words flow from the spigot of my mind
as they empty into the drain
only the residue remains
before they dry up, I'll pen these
thoughts of you
in a hurry state I'll rearange them
making the perfect sentence
then rearange them again
making another perfect sentence
but as the last word evaporates
around the drain, I realize that
the only perfect sentence is
I LOVE YOU

go ahead my dear, shed your cocoon
for the sweet scent of spring is upon us
the snow has melted, the roots now sip
as the fingers of green reach for the warmth

and in this new beginning, may I just say
that I am tired of being in the way of myself
In retrospect, I should have use common sense
not let my impulses push you away
for that was the devils voice inside my head

the burden of love you have for me
were the whispers I heard in the winter winds
and now the robins solo, has given more clarity

you are still the music that feeds my soul
you are the voice that soothes these aching bones
your fingers play the chords, that vibrate my heart
as this ghostly feeling haunts these lonley nights

A poem is a thought
an inkling idea
dripping from the mind
into the heart
there it palpitates, speeds and slows
weakens and strengthens
as blood flows through the veins
the mind wanders between fantasy
and reality
lets us let it sink in
for it is ours, yet written for many

Dont stretch me out too much my Lord
you are always on my mind
guide me to that promise land
to enjoy the fruits of your labor
and i will reciprocate in kind

you gave me the devil and
i hope you took him away

for i am not perfect, my sins i
cant hide from you
your forgivness for your chidren
is a constant
please hear me as you always do
my love for you is forever as yours is for me
amen

love
hate
sorrow
despair
happiness
death
tears
smiles
warmth
hope
content
all cascading into the stream of life

I'm sure bob dylan would'nt mind
If I quoted from his line
that all along the the watch tower
such a beauty I have found

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

I know my dear I write silly love poems
but this is all I know, little dittys to you
and when I'm old and frail, and you read
these quaint little tales, no they are from
the deepest thoughts from my mind
and only for you, for I am not the man
I am today without you in my life
holding your hand is like touching an angel
Gods gift to me, and I am blessed
I just hope I am Gods gift to you amen

hold me gently in your arms
and caress my soul, never let go
let the tenderness of your skin
soothe my aching heart
your warmth is a quiet elixser
to a mind that swims in a sea of confusion
waves of reality and fantasy,crash on my shores
and leave nothing but sandunes dragging back to that sea
so please throw that net,pricise as always,lift me up onto
dry land .

perhaps you'll stumble upon this write, for it's just for you
and see i am true to my word, wanting to start anew with you
there'd be no more playing with your heart or confusing your mind
i realize now that you think, i'm the best you'll ever find
the tears that trickle down your cheek, i know it's because of me
the guilt when i see them, has left me to realize we were meant to be
an apology is in order, as i wipe those tears away
but you smiling and holding me, theres nothing more to say

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

these deserted valleys of my soul, it seems
are littered with unwanted dreams
were sands of time, crush and seal
all the ghost that have haunted, all I feel

such newness of me, I feel in my blood
streams awareness, like a growing bud
roots firmly grounded, with the receding flood
my leaves open, recapture the fragrance of love

In this winter of a lifetime and all the memories,
collected and arranged, another boring history
of this ordinary man

the harsh winds of love, have harden my soul
while the silent secrets of lovers remain, untold
of this ordinary man

that I walked many trails and set them ablaze
I'll blame them on youth, the fog and the haze
of this ordinary man

the education I found, was not from a book
It was wigging away, from my parents hook
of this ordinary man

my fingers not as nimble, as when I was young
the stature not as upright, the last song has begun
of this ordinary man

so I will turn out the lights
make sure the doors are locked
as I bid a final adieu
and a warm goodnight

Do you know that you are the passion that flows through my veins
a wanting so deep, i feel nothing but your being with me
the warmth of your aura surrounds me with calmness
when you whisper in my ear, i love you, sends me into
a state of mind i've never known

your face is the portrait that hangs on the wall of my heart
every line of your smile tells the history of our life
and your eyes, speak of the future to come.

relenting to the submission of her smile, makes me weak of mind
all my thoughts and senses are obscured by the vision of her
just being there in front of me, not knowing what else she's offering

her tenderness of touch, the warmth of her fingers, secure my heart
upright, when doom seems upon me

and when i fall, will she catch me in her dreams
hold me and let me glide amongst her breeze
as she whispers to the cosmos to wait for their reply
only then can we be truly one

oh my america, I'm trying to understand
how far we,ve come, since we step onto
these sands
we stole from the originals,at the barrel
of the gun
as they offered up their bounty, taught us
about this land
the whiteness of our ancestors, so mighty
they felt
with the good book to guide them, their
pain was delt
dressed in your perfect attire, your regimented
theme
you scorch the land, as the children screamed
round them up again, different colors,
different chains
suppress them once more, as they tend to your
flowers
their dream was to come here, not live in constant
cower
yet prejudice of the past, still remains
the good book and all its glory
interpreted by humans, to fit their stories
yet the shiny star is not so bright
perhaps its starting to fade into history
like every parent whose children misbehave
He will give us time to correct our mistakes
His patience seems forever, such glory of Him
but one wave of His hand, even he might concede
lets try this again

I use to know you, back in the day
now I found you, on this page
wonderin, are you alive, or in a cave
is your life that bad, it can't be saved

open your eyes, look into your heart
I won't do you wrong, just say you belong
clasp your arms around my waist
I'll take you to a place, put a smile on your face

that angelic voice, gives me no choice
but to fall for you and rejoice
the past is long gone, perhaps it made us strong
let us not sing the blues, but create our love song

we are here now, on this borrowed time
let us make it yours and mine

like flowing wine painted on the canvass
framed in perfect yellow hues of warmth
each red drop, pours love from our  hearts
each sip makes us giddy, and yet relieves
tranquilty sets in with a permenant smile
and each red drop we drink feel the warmth
of love within

shall I cast my line from this pristine sight
let the flow take my bait, rid myself of blight
the serentity of the water. can hypnotize the mind
quiet trickles smooth the stones, daydreams I find
little creatures that scurry past my feet
such a roadblock wont keep them from their destiny
their sense of being, an amazing thing
and the wonderment that they bring
as the breeze and the suns wink fades deep
the moon reflects at me, from this steady stream
Its smile talks to me in silent conversation
saying, the line of hope resides in your
own revelation

come to me tonight, your softness I so desire
the smoothness of your skin, lays upon me
sends ripples through my distorted mind
in a weaken state, I surrender to you

sprawled out now, let those engorged lips
trace each hill and valley on my body
search for what you expect to find
take your time, show no mercy, yet be kind

and at the tip, the moisture, eases slowly
a sign I've surrendered to you
your warm breath and seductive eyes
are in rhythm, with your fingers touch

a stirring from my hips, a foreshadow of
an explotion and your beautiful moan
rest your head on my chest, fingers touch
our heartbeats slow, our eyes close the night

Their hallow eyes perice the night
With deceiving eyes and pearly whites
Draw you in with hypnotize words
You were a thinker but now a listener
Tainted by something more sinister
***** your mind with propaganda swords
Pick me I'll heal your pathetic lives
I'll give you love happiness and blue skies
But I'll discard you when I'm sworn
In god bless america

such a delicate soft finger
tingles the skin
touch a lonley cheek
follow the moisture around
a sculptured feature
and breathe
tame eyes decieve, hold a trance
beneath the stare, suspicion hides
blink the eyes, the futures past
wisk into the wind another
minds wandering act

happy valentines day, my heart
the wounds are almost healed
the scars are nicely sealed
are you ready for a new start
the eyes have glanced again
oh my. the brain says yes
lets put you to another test
you can't win, till you begin
it sounds sappy, when you
talk to your heart
can they put you away for that?

I was hoping today would have ended yesterday
and that today was in the past
as you back me against this wall, say what you say
as you hope your seduction might last
at times I can barely walk or talk, your voice to strong
and everything I do seems wrong
yet I can only give up my sanity for so long
so depression allow me to bid you a final, adieu

climb this vine, in front of me
remove the jungle, in my mind
come out of the darkness
the hazy particles sprinkle
layers upon the eyes
rub with vigor, still unclear
haunting echos, still grip
wild whispers suggest to go
the climb slips away
lets try again, over and over begin
a moment, the particles clear
warmth of the sun
the chatter, the past, too loud
many voices, converge
sift through, a weaken state
climb the vine, I think not
the effort is futile

i heard you say goodbye to me last night
cause there were no whispers of i love you
i felt you walk away from me last night
cause your touch was from a distant
i could see through the darkness your eyes
looking down at me as if you have lost everthing
and you have.

I think I shall sit upon my finest chair
but first sweep away the rubble
of emotional ash
yes, this feels better, a clearer mind now
so I can dabble in unintellectual thoughts
glass of red wine, sip gently, settle in
anticipating the silly grin
thinking of the why question, and the what
if, roll the ball down the alley, oops
a curve and a miss
do I anser the chirping robins calls
hardly, in what language, do they reply
the fog settles in now, a blanket of fine mist
for the demons and ghost to play in
i'm just  an obsever of this nightly show

relenting to the submission of her smile, makes me weak of mind
all my thoughts and senses are obscured by the vision of her
just being there in front of me, not knowing what else she's offering

her tenderness of touch, the warmth of her fingers, secure my heart
upright, when doom seems upon me

and when i fall, will she catch me in her dreams
hold me and let me glide amongst her breeze
as she whispers to the cosmos to wait for their reply
only then can we be truly one

this christmas gift i give to you
when the world has gone askew
and your feeling sad and blue
I'll hold you close you can feel anew
because I love you
                Jesus

when a whisper turns into a rumer, no one is safe
as I remember those soft fingers and tender touch
that numb the lies

the essance of a battle, can be found in the vortex
of the combatants who's sores are scarred memories

If you feel alone on this earth you won't be
you still have your ego

If the mistakes you make multiply
you can subtract each one by love and commitment

the pores of my skin secrete love when you touch me
leaving puddles of ****** beneath my feet
as you hold me in my weaken state
your medusa eyes, stone me into place
now sculpt me to your desires
smooth the rough edges to your liken
polish me to your sense of perfection
as long as you love me, feel free to create

I'll pick up this guitar and play you one
last tune
knowing the the strings are old, I can only
play the blues
the chords are in minor keys, the low E
drowns out the high E
the strings in between can hold the rythm
only so long
my fingers fumble with the melody, as
my mind, full of thoughts, of long ago

each note played was a sharp
now they are flatten, as I think of you
perhaps its alright to be out of tune
knowing you wont be back anytime soon

but with the turn of the peg
and my words, I'll beg
let me slide up the neck
for a crisper sound
enticing you to come back
with this new tune I found

the weeds have gathered, now
around the pretty flower
those who's dripping drool
gave her life
have left it to wither
in her aging sunlight
there's always something new
on the horizon
a prettier, nano second
of admiration to follow
and yet, on the surface, a blossom
of unmatched beauty
but at the root, the slow decay
beauty and strength
are a true illusion
that everyday, after birth
is our slow wither
onto our aging sunlight

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood
                                        T. S. Eliot

I dont want to be the one that completes you
I want  to be the one that feeds your mind
with the questions to my answers

you don't need a second opinion of yourself
when your first opinion will do just fine
don't allow the insecure ones, tarnish you

for their eyes are hollow, their heart, souless
the jealous rage inside them, holds contempt
of such perfection

through these misty eyes, I feel content
a calm has taken my emotions
there will be no more heartaches
just goodbye with my last kiss

they say time heals all wounds
but my stitches burst without you
shall I gather all that leaks out
knowing, as I sip, I'll see you soon

I'll wait for the clear night to begin
searching for that twinkling light
I'll smile and know that your there
as I catch all the memories in the wind

A youngster told me, mister you are old
I asked, how can you tell
His reply was, I'm young, without a wrinkle face
I replied, my face is wrinkled because I always smiled
He told me, you move slowly and with a limp
I replied, I lived in the fast lane, but it was time to get off
My limp was from working hard, staying true to myself, never wavering
His puzzled look needed me to explain further
I remember when I was like you many years ago
My strength and confidence was my burning desire
I left the ones who borned me cause I
knew everything
They closed the door and on it read good luck young man we moved to Florida
Suddenly, reality set in, I was a man
Everything I thought I knew was there
I'm a man
But the little nuances of life the ones they taught me and I ignored have come full circle
Their wisdom and survival of life will always be in my thoughts
So youngster I'm not old I have aged well
The wrinkles on my face are from all the smiles life has given me
My limp is a sign that I will make it to the finish line

amongst the backdrop of the setting sun
the warm breeze gently caress my face
tree branches reaching up, to wave goodnight

the clear dark night, gives way to the stars
spattered across with the wave of His hand
such spender is awe inspiring, silent thoughts

how far away you are from me, yet so close
you are the night gallery watching this play
a twinkle here, a twinkle there, a constant

exhaustion sets in, my eyes close to dream
in the morn the gallery is empty, twinkleless
till the night brings on act two

your touch upon my skin
is the musical interpretation
i feel within
your voice, like a sonata phrase
soothes this tempted soul
as your words are easy to appraise
your nakedness jazzes my mind
each line and curve, etches you
the aura i sense, is well defined
as the last note I feel
and your touch recedes
that this lullaby, this admission
is from the heart I hope you steal

the cold absorbs my skin
only your whispered breath within
can warm this near fatal heart
of memories since we're apart

I watched those eyelids twitch, dreaming
what fantasy you might be seeing
but I woke up to reality
the erasing of our legacy

removing the '' If I could''
when I look at you
hoping you'd say
''I wish you would''

the scent of your being
lingers in my thoughts
eyes that hold my feelings
well into the night

for what do I say
to a beauty such as you
will my meaning go astray
rejection, that powerful fear

removing the ''If I could''
when I look at you
hoping you'd say
'' I wish you would''

the twilight of life that has set upon you
will never dim your radiant glow
those rays you emit, have touched us all
and always turned our gray skies blue
those flowers you planted, the seeds from you
have grown strong and mature
their roots grounded firmly
such a testament of your beautiful hue
the coldness of life, only warmed your heart more
there was never an exit sign in your mind
your loving touch, always a constant flow
if ever the thought of abandoning us showed up
your resolve grew stronger,your love even more
and now the flowers understand, your man's message
has reached you
" come join me now, the flowers will be alright
I have a place for us,I'm sure you'd like
I've had a long time to tidy it up"
with that said, you can resume your love affair
forever and a night
you can watch your flowers bloom so bright
they will always be in your sights
you can still nurture them from afar
everyday and everynight

As the tip of my pen, touches the paper
The ink spreads thoughts of you
The letters and commas set the rhythm smooth
Read them once, read them twice, set a mood
Let the crinkle corners of you smile and the twirling
Of your hair and the finger on your lips, be proof
That what I have penned be your goodnight sleep
you may now, curl up, close your eyes
And when you dream be Advised
My heart is always yours to keep

sadness comes from the emotions draining
a bloodletting of the hearts vibrant beat
the brains circuitry in over load, fighting
the positives and negatives, trying to find
the perfect path of sanity

as an aging man, I have known these feelings
a lifetime of questions, still to be answered
then unexpectedly, a simple word, I realize

remembering the past and all it's worth
what brought me here, is now understood
I have dragged all the stones of life I carved
laid them perfectly, in symmetrical order
built my pyramid, stood back in awe at
all that I've accomplished, smiled and rested
then asked, in a thousand years will it all
matter?

I don't want to do this, say goodbye
forever is such a short word
yet a long lasting scar on my heart
your toughness was just a facade
inside, the lite of love shined bright
your presence commanded attention
your touch soft as the summer breeze
the smoothness of your sway collects us
as if to say,come with me, I am your protector
I will see you with the other shining stars
just above the horizon, winking at us
then peeking at us while we dream
so I won't say goodbye,just hello to the
night sky

I have'nt the energy, to rearrange the sheets
I'll let your imprint  absorb into my memory
this coffee I sip, seems bittersweet
the soft closing of the door is complete
what we had last night, was lost in the morning
was your secret thought, too much for your longing
does his tantilizing breath capture your senses
the feel of his new touch, leaves you defenseless
wondering? what am I to do, is overwhelming
shall I throw you a rope, grasp at a new beginning
would you catch it, so I can pull you back in
or is the last loop, the final ending?

A drop of moisture flows slowly down
Her sculpted nose
Enters her sensual mouth barely parted
And red as a ****** rose
My arms sturdy as pillars her fingers grasp
As I enter her rythm starts
Eye to eye we photograph each move
To decorate the walls of our hearts
There's barely a whimper no need to compromise
Only silent sighs
Exhaustion sets in my pillars have collapsed
The brute and the goddess have taken
What they needed this might

perched upon the eave, the robin gives his speech
can't decipher what language he speaks
pull the covers off my face, feel the light of the day
try hard to wrench this body, from this bed I lay
but it all comes crashing down, in this whirlpool
I drown, in this swirling emptyness I found
all these sentimental breakdowns, leave me weak
to carry on

will I ever come close to what I felt so long ago
when my smile was broad, and full of hope
or am I stuck in time, fighting the villans and clowns
surrendering to their laughing sounds

slowly i slip back into my mind
evidently too much wine
i gasp for the air in your atmosphere
letting it fill my lungs with your love
oh darling you are always with me
and i know i'll probably forget what
i wrote here tonight but you know
its from my heartmy love

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