i am a dream for whom brings you to either your biggest fear
or live your fantasy
you see me as a lullaby, your cloud,
the ever beckoning hand in your mind,
calling you to sleep.
I am a child's memory that never was,
I am a vision of everything and nothing,
I appear only to the call of the night
I create tall tales you wish were real but are merely a wish.
I carry you away and wrap you in ribbons of joy that fade away only to be rediscovered later
My Song will call you in.......

My grandmother liked you
But does not fail
To remind me
"He needs an education"
She does it out of love
maybe fear
Or both, neither

I do not argue
it may be true
but just as facing your fears makes them real
so will her words
that stain the inside of my mind

Love used to make the world go round
you are still my prince
my king
but I do not know if your love
will ever pay the bills
And the castle will not
stay afloat

from adoration

I missed you today,
I missed you yesterday.
I’ll miss you until our hearts open with morning glories
in soft sheets above ground.
High above the sights of reality where our voices can turn to robin songs
and your hands intertwined in mine are the sugar pine roots.

Sounds as soft as a baby’s palm,
Serene, peaceful and calm,
That kiss my forehead like a soothing balm.
Sounds of the past
Caressing the present.
A moment when time stands still
To see ^ ^, two lovers
In
       One
       Fill.

Is there such a thing as complete forgiveness?
No matter what that person does, is there?
And if there is, how do you find it?
Is it through a God, through your own soul, or is it just there.
Because in your lifetime you are both the forgiver and the forgiven.
We take those moments of forgiveness for granted.
What would've happened if we had not been forgiven?
And what would've happened had you not forgiven..
But then again, it might just be something you'll learn over time.

Art is a refuge
Art is a prayer
Art is a melody
Art is despair
Art is my passion
Art is my dance
Art is my view
Art is my chance
Art is frustration
Art is a skill
Art is pure beauty
Art is a dream
Art is my view
Art is my pain
All in perspective
Art is a game.

Art is my air
Art is my heart
Art brings us together
And tears us apart,
Art is all I know
It’s all I forgot
It’s all I could want
And all that I got
It’s all that I feel
And more than everything else
It’s love and it’s passion,
Freedom and strength.

Are you
my detour,
my shifting road,
my dead-end street?

your eyes and your soul; grow old
your skin and your face; thin
your knees and your hips; break in
your voice and your lips, slip
you're lifeless, tired and drown out
as if love has never been gained
lost as if you never were told
how a lover shall be made of gold
pocket your change and leave here,
toss yourself into the sea
the sharks will love you madly
maybe then you'll see