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Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Saturday, December 05, 2009
More Moments
The moment I first saw you
was the moment I first knew,
that no matter how long
our next moment
it would be a special moment
that was spent too fast.
each strung, side to side.
Moments ebb and flow,
like the ocean’s tide.
times forever treasured.
Parceled liked teaspoons of sugar;
not as carefully measured.
but when we did, they drifted through
like evening fog
rolling across the bay.
More moments
to gaze upon your eyes and lips
and tender face!
Moments to feel
your tight embrace!
Moments to soothe our pain,
and to rediscover,
each other,
once again.
Hear my plea to you.
Would you please call,
when you have a moment?
Because I just need another moment
to say,
I love you.
Heard You Say
Heard you say
you had to say
goodbye to him.
Heard you say
It was tough to say
Goodbye to him.
Can't imagine how it felt
to put it all to an end.
Can't imagine being dealt
the cards you were
and still getting a win.
I know you're down
but feel relief.
He's still around
giving you grief.
Heard you say
it was time to go.
Filled with sorrow
but none of it shows.
You'll be fine
soon enough.
Just give it time
you're strong and tough.
you had to say
goodbye to him.
Heard you say
It was tough to say
Goodbye to him.
Can't imagine how it felt
to put it all to an end.
Can't imagine being dealt
the cards you were
and still getting a win.
I know you're down
but feel relief.
He's still around
giving you grief.
Heard you say
it was time to go.
Filled with sorrow
but none of it shows.
You'll be fine
soon enough.
Just give it time
you're strong and tough.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Shared
Shared a dance.
Shared a song.
Shared a walk.
Somewhere along
A windy pier
By a bay.
Uttered words.
So much to say.
Shared a laugh.
Shared a story.
Shared a kiss.
A night of glory.
Shared a moment
Shared a fear.
Shared a secret.
Shed a tear
For now you’ve gone
Another place
Still I long
For your embrace
Autumn leafs, they amaze
Winter winds soon arise
Grant me please, one more gaze
Into mossy-green tinted eyes.
Shared so much
And yet so little.
Your life remains
A constant riddle.
Shared a song.
Shared a walk.
Somewhere along
A windy pier
By a bay.
Uttered words.
So much to say.
Shared a laugh.
Shared a story.
Shared a kiss.
A night of glory.
Shared a moment
Shared a fear.
Shared a secret.
Shed a tear
For now you’ve gone
Another place
Still I long
For your embrace
Autumn leafs, they amaze
Winter winds soon arise
Grant me please, one more gaze
Into mossy-green tinted eyes.
Shared so much
And yet so little.
Your life remains
A constant riddle.
It's Your Fault I Fell in Love with You
They say when people fall in love,
No one is to blame.
They say when two hearts intermingle,
Nothing stays the same.
The world is viewed
From rose colored glasses,
And time apart
Runs like chilled molasses.
Nothing that friends say
Ever make it through
Because when you’re in love,
Only one thing matters -me with you.
But there’s something else at work here,
They never talk about,
And that’s when one falls away,
The other one must go without.
It’s your fault,
I fell in love with you.
It’s your fault,
Now whatcha gonna do?
It’s your fault you made me fall in love,
You’re the one I blame.
You’re the one, who took my heart,
The one driving me insane.
It’s your fault,
Made me wear these silly glasses.
And you’re the one
Who turned my legs into molasses.
It’s your fault,
Whatcha gonna do?
You made me fall in love,
So in love with you.
No one is to blame.
They say when two hearts intermingle,
Nothing stays the same.
The world is viewed
From rose colored glasses,
And time apart
Runs like chilled molasses.
Nothing that friends say
Ever make it through
Because when you’re in love,
Only one thing matters -me with you.
But there’s something else at work here,
They never talk about,
And that’s when one falls away,
The other one must go without.
It’s your fault,
I fell in love with you.
It’s your fault,
Now whatcha gonna do?
It’s your fault you made me fall in love,
You’re the one I blame.
You’re the one, who took my heart,
The one driving me insane.
It’s your fault,
Made me wear these silly glasses.
And you’re the one
Who turned my legs into molasses.
It’s your fault,
Whatcha gonna do?
You made me fall in love,
So in love with you.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
never need nobody
I’ve been looking around
All over the town
At the places, you used to be
Got a call in the early morning
Heard that you were busy
With work and family
Remember the days
Though they now seem a haze
When neither meant much to you
Said you’d never love nobody
And never need nobody
And now you do
I know that you lived
Yes, really lived
Before someone like me
Never knew
What you went through
And I know we can not speak
But you gotta know
That I wanna show
just how much you still mean
Even though you
Said you’d never love nobody
And never need nobody
And now you do
You never measure
when you cook
or when you live your life
And I always treasured
how you took
the risks to end some strife
And even now, though the time has past
The past is not where I want you
But you’re practically wed,
If just in your head.
Soon to be whisked away
So I gotta stand tall
wish the best for you all
Nothing else I can say, ‘cept
Said you’d never love nobody
And never need nobody
And now you do
It sure seems that you do
Oh and I bet, though wager, no
There will be a majordomo
in your life.
You’ll be a socialite
Spending every night
Dressed in ball gowns and dance in sand
Maybe send me an invitation
One of these days, so I can once again
hold on to your hand
I remember when you turned to me and
Said you’d never love nobody
And never need nobody
And now you do
Yes, now you do
All over the town
At the places, you used to be
Got a call in the early morning
Heard that you were busy
With work and family
Remember the days
Though they now seem a haze
When neither meant much to you
Said you’d never love nobody
And never need nobody
And now you do
I know that you lived
Yes, really lived
Before someone like me
Never knew
What you went through
And I know we can not speak
But you gotta know
That I wanna show
just how much you still mean
Even though you
Said you’d never love nobody
And never need nobody
And now you do
You never measure
when you cook
or when you live your life
And I always treasured
how you took
the risks to end some strife
And even now, though the time has past
The past is not where I want you
But you’re practically wed,
If just in your head.
Soon to be whisked away
So I gotta stand tall
wish the best for you all
Nothing else I can say, ‘cept
Said you’d never love nobody
And never need nobody
And now you do
It sure seems that you do
Oh and I bet, though wager, no
There will be a majordomo
in your life.
You’ll be a socialite
Spending every night
Dressed in ball gowns and dance in sand
Maybe send me an invitation
One of these days, so I can once again
hold on to your hand
I remember when you turned to me and
Said you’d never love nobody
And never need nobody
And now you do
Yes, now you do
Friday, November 20, 2009
The Man in the Three Piece Suit
Telephone rings
But she can’t answer it.
Another day begins
sorting clothes that don’t fit.
The door still sticks
And the hinges still squeak.
There’s cat litter in the hall
But there’s no time to sweep.
Kettle screams
in spits of fury.
Needs to check her eyes,
They still seem blurry.
Because she keeps seeing him
With every turn she takes.
Spends happy hours wearing
a smile she fakes.
Wishes she didn’t feel
the things she did feel
She’s still driving, but he took her heart
along with the wheel.
Crashing into bushes,
or carts full of fruit.
Rescued by a stranger
in a three piece suit.
Magic in his touch.
Sparkle in his eyes.
Charming smile.
She wonders if this is the guy.
Lunchtime hour
comes and goes.
Hates the flu season
and her runny nose.
Friends invite her to
the football game
Even though they know
she thinks the team is lame.
All the time that she’s there
she doesn’t root.
Just keeps on dreaming ‘bout
the guy in the three piece suit.
Late a night she still sits
in front of the computer screen.
Curled up tight in her jammies
with a container of ice cream.
Surfs some sites
just to see what to see.
Tries to distract herself
from other memories.
Starts a chat with a fella
named 212Boot.
He seems clever, just wished
it were the man in the three piece suit.
Slumber enters and
soon she succumbs
Hits the pillow
well after three ones.
Dreams of cites,
green and alive.
Walks to a subway
where people go and arrive.
Hears some music
airy and sweet.
Lulls her down the stairway,
so light on her feet.
No mistaking,
the sound’s from a flute.
And the guy who’s playing
is the man in the three piece suit.
She runs to him
as a train whooshes by.
Wakes with the alarm
and another morning sigh.
Telephone rings
But she can’t answer it.
Another day begins
sorting clothes that don’t seem to fit.
But she can’t answer it.
Another day begins
sorting clothes that don’t fit.
The door still sticks
And the hinges still squeak.
There’s cat litter in the hall
But there’s no time to sweep.
Kettle screams
in spits of fury.
Needs to check her eyes,
They still seem blurry.
Because she keeps seeing him
With every turn she takes.
Spends happy hours wearing
a smile she fakes.
Wishes she didn’t feel
the things she did feel
She’s still driving, but he took her heart
along with the wheel.
Crashing into bushes,
or carts full of fruit.
Rescued by a stranger
in a three piece suit.
Magic in his touch.
Sparkle in his eyes.
Charming smile.
She wonders if this is the guy.
Lunchtime hour
comes and goes.
Hates the flu season
and her runny nose.
Friends invite her to
the football game
Even though they know
she thinks the team is lame.
All the time that she’s there
she doesn’t root.
Just keeps on dreaming ‘bout
the guy in the three piece suit.
Late a night she still sits
in front of the computer screen.
Curled up tight in her jammies
with a container of ice cream.
Surfs some sites
just to see what to see.
Tries to distract herself
from other memories.
Starts a chat with a fella
named 212Boot.
He seems clever, just wished
it were the man in the three piece suit.
Slumber enters and
soon she succumbs
Hits the pillow
well after three ones.
Dreams of cites,
green and alive.
Walks to a subway
where people go and arrive.
Hears some music
airy and sweet.
Lulls her down the stairway,
so light on her feet.
No mistaking,
the sound’s from a flute.
And the guy who’s playing
is the man in the three piece suit.
She runs to him
as a train whooshes by.
Wakes with the alarm
and another morning sigh.
Telephone rings
But she can’t answer it.
Another day begins
sorting clothes that don’t seem to fit.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Bedtime Stories
He longed to read her bedtime stories;
not of pigs and wolves
or kings and queens;
but of lovers who've never met.
He tread across sandy beaches
searching for conclusions
to unwritten scenes
with this woman he'd never get.
"One day I will see you," he said
"with my own eyes, not some visions in my mind."
He didn't need dragons flying above his head.
No need for knights on stallions, no pot of gold to find.
Fantasies, all of them;
and all of them she's read.
None could match her fantasy
of his warmth nestled in her bed.
She strolled through city parks
where little children sang
and wondered if she'd ever meet him,
and if so, would she ever be the same.
"One day I will see you," she said
"with my own eyes, not some visions in my mind."
She returned to her fables -a different type of lie instead,
and longed for bedtime stories told by a gentle man so kind.
not of pigs and wolves
or kings and queens;
but of lovers who've never met.
He tread across sandy beaches
searching for conclusions
to unwritten scenes
with this woman he'd never get.
"One day I will see you," he said
"with my own eyes, not some visions in my mind."
He didn't need dragons flying above his head.
No need for knights on stallions, no pot of gold to find.
Fantasies, all of them;
and all of them she's read.
None could match her fantasy
of his warmth nestled in her bed.
She strolled through city parks
where little children sang
and wondered if she'd ever meet him,
and if so, would she ever be the same.
"One day I will see you," she said
"with my own eyes, not some visions in my mind."
She returned to her fables -a different type of lie instead,
and longed for bedtime stories told by a gentle man so kind.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
The Distancing
He told her he only wanted her happiness
But his actions betrayed his words.
He couldn’t stand her away from him.
She had migrated, like the birds.
She was now the princess
Of another distant land.
Each evening offering her glove
to be held in her new prince’s hand.
He wondered of her safety.
Her health, her goals and dreams.
He tossed away his silly poems
That had consumed paper by the reams.
He scoured for pictures
A hint, some trace.
Scraps of memories
In an attempt to recall her face.
He could hear her voice
Deep within his head.
It was fading slowly
As was the things she had said.
Like water and wind
To the cliffs nearby,
Images of her were eroding
And he felt the urge to cry.
So many times, they said farewell
But the parting would never last.
This time, there was no goodbye
But she was filling more of his past.
Forbidden
and forlorn.
Forgotten
but not in scorn.
Another dance among the clouds
All realities suspended.
Another gaze to recreate the distant past,
What may be and all that has finally ended.
But his actions betrayed his words.
He couldn’t stand her away from him.
She had migrated, like the birds.
She was now the princess
Of another distant land.
Each evening offering her glove
to be held in her new prince’s hand.
He wondered of her safety.
Her health, her goals and dreams.
He tossed away his silly poems
That had consumed paper by the reams.
He scoured for pictures
A hint, some trace.
Scraps of memories
In an attempt to recall her face.
He could hear her voice
Deep within his head.
It was fading slowly
As was the things she had said.
Like water and wind
To the cliffs nearby,
Images of her were eroding
And he felt the urge to cry.
So many times, they said farewell
But the parting would never last.
This time, there was no goodbye
But she was filling more of his past.
Forbidden
and forlorn.
Forgotten
but not in scorn.
Another dance among the clouds
All realities suspended.
Another gaze to recreate the distant past,
What may be and all that has finally ended.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Where are the Poets?
Where are the poets, the dancers
the dreamers who make things come true?
Where are the leaders, and believers
and the folks who know what to do?
Why are there quarrels
and debate
over things of nonsense
rooted in nothing but hate?
Why are there cracks in solemn foundations,
born forth from greed?
They sprout and spread persistently
like rats, or lice or weeds.
What are the lyrics
that makes a nation pause?
What notes must be strung together
for each of us to admit our flaws?
Where are the engineers, the doctors,
the carpenters with wood?
There are bridges to be built,
and underprivileged to be understood.
Call out the peacemakers
armed with diplomacy and grit.
Silence those who wage foolish war
with contracted guards, and arguments unfit.
Paint the future, sketch a dream,
sing out in fervent praise!
For the end is nowhere close to us,
so do not countdown the days.
We enjoy the setting sun,
and provide lights to darkened skies
so dare not fear for us,
tomorrow with certainty, we will again arise.
the dreamers who make things come true?
Where are the leaders, and believers
and the folks who know what to do?
Why are there quarrels
and debate
over things of nonsense
rooted in nothing but hate?
Why are there cracks in solemn foundations,
born forth from greed?
They sprout and spread persistently
like rats, or lice or weeds.
What are the lyrics
that makes a nation pause?
What notes must be strung together
for each of us to admit our flaws?
Where are the engineers, the doctors,
the carpenters with wood?
There are bridges to be built,
and underprivileged to be understood.
Call out the peacemakers
armed with diplomacy and grit.
Silence those who wage foolish war
with contracted guards, and arguments unfit.
Paint the future, sketch a dream,
sing out in fervent praise!
For the end is nowhere close to us,
so do not countdown the days.
We enjoy the setting sun,
and provide lights to darkened skies
so dare not fear for us,
tomorrow with certainty, we will again arise.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
I Begin in Autumn
There was light
one day
that lit
my way.
There were leaves,
reds and golds
that blew down
amber roads.
There were birds
that sang
as school
bells rang.
There were coats
pulled tight
because the wind
would bite.
Cheeks turned to apples
and noses would sniff
at the autumn air
Oh, how I miss the whiff
of the brownstone chimneys
exhausting burnt pine
and the corner bistros
that served coffee and wine.
There were squirrels
digging
throughout the park.
And gas lamps
flickering
as it grew dark.
Taxi's and other cars,
headlights all a glow.
And conversations
turned of snow.
There were hot meals
cooking
and tastes to explore.
Bread puddings, and roasts
mashed potatoes galore.
And the colleges
brimming
with students
so smart.
Young love
always blooming;
thieves stealing
young hearts.
And oh, such a longing
at this time of year,
to wish upon what was;
but it's gone,
I fear.
Still in this season
when most nature dies,
hope springs eternal
and moistens my eyes.
Yes, this is my season
if not my true place.
Sitting out west
but to the east I always face.
Bring me the briskness
the thoughts all anew,
the morning frost,
and the sunsets' hue.
Bring back the laughter
the warmth of the chill.
Styrofoam cups of hot chocolate
liable to spill
across cobblestone sidewalks
where bikes try to pass,
where there is importance
and purposefulness,
and people move fast.
Package the bottle,
let me breathe it all in.
for Autumns' not the ending,
it's where I begin.
one day
that lit
my way.
There were leaves,
reds and golds
that blew down
amber roads.
There were birds
that sang
as school
bells rang.
There were coats
pulled tight
because the wind
would bite.
Cheeks turned to apples
and noses would sniff
at the autumn air
Oh, how I miss the whiff
of the brownstone chimneys
exhausting burnt pine
and the corner bistros
that served coffee and wine.
There were squirrels
digging
throughout the park.
And gas lamps
flickering
as it grew dark.
Taxi's and other cars,
headlights all a glow.
And conversations
turned of snow.
There were hot meals
cooking
and tastes to explore.
Bread puddings, and roasts
mashed potatoes galore.
And the colleges
brimming
with students
so smart.
Young love
always blooming;
thieves stealing
young hearts.
And oh, such a longing
at this time of year,
to wish upon what was;
but it's gone,
I fear.
Still in this season
when most nature dies,
hope springs eternal
and moistens my eyes.
Yes, this is my season
if not my true place.
Sitting out west
but to the east I always face.
Bring me the briskness
the thoughts all anew,
the morning frost,
and the sunsets' hue.
Bring back the laughter
the warmth of the chill.
Styrofoam cups of hot chocolate
liable to spill
across cobblestone sidewalks
where bikes try to pass,
where there is importance
and purposefulness,
and people move fast.
Package the bottle,
let me breathe it all in.
for Autumns' not the ending,
it's where I begin.
Goodnight Dream Lover
Summers' day
and summers' first night
Summer's heat
no delight.
He walks alone
down heated roads.
He carries burdens
worn like clothes.
He calls to strangers
he once called friend.
Seems they've moved on
though, they said, "it'll never end"
He wanders places
he used to haunt
and muses over
the things he used to want.
All gone now
dreams have closed
his imperfections
have been exposed.
Summertime
is not his best.
Weary to the bone.
Finds no comfort in rest.
Karma, plays a role
no doubt.
For now he wanders
empty within and still without.
Dreams deferred
another day.
Passion filled nights
have gone away.
Goodnight dream lover,
with summers' soft kiss.
In time you'll discover
all that I now miss.
Where did you put the Music?
I saw you come.
I saw you go.
I could have stopped you,
but I didn't know.
Where did you put the music?
Why did you hide it from me?
You know without you and my music,
I suffer in quiet misery.
Where have you put the rhythm,
I can not find the notes.
Why must you scream a siren's song
to the things I wrote?
I can not hear any music
since you've gone away.
Now that you have left me,
I've nothing left to say.
I saw you go.
I could have stopped you,
but I didn't know.
Where did you put the music?
Why did you hide it from me?
You know without you and my music,
I suffer in quiet misery.
Where have you put the rhythm,
I can not find the notes.
Why must you scream a siren's song
to the things I wrote?
I can not hear any music
since you've gone away.
Now that you have left me,
I've nothing left to say.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Pause (another one unearthed from the 1980's)
When there is a light fog and a mist for rain,
I often wish I had the time to seat myself under a tree.
And when a breeze swept through the leaves of that tree,
I'd become the victor of of all my battles.
While under the branches, I'd stare out,
Visible to friends,
Unclear to strangers,
Camouflaged to all foe.
I would not be be questioned or dwelled upon.
The breeze would stop,
The mist would diminish,
The fog would lift along with my spirits.
I'd sit up, take a deep breath and continue on my journey.
I often wish I had the time to seat myself under a tree.
And when a breeze swept through the leaves of that tree,
I'd become the victor of of all my battles.
While under the branches, I'd stare out,
Visible to friends,
Unclear to strangers,
Camouflaged to all foe.
I would not be be questioned or dwelled upon.
The breeze would stop,
The mist would diminish,
The fog would lift along with my spirits.
I'd sit up, take a deep breath and continue on my journey.
What She Was (First Written in 1984)
She was an image of loveliness.
Her hair - a perfect length.
Her fingernails painted with a beautiful red polish.
Her eyes ...
They puzzled me, delightfully.
Her face - a mixture of Gods' greatest creations.
Her smile - a joyous vision.
Few times did she speak to me.
Yet, her sight was worth one-thousand words.
Her hair - a perfect length.
Her fingernails painted with a beautiful red polish.
Her eyes ...
They puzzled me, delightfully.
Her face - a mixture of Gods' greatest creations.
Her smile - a joyous vision.
Few times did she speak to me.
Yet, her sight was worth one-thousand words.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
I Would Have Sent You Flowers
I would have sent you flowers
But I don’t have your address.
I would have sent you kisses
Or a lingering caress.
Or some other costume to wear,
But I don’t know what size you are
And just how much you’d bare.
With such sparkle and radiant shine.
Or dinner at a posh new place
With tempting music and wine.
But none held right the sentiment.
And words, escape the belief I have
That you were heaven sent.
Or even sent a text,
But I’ve no clue what your number is.
This condition leaves me vexed.
And hold you in my arms.
Enchanted and elegant,
I fall for all your charms.
The sight of you is blurred.
For I have no picture to fawn upon
I know, it seems absurd.
When special things abound
I hope you get the things you wish
Long lost treasures found.
And laughter consumes this day
And magic moments tantalize
As you sail across the bay.
And make one wish with me
The moments that we’re scared to think about
Could come across to be.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
I Didn't Know You Were There
Coulda walked
A little bit past
Where I needed to go.
Coulda talked
A little bit fast,
But I just didn’t know.
Didn’t think
You would be there
So near me.
Didn’t blink
As you walked away
Tearily.
Didn’t know.
Didn’t see.
Never showed
How much
You meant to me.
Coulda cried
Through the night
Had I known
You were there
And you cared.
But I didn’t.
And you didn’t.
That’s clear to me
Now.
What can I say
Now that you
Went away?
Can’t hear me sobbing
On the city streets.
The rain is pouring
Coming down in sheets.
My face is soaked
With tears and rain.
What we had
Was so much pain.
But I’d trade it all
If it meant I’d see you again.
Coulda walked
A little bit past
Where I needed to go.
Coulda talked
A little bit fast,
But I just didn’t know.
Didn’t think it would hurt
To imagine your smile.
Didn’t think I’d be affected
After this long while.
Guess I was a fool,
then as before.
But can’t stay away from you
And can no longer ignore.
Come to me
And you’ll see
I can be
A better soul.
Staggering
Out of breath,
Leaning like a bum
Against the gas lamp pole
Water rushing
Through the gutter,
Sweeping trash and debris.
Like the rain in the night
Is cleansing me.
When they said it was you
And you were staring at me
Wish they told me sooner
So I could see.
I bet that you were radiant
Giving warmth like the sun.
Why didn’t you stay longer?
Why did you run?
Sitting in a puddle
Who really cares?
The whole world is flooded
No one answers my prayers.
Fame and fortune
Don’t mean a thing
Without you, your love
And you wearing my ring.
Coulda walked
A little bit past
Where I needed to go.
Coulda talked
A little bit fast,
But I just didn’t know.
You were there.
A little bit past
Where I needed to go.
Coulda talked
A little bit fast,
But I just didn’t know.
Didn’t think
You would be there
So near me.
Didn’t blink
As you walked away
Tearily.
Didn’t know.
Didn’t see.
Never showed
How much
You meant to me.
Coulda cried
Through the night
Had I known
You were there
And you cared.
But I didn’t.
And you didn’t.
That’s clear to me
Now.
What can I say
Now that you
Went away?
Can’t hear me sobbing
On the city streets.
The rain is pouring
Coming down in sheets.
My face is soaked
With tears and rain.
What we had
Was so much pain.
But I’d trade it all
If it meant I’d see you again.
Coulda walked
A little bit past
Where I needed to go.
Coulda talked
A little bit fast,
But I just didn’t know.
Didn’t think it would hurt
To imagine your smile.
Didn’t think I’d be affected
After this long while.
Guess I was a fool,
then as before.
But can’t stay away from you
And can no longer ignore.
Come to me
And you’ll see
I can be
A better soul.
Staggering
Out of breath,
Leaning like a bum
Against the gas lamp pole
Water rushing
Through the gutter,
Sweeping trash and debris.
Like the rain in the night
Is cleansing me.
When they said it was you
And you were staring at me
Wish they told me sooner
So I could see.
I bet that you were radiant
Giving warmth like the sun.
Why didn’t you stay longer?
Why did you run?
Sitting in a puddle
Who really cares?
The whole world is flooded
No one answers my prayers.
Fame and fortune
Don’t mean a thing
Without you, your love
And you wearing my ring.
Coulda walked
A little bit past
Where I needed to go.
Coulda talked
A little bit fast,
But I just didn’t know.
You were there.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Misplaced Lucky Charm
Is that you
Standing there
I can’t see
Past the past
Is that you
Standing there
The one who said
We would last
Forever
Thrown away
All your trinkets
Teddy bears
And notes now false
Tossed aside
Dreams of tomorrows
Hide inside
All my sorrows
Said goodbye
To favorite places
Gone away
Familiar faces
Is that you
Standing there
Is that you
Without a care
Is that you
Standing there
Can’t believe
You would even dare
Come back to me
And my home
For these busy streets
Make me feel alone
Hold me now
Like before
Tell me how
You adore
To see me now
As once I was
To love again
Just because
You see me
Standing here
I look away
Although you’re near
Come back to me
My one true love
Come back and see
I’ve risen above
All the petty
And hate
And now you’re back
As if by fate
Is that you
Still standing there
Don’t you know me
And the love we shared
Oh, please excuse me
I meant you no harm
I mistook you
For my misplaced
Lucky charm
Standing there
I can’t see
Past the past
Is that you
Standing there
The one who said
We would last
Forever
Thrown away
All your trinkets
Teddy bears
And notes now false
Tossed aside
Dreams of tomorrows
Hide inside
All my sorrows
Said goodbye
To favorite places
Gone away
Familiar faces
Is that you
Standing there
Is that you
Without a care
Is that you
Standing there
Can’t believe
You would even dare
Come back to me
And my home
For these busy streets
Make me feel alone
Hold me now
Like before
Tell me how
You adore
To see me now
As once I was
To love again
Just because
You see me
Standing here
I look away
Although you’re near
Come back to me
My one true love
Come back and see
I’ve risen above
All the petty
And hate
And now you’re back
As if by fate
Is that you
Still standing there
Don’t you know me
And the love we shared
Oh, please excuse me
I meant you no harm
I mistook you
For my misplaced
Lucky charm
Monday, June 08, 2009
He Never Kissed the Girl
He never kissed the girl,
For all her charm.
He never kissed the girl,
For all she could disarm.
He saw her go to islands
and party with an old rock star.
Heard about her trip to China
Where a billion other men are.
Wanted to go sailing
on a blue boat across a green bay.
Wanted to have music and lyrics,
but he had nothing new to say.
He never kissed the girl,
For all her charm.
He never kissed the girl,
For all she could disarm.
He felt her pain in losing
a love that was no good.
And though there was much fighting
he really understood.
He smiled about the Greek god
who flew in dark as night.
And though he trembled at thought of it
He knew if this guy said “I do”, she just might.
He never kissed the girl,
For all her charm.
He never kissed the girl,
For all she could disarm.
He thought about her laces
and trunk, full of surprise
and how her hair would cascade
and how she’d hold her eyes.
And about the life she’s lived so far
And of how he first got hooked.
Imagined the way she strummed her guitar
And could taste the meals she cooked.
He never kissed the girl,
For all her charm.
He never kissed the girl,
For all she could disarm.
He says hello
time and again.
They reminisce
about the past and when
he said he loved her
and she just grinned.
He’s not saying but
he may still toss and turn in the night.
He may still picture her
and yearn in delight
He may not get it
but she still shines a light
on the things he thinks about
and he still thinks about how
He never kissed the girl,
For all her charm.
He never kissed the girl,
For all she could disarm.
For all her charm.
He never kissed the girl,
For all she could disarm.
He saw her go to islands
and party with an old rock star.
Heard about her trip to China
Where a billion other men are.
Wanted to go sailing
on a blue boat across a green bay.
Wanted to have music and lyrics,
but he had nothing new to say.
He never kissed the girl,
For all her charm.
He never kissed the girl,
For all she could disarm.
He felt her pain in losing
a love that was no good.
And though there was much fighting
he really understood.
He smiled about the Greek god
who flew in dark as night.
And though he trembled at thought of it
He knew if this guy said “I do”, she just might.
He never kissed the girl,
For all her charm.
He never kissed the girl,
For all she could disarm.
He thought about her laces
and trunk, full of surprise
and how her hair would cascade
and how she’d hold her eyes.
And about the life she’s lived so far
And of how he first got hooked.
Imagined the way she strummed her guitar
And could taste the meals she cooked.
He never kissed the girl,
For all her charm.
He never kissed the girl,
For all she could disarm.
He says hello
time and again.
They reminisce
about the past and when
he said he loved her
and she just grinned.
He’s not saying but
he may still toss and turn in the night.
He may still picture her
and yearn in delight
He may not get it
but she still shines a light
on the things he thinks about
and he still thinks about how
He never kissed the girl,
For all her charm.
He never kissed the girl,
For all she could disarm.
In the Moment
She flirts with boys and men.
Forgets where she left her pen.
Works in the bookstore across the town.
Likes it best when the guys come around.
Drinks in bars with billiard balls.
Dances with her girls and nearly falls.
Laughs out loud in a fire burst.
Practices pick up lines, well rehearsed.
Goes to yoga to try to relax.
Stretches her mind, her body
and tightens her …
just ask.
Jogs around the track
way too late at night.
She’s a jumble of emotions,
none of them is fright.
She’s crazy busy
and has had her fill.
Would love a place to write
up on Beacon Hill.
She likes to fish and dance.
Take the bike out for a spin.
Likes to find her way out
of the trouble she gets herself in.
She’s an artist.
To some a sinner, to some a saint.
She’ll be the first to tell ya
that either one, she ain’t.
She just lives her life in the moment
and lets the moment take her there.
She’s feels alive in the moment
the moment she has no care.
Forgets where she left her pen.
Works in the bookstore across the town.
Likes it best when the guys come around.
Drinks in bars with billiard balls.
Dances with her girls and nearly falls.
Laughs out loud in a fire burst.
Practices pick up lines, well rehearsed.
Goes to yoga to try to relax.
Stretches her mind, her body
and tightens her …
just ask.
Jogs around the track
way too late at night.
She’s a jumble of emotions,
none of them is fright.
She’s crazy busy
and has had her fill.
Would love a place to write
up on Beacon Hill.
She likes to fish and dance.
Take the bike out for a spin.
Likes to find her way out
of the trouble she gets herself in.
She’s an artist.
To some a sinner, to some a saint.
She’ll be the first to tell ya
that either one, she ain’t.
She just lives her life in the moment
and lets the moment take her there.
She’s feels alive in the moment
the moment she has no care.
Just Understand Her
She speaks two languages
But still feels misunderstood.
Will translate if needed,
But really wishes you would.
Listen when she speaks
She got things bottled up inside
But that bottle has some leaks.
And chocolate too
For breakfast inns
And attention from you.
Listen when she speaks
She got things bottled up inside
But that bottle has some leaks.
Imagined a torrid affair.
She wished it was you
who was meeting her there.
The dark and the light.
And the one left at home
Who stayed up late into the night.
Listen when she speaks
She got things bottled up inside
But that bottle has some leaks.
Quiet and cold
To others exciting,
A temptress, so bold.
And falls to floor.
Leans against the bathtub
As lonely tears pour.
Listen when she speaks
She got things bottle up inside
But that bottle has some leaks.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Chickadee and Pigeons
She walks through the garden
it's all covered in snow
she'd walk with purpose
if she knew where to go.
icy brick and stone
lands on his back
a fear flashes - will he die alone?
cluster by the bench
feeding on bread and seed
from an old lady with an old stench.
speed along the street
no one stops to help the man
as he makes it back on his feet.
yellow, red or green
everyone moves in every direction
a very chaotic scene.
pink gloves upon her hands.
Across the way she sees him there
and the puddle of slush in which he stands.
and straighten and preen
she waves a little to this stranger
his smile the brightest she'd ever seen.
not from cold
but from her forwardness
and finally acting bold.
she giggled at the fuss.
He should have looked the other way
to avoid the speeding bus.
drowned out her anguished cry
All the ruckus did induce
the chickadee and pigeon to fly.
alone, as he had feared
but near the wings of an angel
who had suddenly disappeared.
Sitting Here
Sitting here on this plane
Heading toward her and their weekend
Planned for months, just where to see her
A book with empty pages, and a favorite pen.
Sitting here in this taxi
Stuck in traffic, and it sure is hot
Finds he’s thinking about what she’ll be wearing.
In this weather, she could be revealing quite a lot.
Sitting here in this hotel lobby
The park’s across the street, what a view.
She slinks behind him with lips barely by his ear.
She smells like heaven and whispers, “Is it really you?”
Sitting here on this bench
Green trees that tower
Surrounded by every color of flower
They’ve been here for hours
And nothing is written
‘cause both have been bitten
By a bug that fogs their eyes.
Heading toward her and their weekend
Planned for months, just where to see her
A book with empty pages, and a favorite pen.
Sitting here in this taxi
Stuck in traffic, and it sure is hot
Finds he’s thinking about what she’ll be wearing.
In this weather, she could be revealing quite a lot.
Sitting here in this hotel lobby
The park’s across the street, what a view.
She slinks behind him with lips barely by his ear.
She smells like heaven and whispers, “Is it really you?”
Sitting here on this bench
Green trees that tower
Surrounded by every color of flower
They’ve been here for hours
And nothing is written
‘cause both have been bitten
By a bug that fogs their eyes.
Never mind, Bye-bye.
Look,
My eyes are dry
For I did not cry
Even though
You passed me right on by.
Can you tell me why
You didn’t even try?
Maybe I should lie
And not tell you
I thought I’d die.
You brought me up so high.
Just wanted to stay there and fly
Soar across the twilight sky.
Did I act too coy,
Did I act to shy?
I’m breathless now,
just one more sigh.
My arms, my hands, my tongue you tie.
Stumble and trip
can’t even blurt out, “hi”
Now you’ve gone so fast, and my…
Never mind,
Bye-bye.
My eyes are dry
For I did not cry
Even though
You passed me right on by.
Can you tell me why
You didn’t even try?
Maybe I should lie
And not tell you
I thought I’d die.
You brought me up so high.
Just wanted to stay there and fly
Soar across the twilight sky.
Did I act too coy,
Did I act to shy?
I’m breathless now,
just one more sigh.
My arms, my hands, my tongue you tie.
Stumble and trip
can’t even blurt out, “hi”
Now you’ve gone so fast, and my…
Never mind,
Bye-bye.
I Can Tell
She dreams in color
But no one believes her
She doesn’t care
She knows what she sees
And she sees you
I can tell
When I look in her eyes
In the morning
Past the shine
And sheen
And sparkle that’s there
You put it there
I can tell
She says in her dreams
She’s always flying
Like a hero
A bird
Or a kite
And she believes in it all
She says so
All through the night.
And when she flies
She calls out your name
With a passion meant for a king
When she wakes with the dawns’ light
She tells me she didn’t dream of a thing.
But I can tell
She’s dreaming
Every night
of a better place
She dreaming
of her kingdom
and dresses of lace.
And flowers
Vivid and bold
And shoes and stories
untold
But she tells me
Her dreams are never of you.
But I can tell
She’s lying
Because the smile she wears
Wasn’t put there by me
And the songs
that she sings
Are never off key
When she dreams
In color
And of you.
But no one believes her
She doesn’t care
She knows what she sees
And she sees you
I can tell
When I look in her eyes
In the morning
Past the shine
And sheen
And sparkle that’s there
You put it there
I can tell
She says in her dreams
She’s always flying
Like a hero
A bird
Or a kite
And she believes in it all
She says so
All through the night.
And when she flies
She calls out your name
With a passion meant for a king
When she wakes with the dawns’ light
She tells me she didn’t dream of a thing.
But I can tell
She’s dreaming
Every night
of a better place
She dreaming
of her kingdom
and dresses of lace.
And flowers
Vivid and bold
And shoes and stories
untold
But she tells me
Her dreams are never of you.
But I can tell
She’s lying
Because the smile she wears
Wasn’t put there by me
And the songs
that she sings
Are never off key
When she dreams
In color
And of you.
For Now
So close
but cannot touch you.
So close
and though I reach for you
you don’t see me
Crying out
so you can hear me
Crying out
please be near me.
But you keep walking away.
Evening streets
wet with rain.
Dreams flow like the current
down the drain.
Impossible, you say.
Am I dreaming
when I see your face?
Hear me screaming
before your door I pace.
Are you even home?
Clap of thunder
echoes loudly.
Gothic statues
sit so proudly.
Only I cower in the night.
Headlights cut
across the growing mist
whisked away
the woman kissed
for now.
but cannot touch you.
So close
and though I reach for you
you don’t see me
Crying out
so you can hear me
Crying out
please be near me.
But you keep walking away.
Evening streets
wet with rain.
Dreams flow like the current
down the drain.
Impossible, you say.
Am I dreaming
when I see your face?
Hear me screaming
before your door I pace.
Are you even home?
Clap of thunder
echoes loudly.
Gothic statues
sit so proudly.
Only I cower in the night.
Headlights cut
across the growing mist
whisked away
the woman kissed
for now.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
I’ve Already had my Dream.
We met in the city
where thousands have before.
By flower carts and souvenirs
and cobbled streets of yore.
The musky scent of vanilla
filled the space around you.
My heart beat fast, for once again,
I had found you.
We coupled our hands,
a rare and special treat.
Must have been floating,
swept off our feet.
Giggled and smiled
over tales recent and old.
Held our breath in anticipation
about plans to unfold.
Remarked at our shadows.
How they made a good team.
Good night, my love.
I’ve already had my dream.
where thousands have before.
By flower carts and souvenirs
and cobbled streets of yore.
The musky scent of vanilla
filled the space around you.
My heart beat fast, for once again,
I had found you.
We coupled our hands,
a rare and special treat.
Must have been floating,
swept off our feet.
Giggled and smiled
over tales recent and old.
Held our breath in anticipation
about plans to unfold.
Remarked at our shadows.
How they made a good team.
Good night, my love.
I’ve already had my dream.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Forever
And I try to remember
the things that we saw
when the sun sizzled in the ocean
and our hunger started to gnaw
And hearts beat faster
under skies that were golden
and sand on the beach
was still warm as fog rolled in
And the waves were crashing
upon the rocks nearby
as my finger tips
wiped a salty tear from your eye
And the gulls were swooning
crying out as they passed
and we caught ourselves dreaming
how long would the moment last?
And I struggle now to remember
the scent that you wore
that drew me into you and
your body to explore
Gone is the taste of you
and sweetness of your lips
and I'm loosing sight of you
as my memory slips
There was a word
you whispered with fear
I'm your "forever"
still rings in my ear
the things that we saw
when the sun sizzled in the ocean
and our hunger started to gnaw
And hearts beat faster
under skies that were golden
and sand on the beach
was still warm as fog rolled in
And the waves were crashing
upon the rocks nearby
as my finger tips
wiped a salty tear from your eye
And the gulls were swooning
crying out as they passed
and we caught ourselves dreaming
how long would the moment last?
And I struggle now to remember
the scent that you wore
that drew me into you and
your body to explore
Gone is the taste of you
and sweetness of your lips
and I'm loosing sight of you
as my memory slips
There was a word
you whispered with fear
I'm your "forever"
still rings in my ear
Certainty
I know there are some things I could be saying.
I know there are some things going on.
I know there's a cool wind blowing
And I know that maybe, I might be wrong.
I know that there's music playing.
I know you hear it in your heart.
I can feel the muses playing
even though we're so far apart.
And I can hear the waves come crashing
reaching up across the midnight shore
where two lovers are walking
across our footprints that were there before.
I know the candlelight flickers
against the window pane
I know that scent that fills the room;
vanilla musk or rain.
And I know I may just be dreaming;
a writer alone with pen.
And I know I ache for that distant coast
and a chance to be back again.
And I know that the warmth that you feel tonight
that it may not come from me.
But I also know, that I don't know much;
of that there is certainty.
I know there are some things going on.
I know there's a cool wind blowing
And I know that maybe, I might be wrong.
I know that there's music playing.
I know you hear it in your heart.
I can feel the muses playing
even though we're so far apart.
And I can hear the waves come crashing
reaching up across the midnight shore
where two lovers are walking
across our footprints that were there before.
I know the candlelight flickers
against the window pane
I know that scent that fills the room;
vanilla musk or rain.
And I know I may just be dreaming;
a writer alone with pen.
And I know I ache for that distant coast
and a chance to be back again.
And I know that the warmth that you feel tonight
that it may not come from me.
But I also know, that I don't know much;
of that there is certainty.
May Blooms
May blooms
flowers and life
of every color.
Get out of darkened rooms
shed the strife
this very hour.
Drink in the sun
rays so warm
and illuminating light.
'Tis no dry run
no act to perform
no extricated plight.
Let the season rule
and full the bosom
with fragrant signs of spring.
Don't play the fool
or be so glum
or to the past firmly cling.
Four seasons to the year
each one its own commencement
each one its own demise.
No reasons for the fear
a thing to dispense with
lean back and dream upward toward the skies.
flowers and life
of every color.
Get out of darkened rooms
shed the strife
this very hour.
Drink in the sun
rays so warm
and illuminating light.
'Tis no dry run
no act to perform
no extricated plight.
Let the season rule
and full the bosom
with fragrant signs of spring.
Don't play the fool
or be so glum
or to the past firmly cling.
Four seasons to the year
each one its own commencement
each one its own demise.
No reasons for the fear
a thing to dispense with
lean back and dream upward toward the skies.
Ruminate
She sits atop her artists’ loft
and ruminates in the afternoon sun;
it's beams brightening tree tops in the park
while shadows close in.
She sits in her flea market chair, so soft
and recalls the day of fun
not this one, but one before, when life was dark
but she relished all the sin.
She ponders how she got here
fresh art just completed;
dressed fancifully, for herself
and the hope that he may come by.
She's comfortable now, less in fear
and has found the missing pieces she's needed.
Anxieties and jealousies, not gone, but locked in a box on a shelf
though she still longed for him; no reason now to lie.
She sips her tea past painted lips
the warmness trickles down her throat;
her hands now steady
and she stares out the window with steely eyes.
She blinks them fast, they lash like whips
as she recalls his scribbled note
and foolishly she stays at the ready
crossing, and uncrossing her thighs.
She takes a deep breath
swallows hard and pleads;
When there's a buzz at the door
is it her future, or the embodiment of her past deeds?
and ruminates in the afternoon sun;
it's beams brightening tree tops in the park
while shadows close in.
She sits in her flea market chair, so soft
and recalls the day of fun
not this one, but one before, when life was dark
but she relished all the sin.
She ponders how she got here
fresh art just completed;
dressed fancifully, for herself
and the hope that he may come by.
She's comfortable now, less in fear
and has found the missing pieces she's needed.
Anxieties and jealousies, not gone, but locked in a box on a shelf
though she still longed for him; no reason now to lie.
She sips her tea past painted lips
the warmness trickles down her throat;
her hands now steady
and she stares out the window with steely eyes.
She blinks them fast, they lash like whips
as she recalls his scribbled note
and foolishly she stays at the ready
crossing, and uncrossing her thighs.
She takes a deep breath
swallows hard and pleads;
When there's a buzz at the door
is it her future, or the embodiment of her past deeds?
Saturday, April 25, 2009
There She Danced
There she danced
in a flowing gown
and flowing hair
that also danced
as she spun around.
Her eyes were locked
clearly in love.
To those around
the couple fit together
like hand in glove.
She dipped and glided
in a ghoulish figures' arms.
Who could blame her?
For no one was immune
to his darkish charms.
The music reminiscent
a soundtrack to his dreams
of she and he dancing
in a Newport mansion
across orange sunset beams.
Yes, he saw this couple
in all their grace.
The look of love
and stories untold
animated her lovely face.
He smiled and sat
and sipped his drink.
He was happy for them
and for her
though started to blink.
What was this habit
he seemed always bound
of witnessing the women
he cared about
paraded around?
He knew too of his dear friend
on this very night
Who too was off celebrating.
Gone clubbing
in attire so tight.
She too loved the music
and the attention from eyes.
The rhythm, the lyrics
would induce her
to hypnotize.
And for she he was happy
for all her troubles, to still smile.
It gave him great strength
and made passing pain
worthwhile.
Was he like a teacher
whose students all leave?
The sign of success
when they go forth
and achieve?
Was he the one held back?
Not by grades or behavior
but by thinking he was
Superman
or some grand savior.
The music soon faded
the last dance
was then called.
He sickened himself.
He felt so appalled.
For he had a lover
for whom his life was built.
His soul mate
and companion
Now he wore a blanket of guilt.
He summoned his driver
with a flick of his wrist.
Settled and sleepy in the backseat
he dreamed of each woman
he wished he had kissed.
in a flowing gown
and flowing hair
that also danced
as she spun around.
Her eyes were locked
clearly in love.
To those around
the couple fit together
like hand in glove.
She dipped and glided
in a ghoulish figures' arms.
Who could blame her?
For no one was immune
to his darkish charms.
The music reminiscent
a soundtrack to his dreams
of she and he dancing
in a Newport mansion
across orange sunset beams.
Yes, he saw this couple
in all their grace.
The look of love
and stories untold
animated her lovely face.
He smiled and sat
and sipped his drink.
He was happy for them
and for her
though started to blink.
What was this habit
he seemed always bound
of witnessing the women
he cared about
paraded around?
He knew too of his dear friend
on this very night
Who too was off celebrating.
Gone clubbing
in attire so tight.
She too loved the music
and the attention from eyes.
The rhythm, the lyrics
would induce her
to hypnotize.
And for she he was happy
for all her troubles, to still smile.
It gave him great strength
and made passing pain
worthwhile.
Was he like a teacher
whose students all leave?
The sign of success
when they go forth
and achieve?
Was he the one held back?
Not by grades or behavior
but by thinking he was
Superman
or some grand savior.
The music soon faded
the last dance
was then called.
He sickened himself.
He felt so appalled.
For he had a lover
for whom his life was built.
His soul mate
and companion
Now he wore a blanket of guilt.
He summoned his driver
with a flick of his wrist.
Settled and sleepy in the backseat
he dreamed of each woman
he wished he had kissed.
Mr. Swanson
Mr. Swanson was a man
who had lots of love,
and he wore his money
like a groomsman a glove.
Reluctant but dapper
never photographed with a frown.
He took his love and his money
and spread both all around.
He bought Betty a flower stand
and Rose a salon.
Tara sold linens and other things
to lay upon.
He gave Jewel a cafe
in the heart of the city;
and Kendra sold vases
and small things so pretty.
To Laura a bookstore,
up on a hill
and Candy a dress shop,
to help with her bills.
He bought Annie a farm,
for romps in the hay.
and Shelly gave tours
on a boat in the bay.
who had lots of love,
and he wore his money
like a groomsman a glove.
Reluctant but dapper
never photographed with a frown.
He took his love and his money
and spread both all around.
He bought Betty a flower stand
and Rose a salon.
Tara sold linens and other things
to lay upon.
He gave Jewel a cafe
in the heart of the city;
and Kendra sold vases
and small things so pretty.
To Laura a bookstore,
up on a hill
and Candy a dress shop,
to help with her bills.
He bought Annie a farm,
for romps in the hay.
and Shelly gave tours
on a boat in the bay.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Another Early Morning
Another early morning.
Gray light and whispers.
Another dream
eking to get through.
She stretches 'cross the covers
pulls back the sheet,
feels the cold floor
slam against her feet.
She lingers by the mattress,
thinks things better left unsaid.
Wonders if she should bother
to even make the bed.
Reflected in the mirror
it causes her to pause.
"Not half-bad" she murmurs
before uncovering her flaws.
Soon the tepid showers
drip across her skin
as she thinks about future battles
and which one's she'll win.
A thirsty towel
with worn and ragged ends.
Oversized, it folds around her
and dries her as she bends.
She forgoes the coffee,
the cottage cheese and toast.
Combs out her hair, dabs on some makeup
and lip gloss at most.
Where is she headed
what will she do?
Does she have any idea?
Is she thinking of you?
Gray light and whispers.
Another dream
eking to get through.
She stretches 'cross the covers
pulls back the sheet,
feels the cold floor
slam against her feet.
She lingers by the mattress,
thinks things better left unsaid.
Wonders if she should bother
to even make the bed.
Reflected in the mirror
it causes her to pause.
"Not half-bad" she murmurs
before uncovering her flaws.
Soon the tepid showers
drip across her skin
as she thinks about future battles
and which one's she'll win.
A thirsty towel
with worn and ragged ends.
Oversized, it folds around her
and dries her as she bends.
She forgoes the coffee,
the cottage cheese and toast.
Combs out her hair, dabs on some makeup
and lip gloss at most.
Where is she headed
what will she do?
Does she have any idea?
Is she thinking of you?
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Can I Keep You Warm
Can I keep you warm
on a cold, cold night?
Can these arms turn away
the awful fright?
Do you miss me
like I miss you?
Are you caught up
and confused?
Do you let your mind
wonder about us?
Do you think it's strange
there's so much we don't discuss?
Can you feel my hand
brush up against yours?
Do you think we'll ever
unlock those doors?
Do you catch yourself
through the day
dreaming of me
and the words you'd say?
Do you live your life
as though I'm not there?
Or do you learn new things
with hopes to share?
Do you like my songs
and hear me sing?
Is it all forgot?
Can we do anything?
Have you found that man
you've been searching for?
The one who brings you joy.
The one I abhor?
When you touch his face
and feel his kiss
do you ever think of me
and times that we missed?
Do you blame me now
for how you feel?
You thought you were dreaming
but your dreams are real.
Will you dance with me?
will you hold me tight?
Even if I'm not there
on a cold, cold night.
on a cold, cold night?
Can these arms turn away
the awful fright?
Do you miss me
like I miss you?
Are you caught up
and confused?
Do you let your mind
wonder about us?
Do you think it's strange
there's so much we don't discuss?
Can you feel my hand
brush up against yours?
Do you think we'll ever
unlock those doors?
Do you catch yourself
through the day
dreaming of me
and the words you'd say?
Do you live your life
as though I'm not there?
Or do you learn new things
with hopes to share?
Do you like my songs
and hear me sing?
Is it all forgot?
Can we do anything?
Have you found that man
you've been searching for?
The one who brings you joy.
The one I abhor?
When you touch his face
and feel his kiss
do you ever think of me
and times that we missed?
Do you blame me now
for how you feel?
You thought you were dreaming
but your dreams are real.
Will you dance with me?
will you hold me tight?
Even if I'm not there
on a cold, cold night.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Needing Boston
Sullen and searching,
missing her
with a rediscovered yearning.
A long and sorted history
runs through his veins
as he reminisces
about her knowledge
and sarcasm;
her wit and way of making
everything urgent
yet making time;
forcing you to meander;
to smell spring roses
or marvel over winters’
twinkling lights.
He longed for her,
recalling the things she taught him
as a younger man.
With hubris he remembers,
wanting to control her.
In time he learned
no one man could.
His heart began a familiar ache,
anticipation replaced with anxiety,
for he knew it was impossible
to be near her.
He would have to be content
with pictures,
mostly in his minds eye,
imagining the pleasant scent
she lavished on those who came near.
His eyes rolled back
as he recounted the succulent taste of her
and all she had to offer in the evening hours,
and indeed throughout the day.
He grinned at her athleticism,
her competitive heart of a true champion.
He would be in awe of her innovation
and find irritation in her seemingly old fashioned ways,
yet she never failed to amaze him
with her entrepreneurial spirit.
He missed her in a way inadequate to express.
She pulled at him.
Though she would never cry for him,
he felt,
believed,
hoped,
that she missed him too,
and that the longing that he was feeling
was not habit,
the season,
or weakness,
but the mutual pull.
Her subtly, yet undeniably
calling him back to her.
He missed her,
he would never deny it.
It sometimes still lead to tears.
Could he ever return to her?
Would she welcome him,
or shun him with indifference?
The passion he felt was useless to resist,
he knew he was only delaying the inevitable.
Perhaps the time was not yet right.
Perhaps he needed more distance from her,
to gain a perspective.
He wished she wasn't so cold sometimes,
but that too was inevitable.
He watched from a distance,
to learn what she was doing;
how she was evolving,
but the distance often grew maddening.
He felt like a prisoner - exiled.
It was too much to bear.
He had to find a way to reunite with her,
to regenerate in her embrace.
He needed to get back to her.
He needed to return to his beloved city.
He needed Boston.
missing her
with a rediscovered yearning.
A long and sorted history
runs through his veins
as he reminisces
about her knowledge
and sarcasm;
her wit and way of making
everything urgent
yet making time;
forcing you to meander;
to smell spring roses
or marvel over winters’
twinkling lights.
He longed for her,
recalling the things she taught him
as a younger man.
With hubris he remembers,
wanting to control her.
In time he learned
no one man could.
His heart began a familiar ache,
anticipation replaced with anxiety,
for he knew it was impossible
to be near her.
He would have to be content
with pictures,
mostly in his minds eye,
imagining the pleasant scent
she lavished on those who came near.
His eyes rolled back
as he recounted the succulent taste of her
and all she had to offer in the evening hours,
and indeed throughout the day.
He grinned at her athleticism,
her competitive heart of a true champion.
He would be in awe of her innovation
and find irritation in her seemingly old fashioned ways,
yet she never failed to amaze him
with her entrepreneurial spirit.
He missed her in a way inadequate to express.
She pulled at him.
Though she would never cry for him,
he felt,
believed,
hoped,
that she missed him too,
and that the longing that he was feeling
was not habit,
the season,
or weakness,
but the mutual pull.
Her subtly, yet undeniably
calling him back to her.
He missed her,
he would never deny it.
It sometimes still lead to tears.
Could he ever return to her?
Would she welcome him,
or shun him with indifference?
The passion he felt was useless to resist,
he knew he was only delaying the inevitable.
Perhaps the time was not yet right.
Perhaps he needed more distance from her,
to gain a perspective.
He wished she wasn't so cold sometimes,
but that too was inevitable.
He watched from a distance,
to learn what she was doing;
how she was evolving,
but the distance often grew maddening.
He felt like a prisoner - exiled.
It was too much to bear.
He had to find a way to reunite with her,
to regenerate in her embrace.
He needed to get back to her.
He needed to return to his beloved city.
He needed Boston.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Oh Me, I'm Fine
Staring out.
Out at you.
Sitting over.
Over there.
Hear your laughing.
Sounds like
Cackling.
Oh, how it brings
Such despair.
Ever reaching.
For the lighter
Or a match.
There’s your lover.
Ever present.
Such a catch.
Start their billow.
Shake my head.
We shared a pillow.
That you’ve been driving.
Not shocked you have it.
With all your conniving.
Your contemplating.
So glad to see
You’ve started dating.
And so’s your face
Erased all the ugly
Not a trace.
Those jeans are tight?
Oh me, I’m fine.
I’ll be all right.
Did She Hear You?
Did she hear you
when you called out her name?
Did she hear you
when you cried out in pain?
or did she ignore
the way you did
when you walked out her door?
sitting on your bed.
Lonely
but with voices
screaming in your head.
If only
things were left unsaid.
and drafty doors
laughing people
and open sores.
Magic wonders
that never cease
a band of drummers
who can't find peace.
and cry in showers
you drink alone
for what seems like hours.
a familiar tune
but you don't answer
it’s too soon.
on display
and beg to remember
what you want to say.
when you called out her name?
Did she hear you
when you cried out in pain?
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Across the River
I set my sights
across the river.
I know my dreams,
and prayers will be delivered.
At night I sit
on the rooftop,
gargoyles and cherubs
my only friends.
I breathe the air
from across the river,
the stirring in my stomach
never ends.
I’ve seen those people
across the river
seen their towers
that scrape the sky.
I want to be
with those people
across the river
I cannot lie.
To meet those people
across the river blue,
to visit their museums
and act as the educated do.
To dance in ballrooms
people swept across the floor.
To take stolen glances
and find the one I adore.
They’re across the river
so we’ve yet to meet
but once I cross that river
my heart will be complete.
Yes, one day I’ll cross that river.
The Rubicon will fall.
Just need to get off this rooftop.
That is all.
across the river.
I know my dreams,
and prayers will be delivered.
At night I sit
on the rooftop,
gargoyles and cherubs
my only friends.
I breathe the air
from across the river,
the stirring in my stomach
never ends.
I’ve seen those people
across the river
seen their towers
that scrape the sky.
I want to be
with those people
across the river
I cannot lie.
To meet those people
across the river blue,
to visit their museums
and act as the educated do.
To dance in ballrooms
people swept across the floor.
To take stolen glances
and find the one I adore.
They’re across the river
so we’ve yet to meet
but once I cross that river
my heart will be complete.
Yes, one day I’ll cross that river.
The Rubicon will fall.
Just need to get off this rooftop.
That is all.
Insensate Murmurings
Careless mutterings
fall from lips
like foliage whisked from a tree
Insensate murmurings
hands on hips
and calls of insincerity
Sips of tea
as hours turn
from two digits into one
and bleary eyes
squint and yearn
to comprehend what is done
Moonlight gives
but little aid
to darkened paths once tread
and courage is
the debt that's paid
for avarice turned to greed and dread
Simple times
may return
and comfort fill the purse
until those times
the rest will burn
crestfallen with this curse.
fall from lips
like foliage whisked from a tree
Insensate murmurings
hands on hips
and calls of insincerity
Sips of tea
as hours turn
from two digits into one
and bleary eyes
squint and yearn
to comprehend what is done
Moonlight gives
but little aid
to darkened paths once tread
and courage is
the debt that's paid
for avarice turned to greed and dread
Simple times
may return
and comfort fill the purse
until those times
the rest will burn
crestfallen with this curse.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Where is the Voice
Where is the voice
that melts and soothes?
Where is the voice
the seduces and excites?
Where is the voice
that brings warmth and caring
and well-being, a knowing
that it will all be all right?
Where is the voice?
Only the sound of wind
no birds
no traffic
no buzzing of bees;
no sense
all lost
you fall to your knees.
Where are the whispers
that ring in the ears?
Where is the passion
that brings one to tears?
Where is the laughter
that eases the pain
Why only silence
even in this rain?
Where is the medley
promised long ago?
Where is the goodnight story
told with lights dimmed low?
Where is the voice
that brought comfort and peace;
enthusiasm, and renewal
of life's short lease?
that melts and soothes?
Where is the voice
the seduces and excites?
Where is the voice
that brings warmth and caring
and well-being, a knowing
that it will all be all right?
Where is the voice?
Only the sound of wind
no birds
no traffic
no buzzing of bees;
no sense
all lost
you fall to your knees.
Where are the whispers
that ring in the ears?
Where is the passion
that brings one to tears?
Where is the laughter
that eases the pain
Why only silence
even in this rain?
Where is the medley
promised long ago?
Where is the goodnight story
told with lights dimmed low?
Where is the voice
that brought comfort and peace;
enthusiasm, and renewal
of life's short lease?
How Do I Get to You?
How do I get to you?
You always seem to get to me.
I stare at maps
and daydream of flights.
I stare at stars
and imagine nights
spent alone with you.
You pull me closer,
closer still.
You tend my wounds,
restore my will.
Nurture beauty
with your grace.
Wipe the tears
that streak my face.
You lift my chin
with your easy smile.
Soothe my tremors
for just a while.
We praise the night
and what shadows hide.
The chilly city lights
hurry us back inside.
A life full of words
none of which empathize
until you see them
spoken with my eyes.
You always seem to get to me.
I stare at maps
and daydream of flights.
I stare at stars
and imagine nights
spent alone with you.
You pull me closer,
closer still.
You tend my wounds,
restore my will.
Nurture beauty
with your grace.
Wipe the tears
that streak my face.
You lift my chin
with your easy smile.
Soothe my tremors
for just a while.
We praise the night
and what shadows hide.
The chilly city lights
hurry us back inside.
A life full of words
none of which empathize
until you see them
spoken with my eyes.
Whisper
I heard a voice;
a fairy's whisper;
calling in the night.
It was fleeting;
just this whisper;
but I knew things would be alright.
I couldn't see;
'twas just a whisper
unfolding in my ear.
Unmistakable;
this tiny whisper;
undeniably clear.
It brought a smile;
this wispy whisper;
and renewed my hope once more.
Oh, to hear it;
this imagined whisper;
no longer a thing of lore.
a fairy's whisper;
calling in the night.
It was fleeting;
just this whisper;
but I knew things would be alright.
I couldn't see;
'twas just a whisper
unfolding in my ear.
Unmistakable;
this tiny whisper;
undeniably clear.
It brought a smile;
this wispy whisper;
and renewed my hope once more.
Oh, to hear it;
this imagined whisper;
no longer a thing of lore.
Wrinkled Bed Sheets
Looking at wrinkles in the bed sheets
a signal you were there.
Dented pillow still filled with your scent;
lost in thought, I stare.
Sun streams through the gaps in blinds;
piercing the darkened room
like bullet holes in a war torn land;
a quiet peace mixed with impending doom.
Your fingertips escape me;
there's only remnants of your hair.
No morning kiss to greet you;
no midnight dreams to share.
Quiet in this lonely room;
no music, laughs or sighs;
just the haphazard breathing
while rubbing sleep from my eyes.
I lick my lips to taste you;
but your flavor has long since faded;
and the absence of it, and of you
has left me raw and jagged.
a signal you were there.
Dented pillow still filled with your scent;
lost in thought, I stare.
Sun streams through the gaps in blinds;
piercing the darkened room
like bullet holes in a war torn land;
a quiet peace mixed with impending doom.
Your fingertips escape me;
there's only remnants of your hair.
No morning kiss to greet you;
no midnight dreams to share.
Quiet in this lonely room;
no music, laughs or sighs;
just the haphazard breathing
while rubbing sleep from my eyes.
I lick my lips to taste you;
but your flavor has long since faded;
and the absence of it, and of you
has left me raw and jagged.
Throw on Your Coat
Throw on your coat
this cold winter-like eve.
Meet me at the corner cafe
the one that's open late,
so no rush to leave.
We'll share hot chocolate,
biscotti,
and laughs.
Look at you
sitting there
radiant smile as you
toss your hair.
Giddy and expectant,
cautious and aloof.
There is chemistry,
but you want more proof.
Put your hand inside mine
And I’ll warm you with my eyes.
Should know by now
I'm unlike the other guys.
We could stay here
in this trance,
or split the bill
and go our separate ways.
Or we could brave the cold
and our fears,
and awake with morning rays.
Where I'm staying
is not too far,
there's a fireplace
just off the bar.
It's not too crowded
and the music's just right
for a late evening rendezvous
like tonight.
Throw on your coat
we'll be bold.
Race down city streets
brisk and cold.
Your cheeks bloom rosy,
you stop and stare.
You hesitate,
do you dare?
"Let's skip the bar
and fireplace;
there's enough heat here,"
you touch your face.
"Take me to your suite instead."
Throw off your coat
and other clothes.
We become entangled
across the bed.
this cold winter-like eve.
Meet me at the corner cafe
the one that's open late,
so no rush to leave.
We'll share hot chocolate,
biscotti,
and laughs.
Look at you
sitting there
radiant smile as you
toss your hair.
Giddy and expectant,
cautious and aloof.
There is chemistry,
but you want more proof.
Put your hand inside mine
And I’ll warm you with my eyes.
Should know by now
I'm unlike the other guys.
We could stay here
in this trance,
or split the bill
and go our separate ways.
Or we could brave the cold
and our fears,
and awake with morning rays.
Where I'm staying
is not too far,
there's a fireplace
just off the bar.
It's not too crowded
and the music's just right
for a late evening rendezvous
like tonight.
Throw on your coat
we'll be bold.
Race down city streets
brisk and cold.
Your cheeks bloom rosy,
you stop and stare.
You hesitate,
do you dare?
"Let's skip the bar
and fireplace;
there's enough heat here,"
you touch your face.
"Take me to your suite instead."
Throw off your coat
and other clothes.
We become entangled
across the bed.
Coffee Tails
Out drinking coffee
contemplating life.
Sat near a lesbian,
her son, and wife.
The son played with a teddy bear
while a Kitchen Designer droned on.
Unmistakable to this scene
was a too tight black thong.
Whale tails may excite some.
They can tantalize and tease;
but if you insist on wearing one
ensure it fits, dear God please.
contemplating life.
Sat near a lesbian,
her son, and wife.
The son played with a teddy bear
while a Kitchen Designer droned on.
Unmistakable to this scene
was a too tight black thong.
Whale tails may excite some.
They can tantalize and tease;
but if you insist on wearing one
ensure it fits, dear God please.
And Here We Sit
And here we sit
with the passage of time
four seasons or more
we're two of a kind.
Dashing and desirable
vices and misunderstood
souls with a bad streak
that feels so good.
Oh, what we've been through
things that tear us apart
but a thread we still cling too
that tugs at our heart.
Fantasies ruminate
some unfulfilled
realities ruin it
the mood, it gets killed.
Laughter and teardrops
we've shared both of each
imagined busy nightclubs
and solitude on a beach.
Nursed wounds
self inflicted and otherwise
Soothed tempers
when poor notions were realized.
Words often shared
by voice or by pen
pleading for commencement
and not the end.
Reclining and reflecting
on emotions present and past.
Remembering the effervescence;
who thought this would last?
with the passage of time
four seasons or more
we're two of a kind.
Dashing and desirable
vices and misunderstood
souls with a bad streak
that feels so good.
Oh, what we've been through
things that tear us apart
but a thread we still cling too
that tugs at our heart.
Fantasies ruminate
some unfulfilled
realities ruin it
the mood, it gets killed.
Laughter and teardrops
we've shared both of each
imagined busy nightclubs
and solitude on a beach.
Nursed wounds
self inflicted and otherwise
Soothed tempers
when poor notions were realized.
Words often shared
by voice or by pen
pleading for commencement
and not the end.
Reclining and reflecting
on emotions present and past.
Remembering the effervescence;
who thought this would last?
Three Days Alone
Three days alone
back to my home
and a chance to write with you.
Morning brew
corn muffin too
and a leisurely start to the day.
Streets below
beckon us so
we're energized by the pulse of it all.
Fresh food at the corner shop
we climb the stairs to the top
and cook a meal for two.
Wine and conversation flow
Dancing under the moonlight glow
skin touching, tender and tentative.
A warm fire cuts the chill;
light rain hits the window sill;
laughter of stories yearning to be told.
You read in an easy chair.
I shuffle through papers, and long to be there.
Your sigh, a moan that woos.
I lift a pen
it's why I've come back again
to get it out in ink.
You gaze at me, and I at you
we look away, us childish two.
Your lips they purse in wonder.
Do I rise to my feet
and cross the room for us to meet
and kiss those lips completely?
Or instead,
do I clear my throat and then my head
and stack my papers neatly?
Two rooms with doors, we both make note
as wee hours appear between passages wrote
and we awkwardly talk about it.
Do we share a room, and the covers.
Do we cross the line to be lovers
or are dreams just to be written?
We both have charms
that sound alarms
and both, a wee bit smitten.
Do thoughts prevail, passions kept in check?
Loosing focus as my fingertips run along your neck.
Perhaps it's time to sleep.
Three days alone
back at home
and a pen has barely been uncapped.
back to my home
and a chance to write with you.
Morning brew
corn muffin too
and a leisurely start to the day.
Streets below
beckon us so
we're energized by the pulse of it all.
Fresh food at the corner shop
we climb the stairs to the top
and cook a meal for two.
Wine and conversation flow
Dancing under the moonlight glow
skin touching, tender and tentative.
A warm fire cuts the chill;
light rain hits the window sill;
laughter of stories yearning to be told.
You read in an easy chair.
I shuffle through papers, and long to be there.
Your sigh, a moan that woos.
I lift a pen
it's why I've come back again
to get it out in ink.
You gaze at me, and I at you
we look away, us childish two.
Your lips they purse in wonder.
Do I rise to my feet
and cross the room for us to meet
and kiss those lips completely?
Or instead,
do I clear my throat and then my head
and stack my papers neatly?
Two rooms with doors, we both make note
as wee hours appear between passages wrote
and we awkwardly talk about it.
Do we share a room, and the covers.
Do we cross the line to be lovers
or are dreams just to be written?
We both have charms
that sound alarms
and both, a wee bit smitten.
Do thoughts prevail, passions kept in check?
Loosing focus as my fingertips run along your neck.
Perhaps it's time to sleep.
Three days alone
back at home
and a pen has barely been uncapped.
Dancing in Fog
Not an angel, but wearing white.
Swept him off his feet in the midst of the night.
Indigo skies with stars below.
A dreamscape horizon, twinkling and aglow.
Hand rests upon her waist with electric charms.
She looses sight of reality when folded in his arms.
Music streams through darker skies.
Teardrops linger in both their eyes.
The wetness causes stars to streak.
And they hold each other as both go weak.
For careless phrase or foolish act,
They callously break their solemn pact.
Pulled together like the moon and tide.
They break apart and try to hide.
Always seeking a fault to blame;
Always pleading, the heart does strain.
Clarity, not of crystal, but of fog.
In this scenario, their dancing feet are bogged.
Only seeing now with eyes that are closed.
For the king, the queen, the princess and knight - all have been deposed.
Left only with the jester, feeling very much the fool.
'twas easier to live without all the broken rules.
Swept him off his feet in the midst of the night.
Indigo skies with stars below.
A dreamscape horizon, twinkling and aglow.
Hand rests upon her waist with electric charms.
She looses sight of reality when folded in his arms.
Music streams through darker skies.
Teardrops linger in both their eyes.
The wetness causes stars to streak.
And they hold each other as both go weak.
For careless phrase or foolish act,
They callously break their solemn pact.
Pulled together like the moon and tide.
They break apart and try to hide.
Always seeking a fault to blame;
Always pleading, the heart does strain.
Clarity, not of crystal, but of fog.
In this scenario, their dancing feet are bogged.
Only seeing now with eyes that are closed.
For the king, the queen, the princess and knight - all have been deposed.
Left only with the jester, feeling very much the fool.
'twas easier to live without all the broken rules.
Have You Met The One
Have you met the one?
The one you didn’t know you were longing for?
Do you connect on every level?
Is this the one you adore?
Have you met the one?
The one who stimulates your mind?
Makes you think and feel?
Are they one of a kind?
Have you met the one?
The one who offers a great escape?
Do you journey to far off places?
Cast your view of the world into a new shape?
Have you met the one?
The one who shares your humor?
Makes you giggle and smirk and gasp,
As you share a rumor?
Have you met the one?
Fills you up with warmth and desire?
Lifts your spirits up?
Higher, and higher, and higher?
Have you met the one?
No matter what you can’t shake?
You’re addicted to them,
And worry about heartache?
Have you met the one?
Not a care in the world?
Life is meant for living,
Flags fly best when unfurled.
Have you met the one?
The one who has changed your life
They could be yours, or someone else’s
Lover, or husband, or wife.
Have you met the one?
Who will ease your pain?
Just by meeting them
You’ll never be the same?
Have you met the one?
The one you didn’t know you were longing for?
Do you connect on every level?
Is this the one you adore?
Have you met the one?
The one who stimulates your mind?
Makes you think and feel?
Are they one of a kind?
Have you met the one?
The one who offers a great escape?
Do you journey to far off places?
Cast your view of the world into a new shape?
Have you met the one?
The one who shares your humor?
Makes you giggle and smirk and gasp,
As you share a rumor?
Have you met the one?
Fills you up with warmth and desire?
Lifts your spirits up?
Higher, and higher, and higher?
Have you met the one?
No matter what you can’t shake?
You’re addicted to them,
And worry about heartache?
Have you met the one?
Not a care in the world?
Life is meant for living,
Flags fly best when unfurled.
Have you met the one?
The one who has changed your life
They could be yours, or someone else’s
Lover, or husband, or wife.
Have you met the one?
Who will ease your pain?
Just by meeting them
You’ll never be the same?
Have you met the one?
Hellos and Goodbyes
Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes.
For each there may be excitement, apprehension or dread.
Hellos starts early, and for some not frequent enough.
Goodbyes stick with you, right up until you are dead.
Both hellos and goodbyes can share common traits.
Depending on your attitude, a thrill, a relief, a concern or fear
We've all felt the heart race when someone new
and interesting, suddenly came near.
And hellos and goodbyes may have opposite goals
Hello to the fear, the courageous ones speak
Goodbye to the potential, the unknown wonderment,
say those who are too weak.
Hellos are unexpected,
Some goodbyes are too
Both can linger endlessly
and drain you like the flu.
And once they are over,
No more hellos or goodbyes
Then the true mourning begins
and tears fall from squinted eyes.
No more good mornings from,
the child who was ill.
No more goodbyes on the phone
from the parent, who loves you still.
Email greetings that were silly,
Sign offs with such flair.
Deleted from address books,
You want to reach out, but do not dare.
Gone, a lovers lips,
that brushed so close.
Welcome the loneliness
the things you fear the most.
It doesn't have to be that way,
Life needn't be as cruel.
Adjust the way you look at things
Make exceptions to the rule.
Let enthusiasm greet each hello,
Show appreciation with each goodbye,
Gratitude for them both,
Then move on with a satisfied sigh.
For each there may be excitement, apprehension or dread.
Hellos starts early, and for some not frequent enough.
Goodbyes stick with you, right up until you are dead.
Both hellos and goodbyes can share common traits.
Depending on your attitude, a thrill, a relief, a concern or fear
We've all felt the heart race when someone new
and interesting, suddenly came near.
And hellos and goodbyes may have opposite goals
Hello to the fear, the courageous ones speak
Goodbye to the potential, the unknown wonderment,
say those who are too weak.
Hellos are unexpected,
Some goodbyes are too
Both can linger endlessly
and drain you like the flu.
And once they are over,
No more hellos or goodbyes
Then the true mourning begins
and tears fall from squinted eyes.
No more good mornings from,
the child who was ill.
No more goodbyes on the phone
from the parent, who loves you still.
Email greetings that were silly,
Sign offs with such flair.
Deleted from address books,
You want to reach out, but do not dare.
Gone, a lovers lips,
that brushed so close.
Welcome the loneliness
the things you fear the most.
It doesn't have to be that way,
Life needn't be as cruel.
Adjust the way you look at things
Make exceptions to the rule.
Let enthusiasm greet each hello,
Show appreciation with each goodbye,
Gratitude for them both,
Then move on with a satisfied sigh.
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