love*
   is but
    a simple word
      that feels the night
        go by
          and by the time
            it grows,
              it's gone -
                left
                  never
                  ­  to
                      survive.

i passed the time
  seeking
    wandering, round
      and round
        a dream
          and when the darkness caught me
            i seldom
              cared
                to scream.

i picked up all the lilies
  my fancies,
    gone
       and lost
         and gray
          i never saw past
           the illusion
            for
              it was all
                gone away.

i sought out heaven's seeking,
  speaking,
    i never thought i'd say
      the days, the ways
        to ever know
          how it feels
            for
              love
                to
          ­        slip
                    away.

Sometimes I'm the hammer
Sometimes I'm the nail
When sometimes I think
I'm sure to win
I know I'm bound to fail

Sometimes a blackberry
is going to getcha
when pulling weeds out on the trail

Sometimes
It ain't easy being
green, black or blue or pale

Sometimes
Stand still long enough
something is bound to eatcha
Or running ******* the treadmill
getting no where fast

When I'm hungry
I'm going to devour
meat or grain
fruit or flower
Sometimes
starving on a Friday afternoon
no money coming in

Sometimes love
Sometimes desire

Sometimes I'm alive
Sometimes I'm nearly dead

Sometimes I'm riding lightening
Sometimes I'm thunder calling out
for salvation

Sometimes I'm standing knee deep in deafening silence

Sometimes I'm going to see
Sometimes I know I'm blind

Sometime time is going to end,
I know
there won't be
sometimes to do again.

Love.* I just saw her.
I did not know anything about her.
But I knew she was the one.
Yet I did not listen to my heart.

And then I met someone.
Still my heart's not at home.
And as days turn to months,
Now I'm back on my own.

And so after two years...

Love. I just saw her. Again.
I still don't know anything about her.
But I know she is the one.
And now I'll be listening to my heart.

Love is her name.

Oh how I always feel uneasy,
When I think about her.
She does not even know me.
But my heart beats for her.

Her eyes are like pebbles,
Thrown into the water and ripples.
Her smile is like a thousand doves,
Flying through the velvet clouds.

Though we're worlds apart,
All the more I pray.
To have the courage to say,
She has taken over my heart.
On that one fine day.

**iamthe_avatar ©2016