Your voice challenges my expressions, Your vision challenges my activity, Your questions challenges my knowledge, Your speech challenges my thoughts, Your presence around challenges my senses, Its a challenge to be anywhere near you, You are a constant fight yet victory favors me. I hold onto the last bit of strength to win the challenge called YOU. I win everyday and I learn everyday, Hope you don't go easy EVER. I love that you are a Challenge!!!!
These sonnets, these sonnets These words would never end This love this melody This lilt shall remain a friend this passion this hope this need; lives it transcends
I keep writing making silly rhymes. Words fall, bend, blend in an array of meaningless thoughts. Love contend with ache: Heart content with brain. My soul, unable to comprehend, lets out a sigh. Unintended it amends and wends my beilefs. My boat ascends foreword. My heart pretends normal. Away from the condescending colleagues, I head to in the direction of dreams. At a distance, I see her waving, and I look down on my hand, engraved a name: she owns. My palm distends and announces an arrival. I pretend this will be final. A call from the wild invokes my mild intentions to tell her the truth and hope this won't be vital.
for a while, I was dissatisfied with the way the clouds shifted to cover the minimal shine of the sun to hide my brighter days in a captured realm of warmth and simultaneous rapture of frozen temptations
but now that a new sun has arrived in my circle of planets and stars, a galaxy surrounded in a smile wrapped up and presented in a beautiful bow made of velvet and adorned in loving kisses
the sunflowers in my mind finally had a place to call home and a place to find comfort in as they searched for the love and happiness that took an eternity to find and only a moment to hold onto for my own.
wanting happiness and needing to write is a contradiction because a poet can never truly be happy