Of hardship and bleeding

True love is a job, a rime
An occupation that takes a lifetime
One does not fall in or out of love
Love, true love, is not emotion
But is action and reaction

An action that says,
"You are not perfect,
And nor am I
But I will work for this
Until the end of time."

tangled up with you
and i forget
where i begin
and you end

When inspiration strikes!
And cravings of satisfaction bites!

I know you through and through,
Its to the end with you!

I growl out of my fingers!
Onto keyboards!

Its strange I know,
But your just so damn inspirational

i wonder what they say at the end
when it's all said and done
and everything's over
i wonder if they cry
if they mourn
or if they hold their heads up high
and rest their hearts
in sweaty palms
when once upon a time
they were tied tightly
to their sleeves

it's not that i'm sad about what happened and the hurt between us
i get sad about all the reminders of what was ruined between us