someone to dance with,
I can't wait to make love with you tonight.
        Just watching you be you.
        We wanted some romance
   but all we've got is love.
Your eyes are like the stars up above,
   one more moondance,
  could I make some romance to you?
You're too good to be true
won't take these eyes off of you,
enchanted, entranced,
the top of my love list

why aren't my ends
amicable ?
my friends
understandable ?
my loves
accountable ?
these songs
irresistable ?

why do I
come short ?
ring flat ?
fall splat ?

you were someone I trusted

and that's all that mattered

I was a sucker for your name

and you helped me regardless of input

I went through Hell again,

still searching for Heaven

and I find my way

better each time

you were only once,
now you're never again.

Maybe I don't know Loss
aswell as I used to.
I prided myself in it-
knew its every feeling.
but I turned myself
from it to ensure
I wouldn't fall as
hard as I had known
before.
grief always ashamed
me but it also changed
me,
I don't even know how
to feel it anymore.

That's where
some pride gets you,
perpetual losing
in a state of perpetual
winning,
reality is the hardest
thing to work through
when stuck there;
like for better or for worse

sure I don't know everything
but I'll die before I say
"I've stopped searching".
In the face of many
obstacles
the poetry will come
sevenfold,
I just need to learn
to slow down or
whatever it is
I may still find
to learn.

fiancé music
a masked Frenchman
beer mugs
and Hallelujah
ice cream and gyros
ringing bells
carillon empassions
aquamarine capos
bug-bite hoverings
Follow me !
through haydream
daydews, to
songs out of
no where.
I guess that's
why they call it the blues,
because God only
knows what I'd be
without you;
Bethlehem.
Maybe I'd be a
breathless mess
or a hapless test
but flowers are for today
and toddlers are for tomorrow
there need no more poems
about sorrow.