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Come dance with me, my friend, my lover,
Towards the light; a world uncovered,
Do not look back, do not despair,
One day they all will meet us here.

On roads of gold,
Come dance with me,
In lands of old,
Come dance with me.

What is left for you down there?
Days, to waste away, alone, somewhere,
But I offer you a world all to yourself,
Just you and I, dancing, no one else.

In waves of light,
Come dance with me,
Through shimmering nights,
Come dance with me.

So please, my soul, my life, my love,
Join me, set your sights above,
And dance away eternity,
The dance of immortality.
May
No silver lining to this cloud
gray, even more so damp.
Pouring down on my soul as I just lay
I lay here and cry as the rain hides my pain.
Getting sick is no concern, but my heart aches and cramps.

I long for her eyes, so bright and aware of my innermost secrets.
Now I sit, for her return to my arms wide open.
One more bottle to open, she will arrive.
To wipe these tears from my eyes.
Those beautiful lips and beaming smile, it drives me wild.

From above I hear our song, and I sing along.
She is no where near me, rather so very far away.
Hiding away, waiting for me to join her, maybe I will someday.
Six feet beneath the dirt she sleeps in silence.
I feel her here, next to me. My darling, my sweet, my wife May.
this Beautiful little mess I am making
is oh-so wrong, but it keeps me from aching.
it is Dangerous and Intoxicating,
but I would rather be here than simply fading.
written my senior year of high school. featured in the annual literary magazine (2010)
All the dreamers lie asleep
Tumble fast to gentle deep
What is seen tonight will be
Tomorrow mixed with memory
Ghosts fragmented on a thin
Mist that scatters in the wind
sadness solid shaped in stone
a desert isle for those alone
the shapes will shift a thousand shifts
while sleeping heads refuse to lift
a cloud of rain, a distant star
disguise from dreamers what they are
forms unfurling as minutes pass
yet remaining objects without mass
the sleepers’ tricked, pulled into space
and dreams are woven in this place
sever ties with feather chain
rejoin the world awake again
One day, my love
We will find a place just for us,
a place where we wont be disturbed.

A place where the heater will break,
forcing us to cuddle together,
under mountains of blankets.

We can watch the sun rise from the balcony,
with a coffee in one hand,
and each other in the other.

A place where we have a room,
dedicated to music,
guitars every where,
and instruments we can't play.

A place where we can grow old together,
protect one another,
and love each other.

And outside,
we will hang a sign that says,
"Our Somewhere"
One of my latest hope you enjoy :)
I have never loved somebody the way I love you
I have never felt this much aching in my chest,
This much salt water in my eyes.
I have never been willing to open up myself and
Give every part of me to one person,
And felt perfectly fine with them being the
Only one,
For the rest of my life.
Never Far Away

I wonder what he would say
If he were sitting here today
Would he tell me all the things he's seen
Would he say it was okay

Would we talk about the past we shared
Or of what the future holds
Will he give a glimpse of what's in store
And say he's met the Lord

Will he know how much I miss him
And miss the friendship that he gave
Tell me that although he's gone
He's now in a better place

Will we sit and talk for hours
Maybe write a poem or two
Will he play guitar and sing his songs
And say this one's for you

Will he tell me that he cant stay long
But his journey did not end
That he looks down from up above
To guide me as a friend

Will he say he knows I look for him
He hears the prayers that I say
That he will always be my friend
And he is never far away

In loving honor
of
Edward M. Dixon
This poem written in tears for an old friend of mine who I owe so much. Edward M Dixon, we were friends at a young age and he is so missed. He has written several poems and songs and had an incredible musical talent and voice. I look forward to one day seeing him again and just sitting and listening to him sing. I miss you my friend.
the beauty of Spring
the flowers you bring

go out your door
and your eyes turn to love

you pick a flower
and give it to your love.

:} :P
My fantastic (and somewhat romantic) little brother wrote this poem!
Nine years old... its probs better than some of mine haha :)
enjoy
eleven hundred,
twenty-three feet up,
looking out over
shannonadoa valley
at midday
and the only thing
i could see
was her face.


*for my lo
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