I always seem
To write poetry
In threes
Like a *******
Is the
Route to take
When I am feeling
Creative
And yet
Three is a crowd
So wouldn’t four
Be better
Or maybe two
Like in a
Couplet
Or is
More better
What a conundrum
To be in
So early
In the
Morning

At a crossroad in life
Not knowing which path to take
Do I wander on alone
Or take a chance on love
What is it that holds us back
From our destiny
Or causes us to rush forward
Into the arms of another
With a need for acceptance and love
Should we be more prudent
Or more adventurous
And can’t either one
Take us
Home

Awake early
Sitting at the table
With tea in hand
And thinking
Thinking can be a very
Dangerous sport
Because it causes the persona
To question
All that it is
And to feel and experience things
That are not real
I wonder, in my dazed state
What is real
And what  isn’t
And it is so hard
For me to know
The difference.
So
I sit at the table
With tea in hand
And wonder

you say
we'll never be able to go back
and right now
that sounds really good
because back
can only get
better

How can I reach you
When your mind is closed
And
You are reacting
From past events
I can’t change
Your past
We can only
Create
A future
Together

The question of why
Means I am more involved
In the thought
Than
In the action
Love is a game
Played by more than one player
For we come into life
With our baggage
And
If we don’t heal that
We are doomed
To repeat
Our
Mistakes

I had a dream
And it was beautiful
It smelled good
It looked good
It tasted good
And now
It’s gone
I don’t really know
Or understand
Why
I felt the purity
Of its creation
And now
I can no longer hold on
To what is no longer
Both sides of an equation
Need to be equal
In the game of love
Both
Need to give
And take
More
Than
Themselves