the air in this room hangs
in a thickness of contempt
your lost in a bias of
confused sentiment
let your peering eyes, peek
into the corners of me
prepare for something unseen
I'm not what you perceive
evaluate what's in front of you
naysayers are meant to confuse
they are lonely people
not ready for something new
leave past journeys behind
exit from the tunnel
emerge to the freshness of hope
be amazed at what you find

through the hills and valleys
I search for you
each place I found, the scent of you
was untrue
the beacon of light in the distant
was a false guide
yet each pixel, drew me in
for another try
the fog of love, is a mysterious one
with it's deceptions
lifting in the morning, slowly
the sky clears, with expectations
all the towns seem the same
the heart flutters, anticipation
but their memories of you are askew
as I thank them, for the participation
the miles I have walk seem endless
but in my mind, your just a day away

winter winds upon this land
clawing me clamy hands
the recluse in me , stems the tides
of emotions cultivated deep inside

such sentiments had warmed my soul
of future days and times of old
shall I scratch this itch, a thousand times more
or let sleeping dogs lie, never to be told

shall I stand poised on this joist
debating the reasons for choice
and hear that familiar voice
"how far is heaven" and the ultimate rejoice

no, i will let the winter winds claw at me
let it's darkess cold once again teach
that the recluse in me and all it brings
warm my soul, anticipating a new spring

the darkness of this road seems endless
headlight guide me through quiteness
songs on the radio are about us
of lost love and trust

was it I who smothered you too much
with morning notes of "I love you '' and such
did boredom of me set in too soon
when you realized you need something new

encountering the rising sun, the brightest of day
warmth of her rays, as I start to reengage
you stand by the road, trying to hitch a ride
to set up a new man, and his ultimate demise

a blank piece of paper and my mind settles in
to write you the perfect love song, but were to begin
shall I say your rose color lips, are perfect for your voice
and when you speak, my senses erupt, I have no choice

shall I write of your beauty, and all that it brings
from the melting winter snow, to the rebirth of spring
so sturdy I feel, when your aura surrounds me
like the roots of the mighty oak tree

the sensual words you whisper in my ears
weakens my knees, almost to tears
that playful laughter, when you taunt me
you think your in control, just wait and see

for the notes of love I have for you
are never a rewrite, always a true first draft
they spill out of me, never to be altered
just like this silly song, always forever

such a fog of insecurity, lingers in their eyes
the naysayers that tell tales, are of simple minds
they carry the weight of emotional blight
though a grayish hue, devow of sunshine

the jealousy that consumes them, are of their making
they wonder why " I am not a perfect gem"
perhaps the waves of life, did'nt polish them
to their liking
those pity feelings are all around them

so go ahead now, let it bleed out of you
drain those poisonous emotions you feel
the ones that cursed you from being renewed
remember, their the ones who need to be healed

as you look in the mirror, see the reflection
smile at the beauty upon you
let their words be muted, as a deflection
and love yourself in the sunshines hue

some times I feel like van gogh but I like my ears
such maddening sadness and despair, over the years
have brought a drought to my tears
to the delight of the crowds that jeer

they are in my head.giggle with laughter
of course they wont appear, to take my spear
sometimes I feel like van gogh, but I like my ears

when the dawn breaks, as I gaze out the window
wondering what life to follow
lost in the sounds of natures music
too many versus to pick from, seems hectic
reality at times , slurred in colors so hollow
sometimes I feel like van gogh, but I like my ears

the left side of my mind, seems tortured
the right hears poetic melodies
flowing to the center, those constant spin my thoughts
to where I conclude
there will never be another like me
for all eternity
to finally extinguish the delighted crows laughter
and jeers
let it be known, I was once here