It's funny how
You can be driving along,
Minding your own business,
When all of the sudden,
Thru the now absent front window,
Your face is introduced to the asphalt.

As a gentle pulse of my verdant heart,
caressing my gracious unrivalled dreams,
you are the color to my shallow art,
I observe you and at once my soul beams.

You were the nitid glimmer that saw me when I was in the purity of dark,
as if your captivating eyes told me
between us lays love's invincible spark.

Honey, your love shuddered my withered heart,
like the breeze that crosses rills and shakes oaks,
with the abscense of you my world falls apart,
to the ashes of our warmth die my hopes.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
I'm out of my head while thinking of you.


  



18/9/20

have i said this before
have i dreamed this before
or is it now,,,,,,,, i say
a word or two

call the name of the demon
call the name of the lord
where is the truest meaning
in the beginning was the word

i will live forever
in the spiritual thoughts of many
i will live till i don't remember
the fragrant thoughts of many

peace be unto you my friend
abscense of conflict is peace
external circumstance is not the end
but soft is internal surcease

Don't ask me those questions
for I have no idea why I am like this either.
All I know is how I'd be easier without his abscense.
Don't ask me what I want
because I don't know how to analyse these feelings
let alone turn them in words.

Please don't ask me
and just be here just close enough for me to grab
and figure out everything at the speed of zero
as I trace you
Up
and
Down
and
as I look at you and put all the pain in my eyes
I hope you can read it.

I just don't know the answers.

Sue is baking pretzels on a Thursday afternoon.
Flour on her hands, just like we used to.
Its some familair smell in the air,
Deep warmth that fills a room in the abscense of your laughter.

When I asked you if you thought about old loves,
You said she was a snuggie blanket in the closet.
You said she was a car on the side of the road.

I didn't understand just how far thoughts could wander.
They drive me crazy - traversing time,
Traveling places that this body no longer can,
Conversing with lingering loves in my mind -

"I'm building a travel van like you always wanted to.
I'll be travelling solo, and you won't know
Where I'll go and the things I'll see.
Its just for me.

..but I wish it weren't.
If you had the option, would you go?
If you had the option, would you want to know?"

I will always be wandering, searching for home.
I will always be wondering, wishing to know:

"Do you ever think of me
The way I think of you?"