She calls to my senses.
My head swims in her song
I am lost in her music
Her pull is so strong
Her spell has entrapped me
She is stealing my heart
I sit here in silence
As she weaves her dark art
She captures my mind
With her words as she sings
She tells of the pleasure
Her warm body brings
The softness her firmness
The scent of her sweat
She knows I'll fall pray
She has already bet
She does not really love me
It's her form of abuse
For the way that she lures me
She has no excuse
She knows nature calls to me
She is sure of her craft
She knows at her magic
She is rarely surpassed
No one escapes her
She is deadly and sure
For the song that she sings to you
There is not a cure
I am lost in her song
She has captured my heart
And locked it away
Every bit not just part
She is lovely she's crafty
You best run while you can
Or your life will be over
Long before it began.
Rew 7/16/16 rewrite.

A word or two strung together
A story of my love
A memory from then and now
Time I keep thinking of

The times we hold each other
Soft kisses that we share
Words we offer one another
To show how much we care

Holding hands and walking
Down a sunny sandy beach
Grasping at the sky above
Could there be a star in reach

Good times filled with laughter
How we share each others love
My heart so full of caring
You are all that I think of

My happiness
My joy in life
Sweet tenderness
My lovely wife

Together we shall walk this path
So many never find
Enlightened by this love we share
Until the end of time.

Rew  7/5/13

I got up this morning.
T’is a day like the rest.
Sunny or rainy
Each day is the best.
Just the fact I awake,
Each bright early morn.
Lightens my heart,
And puts me in good form
It’s not like my life’s empty
With nothing to do.
So the weather don’t matter.
Let me give you that clue.
I work inside if rainy,
and outside if bright.
It is only deep cold.
That can get me up tight.
Summer is here.
I’m so happy you see.
I strut around, In jeans and a “T”
I ride my scooter where ever I go.
I don’t need my car.
If it’s warm out you know.
So my life is now
Quite full of grace
I have my health,
And my own little place
I grow most of my food.
I know how to cook.
Maybe some day
They’ll put my words in a book
What more can one ask for
in this world which we live?
Other than when
Will we all learn how to give?

What a gorgeous night to ride,
the temperature’s just right.
Jeans an "T" and a leather vest,
are quite suitable tonight.
I walk out, get on my bike.
Turn the key; switch on headlight.
Push the button; start her up.
Set aside my coffee cup.
Sitting on my steed of steel.
The road ahead has much appeal.
The air feels good as I ride out.
Great night to ride without a doubt.
Twisting on my throttle grip,
into traffic now I slip.
My headlight shines on lines of white.
This road, this bike, both feel so right.
Accelerating past some cars,
stopping at some smaller bars.
Grab a burger and some fries.
Lets move on my buddy cries.
So many places I've not seen.
Come on lets ride!
Know what I mean?
We've turns to make and, roads to cross,
Lets keep ridding until we're lost.
We keep on riding through the night,
Much to soon comes morning's light.
Our eyes now heavy needing sleep.
The highways call will for now keep.

She calls to my senses
My head swims in her song
I am lost in her music
Her pull is so strong.
Her spell has entrapped me
She is stealing my heart
I stay here in silence
As she weaves her dark art.
She captures my mind
with her words as she sings
She tells of the pleasure
Her warm body brings.
The softness the firmness
the sent of her sweat.
She knows I'll fall pray.
She has already bet.
She does not really love me
It's her form of abuse.
For the way that she lures me
she has no excuse.
She knows nature calls to me
she's sure of her craft.
She knows at her magic
she is rarely surpassed
No one escapes her
she's deadly and sure.
For the song she will sing to you
There is not a cure
She's lovely she's crafty
You best run while you can,
or your life will be over
long before it began.
              Rew 6/23/04

Our love is forbidden. It never should be. It is easily realized. We both can see. Though I can’t help myself No more than can you. I doubt we can hide it From everyone’s view. So what will we say When our love comes to light? Will our feelings go crashing As rumors take flight? No one understands It’s so hard to see. What would you want with someone like me? Could anyone think We might fit like a glove? Could it possible We might be in love? I have something for you. You have something for me. Does it really matter just what that might be? Should we consider How others may feel? Is what we do wrong So our love we conceal? It’s so hard to fight back when you’ve done nothing wrong Yet someone elts thinks Our love can’t belong. ‘Tis a world full of judgment In which we are born. These are the pillars On which our love is shorn. A little bit wormy And it seems like some rot But these are ideals Our society has taught. So do I follow rules Of someone long dead? Or fallow my heart And take you to my bed?

Interesting! The heart is caged, behind so many bony bars. Yet still it can be cut and slashed, then left so full of scars. We all have our turn left bleeding, our souls pouring on the floor. As the one we loved so much, passes through our door. The tears go rolling down our face, dripping off our chin. Every thought inside our head, saying it's the end. The joy in life forever gone, how can love be again? Is there anybody anywhere, who has a heart to lend? Every time I show it, it gets another burn. Why do I refuse to see, why is it I can't learn? Lost upon these desolate shores, I forever sail alone. A very very lonly soul, a heart that knows no home. A tall and raging water fall, seething emotions foam. Not a single drop of love, can to my heart be shone. As the emotion we most live for, strains through endless sands, a sun that lights our sky above, departs for distant lands. I'm now left standing by myself, a lonely broken man. Giving love to someone else, I no longer think I can. My heart broken to many times, now lost forever more. A sweet old man that lives alone, a bachelor to the core. Copyright ©2007 Rew