Candy colored lights 
twinkle on the horizon.

Distant traffic drones along, 
shimmering rivers in the night.

Millions of souls living lives unseen.
Now drift away inside my dreams.

The Star Voyager returns to the desert.

Solitude rejuvenates my soul.

Yet every time I near serenity,
The world pulls back at me.

The obligations of life,
telling me, it's time to go.

Back to the city, 
Back to those distant lights.

Until I'm just another,
unseen soul. 
Lost and drifting, 
Into the night.

Man for Sale

Man for sale slightly bruised and battered,
but still performs fairly well
in all the things that matter. 

He's a daily driver he never fails to start,
paints a little faded, but not falling apart.

He's never been a model that will turn a lot of heads,
his selling point has always been comfort,
and reliability instead.

So hop in turn the key,
take him for a spin.

He'll get you where you need to go
and safely back again.

The price is right,
practically free,
I'll even throw in a money back guarantee.

He's a certified pre-owned classic,
they no longer make them like this.

But this is not a handshake deal,
it must be sealed with a kiss.

Touch her ****. 
Not a ***** or a squeeze.
Just a gentle caress, or pat if you please.

Hold her in your arms,
kiss her forehead.
Snuggle on the sofa watching TV,
before heading to bed.

Gaze into her eyes,
not like you've never seen them before.

But like looking in a mirror
and you know every pore,
every wrinkle, line, and freckle,
on her beautiful face.

This is the good stuff
there's no reason for haste.

And after you've made love,
Look at her and grin,
then touch her **** and whisper.

Let's do it again!

I am a poet, that means I believe in love.
I am an idiot, that means I believe in love.

Love is not an illusion, or a confusion of the heart.

Played like a brutal game of desperation,
perspiration, and art.

I Love the art,
But I hate the game,

A feeling shared by two,
Is not open to general consensus,
of what constitutes me and you.

I am in you, you are in me,
How much more sanctification do we need?

Who's ******* approval, before our love can be true?

**** their opinions!

I choose you!

So just let it be, can't you see,
I was made for you.
And you were made for me.

And that's all the approval we will ever need!

My darling Jenny
this poem's for you,
A birthday promise, you can hold me to.

No amount of years will change
my love for you.

I miss your smile,
when you're not near,
and your voice is the one I always long
to hear.

I see your blue eyes
every night in my mind,
I feel your kiss, and I hear your sighs.

I long for you each and every day.

And when you are in my arms,
I always want you to stay.

So don't dread getting older,
or fret grey hairs and lines.

You'll remain young forever,
here in my mind.

Happy Birthday Baby!

I'll always Love You!

The sun burns hot and bright
heat waves distort the light,
where asphalt meets the horizon.

The Santa Ana winds dry the sweat
from my skin before I even have
a chance to perspire.

I head north along the coast, leaving behind
my blustering host.

As rocky cliffs, and pacific breezes sooth my soul.

And tonight as I sleep beneath the stars,
to the sound of the distant cars.

I let my thoughts wander,
Somewhere beyond Jupiter and Mars.

And wonder just when that journey,
might begin.

I'm in no hurry though, for there are miles left
to go.

And that journey will have to wait,
Until this journey ends.

Summer rain storm
Soaks me to the bone.

Lying on concrete all alone,
under the overpass,
Cars blowing by,
I know they laugh.

I understand why.

But what they don't realize,
is that I'm laughing too.

I wouldn't trade this life,
because, I know.

I may be wet,
but I'm freer than you.

Give me a highway, a lonesome stretch of gray.

(Thanks for the line Bob)

And I'll be alright,
I'll find my way.

And if it rains, let it pour,
Let it wash my cares away,

I won't complain,
I love the rain.

Besides,
I probably needed a bath anyway.