If there is nothing new under the sun
I must be on night shift

If we only live in the present
and the past and future doesn't exist
how can I ***** up so **** often?

If you pride yourself on being an *******
you have a lot to be proud of

I say it over and over
in so so many ways
hints, notes and gaze
how can you not feel
or hear or see the deal
maybe I could cook it up
like a five star chef
or maybe...
you are just love-deaf

suppose we were as wine
differences, yours and mine
confidence of a Cab strong
seductive as Muscat's song
Merlot's slight temper swings
the warmth Shiraz brings
Pinot's finicky fickle mood
and Zinf's friendly attitude
Malbec's soft kiss on the cheek
Tempra's velvet dress so sleek
Chard always has a smile
Sauvi is forever in style

I can't really hug you
with words I spew
or given font or style
is only words on file
open your mind's arms wide
set your perceptions aside
fill you heart with caring
energize your intent with sharing
now with warm and soft embrace
hug with pure love's grace
I love you all

good and bad
happy and sad
up and down
smile and frown
love and hate
small and great
young and old
shy and bold
wrong and right
hold tight
to the flexible
(and)

I have two brains
one is in constant prayer
the other fails at everything
one is happy and is thankful
the other judges and holds contempt
one forgives and loves all
the other full of worry and spite
and I stand on the bridge between

the end
is at the beginning
the beginning
is at the end
the middle
is round and round
and full of pies
i wish i could be a circle
more than just the middle

the complainer's eye is blind to all that is kind and loved and beautiful and delicious, how horrible an affliction...it must be an addiction

within perfection
tested and raw
the critic's eye
will find flaw

this world
will try to dim your light
yours and mine
Shine Lizzie Shine
this world
will try to slow you down
you're far far from done
Run Lizzie Run
this world
may knock you down
aim higher than the sky
Fly Lizzie Fly
this world
is not as strong as you
angels watch from above
Love Lizzie Love

how strong
the words that mocked Him
the thorns that crowned Him
the scourge that slashed Him
the nails and spear that pierced Him
the cross that held Him
how weak
the grave that couldn't keep Him

you want me to say it
but you don't
you want me to do it
but you don't
you need me
but you don't
you don't
and it's your loss

believe none of what you hear
half of what you see
and absolutely none of what you hear from me

my superpower is quite unique
not power to protect the weak
not some bug of bat want to be
not some wonder or super bee
i can be forgotten in a second
the power of memory stealth i reckon
you will not recall any of me...ever
and in nothingness i will live forever

you run
i chase
you run more
i chase more
you slow
i catch
you tease
i like
those eyes
that smile
just wow
i confess
you ignore
i confess more
you joke
i hurt
you pretend it wasn't you
i hurt more
i pretend it wasn't you

The bully has no empathy
no way to show sympathy
The bully only knows power
to make the prey cower
The bully only feeds the ego
cut from hate, friend or foe
The bully soothes pain unknown
no excuse for the abuse shown
The bully will see the true light
only from hell's fire, so bright

I'm weightless, because gravity is baseless, I'm endless, because time is timeless, I'm love, because I choose to be hateless

full to the brim
is from where I start
full to the brim
the love of my heart
full to the brim
God's blessing art
full to the brim
thankfulness all part

how you been...fine
it's been, so long
before you dig
i need to scoot along
and dust off all that
all that was wrong
feelings from the deep
deep inside...lifelong
too late too many
too many so long

I want to say
I want to write
I want to film
I want to type
I want to sign
I want to show
I want to sing
I want to let go
I want to share
but why do I dare
the censor is there

I'm truly just super nice
and I pay the price
I'm blessed with generosity
without reciprocity
I hold no malice
with your ego palace
and in the end
you are still my friend

4 pounds
4 legs
4 seventeen years
4 the kisses
4 the best boy ever
4 being there always
4 all the **** walks
4 all the accidents
4 all the num nums
4 constant protection
4 pure pure love
4 ever in our heart
4 we will meet again

I go by my given initials...M.T.
some say cause of my head...EMPTY
do not we all start this way
and then fill it, day-by-day
but what goes in is up to us
some fill with love and light
some with hate and spite
some with only self
some with only wealth
some with dreams alone
some with things unknown
mine is now full of care and grace
and spills over from my small space
dripping words that end up here
to fill yours through eye or ear

mother's strength
where does it come
who knows where from
a great storm of the past
a hard road traveled fast
a spirit that does not fade
a smile that must be made
a stern voice, required indeed
a caring hug for the need
a vision of potential
a straighten-up gaze...essential
a tear held from fall
a prayer over each and all
a giving heart of endless love
God provided...all of the above

If you stand in front of your ego, you can see things way better

I'm an idiot
so I'm told
I'm stupid
said young and old
I'm dumb
estimate...ten-fold
not concerned
your opinion..oversold

when I'm gone
no one will remember
            me
I'm certain
when I move on
            my soul
will be free
of yearning
for anyone to need
a simple conversation
                                or advice
                                     or just a memory
I pray
  I can forget
            me too

...indeed

I wash and clean
primp and pluck
and gussy-up
I shave and cut
**** in my gut
and smile double
it's a lot of trouble
to be invisible

we all have demons
parasites on our soul
we all had things
that changes our goal
some make us lose trust
some turn love and hope to dust
but the worst I am forever sure
hides and covers the heart pure

if i could lay the lines
the total of my heart
if i could stream the emotions
of the secrets of my thought
if i could tell you the feelings
that give my stomach knot
i would be king of the world
if it was my love you sought

insomnia and hazy skies bloodshot her eyes
sirens of collective fears ring in her ears
the rot of unkempt boroughs stings her nose
graffiti called art is plastered on her heart
tears and slave chains drag through her veins
homelessness and mangy mutt fill her bloated gut
but her clothes finest sold and her crown solid gold

quantum entanglement i assume
spooky movements in the room
your photons...blazing
your vibrations...amazing
your frequency...tuned
my mind...consumed

i could meet you a thousand times
in a thousand lives
and still love you a thousand times
and a thousand ways

the poem of the forest
is rustled by the tree
the whale tones
the song of the sea
the eagle refrains
the hymn of the sky
but the vulture's verse
is silence when you die
so make your verse with pen or voice
before old buzzard makes his choice

when the trail is new
you walk with light feet
and curious thoughts
when the way is old
your stride is heavy
with wisdom

I did not wake this morn
and I'm the only one who noticed

can't sleep indeed
what do you need
you did this last
and the night past
just let me go
what should I know
I'll have to listen closer
to the universe composer

you enjoyed my advances
and made some yourself
we were the same
and moved as one self
time did not stream
yet only a dream

today i walk on grass
soft and clean
damp and green
i hope it is still here
tomorrow is near
what act of God
how will i trod
if the grass is not there

the sun rises
slow and steady
warm and bright
even for the dead
and again tomorrow
the sun sets
slow and steady
cold and dark
even for the living
and again tomorrow

I'm a puzzle missing a piece or two
The pebble in your shoe
The bad wheel on your cart
The lawn mower that won't start
The faucet with a drip drip drip
The super hot coffee sip
The money you borrow
I'll do better tomorrow

My heart is a free meal, eat it up and drink it in or spit it out with an evil grin

how can it be
no one remembers me
my name is
we've met before this
I speak and make sound
I stand and feel ground
I smile and frown
just let me down
and forget
no regret

I wait for
a sound
a gaze
a hi
a walk by with side eye
because your silence
is deafening

your memory hunts me like
the                                         hungry
tigress  ­                                 creeping
through                ­                the
tall                                         ­grass
silent                                     invisible
care--­-ful---ly                       stepping
eyes                    ­                   focused
claws hold and fangs stab
then the words of the love song bleed warm from my neck

Love doesn't need
sight or sound
soft touch or seed in ground
the finest waft of smell
or coolest water from well
kind words or smiles fake
it only needs removal of hate

miss her so bad
replay the reunion like mad
a thousand times in my mind
how perfect thought designed
could never be better for real
the hugs, the tears...so ideal
and on the day, I'm so surprised
it absolutely is...design revised

Heart and Mind went to visit Soul
Heart excited, Mind under control
Mind:  I'll drive you navigate
Heart:  This trip is going to be great!
Mind:  Straight through to the end
Heart:  No stop, no new friends?
Mind:  No problems, no curves, no hills
Heart:  No new, no adventure, no thrills?
Mind:  The danger for pain is great, we must guard
Heart:  Soul told me the journey will be hard
Soul:  How was your ride, tell me alllll about it
Mind:  Heart took wrong turns, but wonderful, I must admit