soliciting wind,
Cheeky, trembling, flowered woods;
ecstasy explodes!

Twenty-six Letters,
                   Are universal symbols,
             Of Not only beautiful love,
  All that is Good,
    But also Ugly hate,
                  All that is evil.
     Infinity Gratefully accepts their company.
       At the Emission of such power,
                 
One Is unable to do anything but tremble at
The Sacred,
                              
Power of a Word.
One can not say that it is not
Wonderfully moving to posses this
 Earthshaking ability to release
 Rattling emotions
                              
                With only the arrangement of some lines on a surface.

A blank new page.

Staring, wondering.

What should my next chapter be?

Where do I go from here?

The blank pages have no answers.

The pencil is trembling in my hand.

I take a deep breath as I write

Now live.

I wrote these songs for you,
The ones you won't hear..
The ones that torture me endlessly
When I pick up my guitar
And try to sing..
You made my most peaceful pastime
A pain, sweetheart..
For your voice
Still echoes in the distance
Of my fading chords
My heartbreak trembling within

if we walk together,
i will leave the hand
closest to you out
of my pocket in case
you want to hold it.

but i remember how you
told me you want to
feel up my thighs.
i will sit next to you instead
and place your hand on my thigh.

you make me tremble.