TEACHING TIMOTHY TO READ
( for Maureen )

She is teaching Timothy
to read

even though she
can't read herself.

Tongue firmly in cheek
she traces the words

with a tiny fingertip
that knows the story

off by heart she
could read it in the dark.

She is "pretending reading."
She has my every nuance and pause

by rote
making great efforts

to teach Timothy
the puppy

but Timothy the puppy
is more interested in

the un-thrown stick.

Timothy the puppy thinks this reading lark is
strictly for the humans.

"Once..." she begins
in a Fairy Tale-ish voice.

Timothy the puppy
barks in acknowledgement.

"Throwthestickthrowthestick!"
Timothy the Puppy's mind thinks.

"...upon a time
a long long time

...ago!"

Timothy the puppy looks
adoringly at his little mistress

with such an immensity of love and
licks her finger as it

travels over the words
the story's journey.

"Oh you..!" she scolds
"...are not even paying attention!"

"It's no good...I give up!"
she frowns at the unhappy creature

throwing the book away
in a prissy hissy fit.

Timothy the puppy
full of the joys of

a dog's life
( it's the only life he knows )

chases the fluttering pages
that fly like an exotic bird

brings Hans Christian Anderson back
his mouth full of words.

Pieces of each other everywhere,
His hands on the bed
He left his head in the shower
And his heart is still in the sink.

Little things with you..
Waking up, arms still around my shoulders and love on my sleeves.
Leaves his words on my cheek
With a kiss

"Baby I love you.."

I have this song in my heart
Thats so perfectly clear
But when I try to do it
Its so painfully never near
It brings forth emotions
And removes all my fears.

it tells a different story
with Every kick of a drum
The song of my soul
That echos in my heart
The only thing keeping it from falling apart
Also brings forth happiness
That hits like a spark
Turns all too light that was once shrouded in dark
Feels like im on a cloud everywhere I walk
Always with a laugh or a smile
I'll just let the music talk.

it's been a long road
how much further is there left
i'm already tired

My life, my mind maybe a trip through time
A spiders web a maze with no time
Thats the best way too describe my mind
Often thinking but never taught
I crawl through life I never walk
I imagine all the storys and music I hear
I see it all so perfectly clear
like a kaleidoscope of colour
But every colour I can hear
Visualize every story as if i was there
Im proud to be me so crazy and weird
I see the world so different but oh so clear
Thinking to myself am i really from here?
When everyone is trapped in there own fear
I just drift in my own space...... a long way from here.

I feel my soul peeking out of its hiding place, for the first time in a long time.
Bathe in the chill that circles, and massages my feet, welcoming me home to a hearth filled with smoke. A detached, reposed heart that chides like a lover, hushed voice, to the molecule ****** of stillness around me--
Irememberyou.
Youcamebackforme.
The cold clamps down, an outstretched hand viced into a grip
Yes, you--
I call out
Where Orion always is,
Pleates, Signus, Cassiopeia
How many sudden kisses happened under this sky? How many warm ****** touches exuded from the Earth, into my shedding layers of skin?
How many times did I mistake enrapture for love,
Heartache for lack of fireplace...
I've loved so many under this set of stars that the solar system is lapsing in on itself
Creating a distant dark void
out of me

Why does my heart feel so empty?
When its so full with love
Its like cupid has punched me with no gloves
While i sit and wait
for what is to come.
Just too ignite my heart one more time like the burning sun.
with no notion of where these feelings come from.
Just so one day I can share my love with someone.