Wooing of the Mind

Caffeinated Romance: lyrics and poems for everyday people who fall in and out of love

2012-02-10T20:37:00.000-08:00

Just in time for Valentine's Day!

Trouble with Women

2012-01-27T10:43:00.000-08:00

Having some fun. I've been publishing about one short story per week. That schedule keeps me writing, keeps me practicing, and keeps me adding new titles into the marketplace for people to read. Trouble with Women is my first anthology of five of my short stories. You can find most on my work on Amazon, Barnes and Noble or iTunes.

they and me can again be We

2011-11-19T13:09:00.000-08:00

They can gawk.

They can mock.

They can swear,

and blame,

and fail to understand.

They can fear.

They can demonize.

They can protect what they know.

They can try to keep their status quo,

with ignorance or denial.

They can rouse their forces,

weaponized beyond proportion.

They can spray the eyes or pull the hair

of mothers or daughters or elders,

who will no longer sit.

They can crack the heads of unarmed soldiers

who, for a decade risked their lives in far-off lands

to preserve the promise of days like these.

They can speak from two sides,

pretending they don’t betray the constitution,

or morality, or commonsense.

They can tear down tents, disperse crowds

and destroy property of a free people.

They can invoke the cry of safety

to trump any law.

They can herd the young and old like cattle,

or throw men over barricades,

like worn-out mattresses.

They can disinfect parks sullied by occupation,

but not the hearts of an educated nation.

They can say they'll fix the wrongs.

They can bargain for more time,

in hopes bygones will be forgot.

They will not.

They can try to silence what's already been heard.

They can try to obfuscate what's already been seen.

They can try to blame the odor on others,

like children who hide the stink.

They can try to ignore the taste of justice

that brews in cafés and cafeterias and classrooms

and the places where debate is still safe and welcome.

They can feel satisfied when streets are cleared

and they think things return to normal.

They can throw money at any problem,

because it is easier to find than good judgement.

They could find a cure in the sea of faces,

that hold the common man, woman and child,

doing uncommon things for the good of each other.

Then they, and me,

can again, be we.

And we, can overcome anything.

Rest, Restless Mind

2011-09-29T23:45:00.000-07:00

Rest, restless mind.
fear not what you uncover
while under covers
that do not belong to you.

Dream on
of laughter and giggles
and first meetings,
and kisses.

They needn't come true
they seldom do
that's why the poets get paid
in accolades and finger snaps
and go hungry
back into the night.

One bulb illuminates their room
like a beacon, not for ships
but for shifts in thinking.

Torn by dreams
planted by another
but nurtured by your fantasies.
And by questions left
unanswered - avoided
as if diseased.

It matters some
but not a lot
to turn the page once more.

Make of Them What You Wish

2011-09-20T22:13:00.000-07:00

I've been watching the surf for many months

Trying to find comfort in the ocean breeze.

Comfort does not wash upon the shore.

I've watched the gulls search for food

And dolphins frolic between the swells.

I still go hungry and lack the joy to play.

I’ve listened to the roar and crash of waters beating against the rocks

And lapping at the sands.

It has not been a peaceful lullaby nor a rousing call to arms.

I have learned but one thing, this many months.

No matter the weather, the season, the time of day or night,

The illumination of stars and moon or a sultry sun, it does not care.

The waves keep on coming.

Make of them what you wish.

Damn you Jimmy Taylor

2011-09-16T23:50:00.000-07:00

James Taylor playing on the radio.

Makes you think of the one you never had.
And how she got away.

Never held her hand.
Or heard her sing the song she promised
Would haunt you in your sleep.

Now it haunts you
Never hearing it
As you lay fast awake.

She awakes in a distant morning
Surrounded by azul waters
And the tan arms of the man who loves her
Probably more than you.

Damn you Jimmy Taylor
And your guitar strings
That pull apart the heart.

Candles on A Beach

2011-09-11T23:20:00.000-07:00

A line of candles smolder

on a lonely beach.

Waves lap closer,

but they’re just out of reach.

Rocks from the jetty

cast long shadows

thanks to the white light

of the full moon.

Fishing boats dot the horizon,

like symmetrical stars

rising in the night.

No music,

save the rumbling surf.

So many bright lights in this darkness

each illuminates for another.

As it should be.

Always. But Sometimes, Never.

2011-09-05T18:12:00.000-07:00

Always is forever,
and most things seldom are.

Never is not ever,
and that goes a bit too far.

Sometimes rests between the two,
with honesty and moderation.

But sometimes lacks the punch for you,
and reeks of hesitation.

Friday Distraction

2011-09-02T14:48:00.000-07:00

She pulls you toward her,

Like north to south.

She speaks with her eyes,

And blots her mouth.

She clears her throat

In a subtle way

As the waiter takes

The plates away.

You suggest dessert

Or just peruse the list.

Making mental note of the time,

And the several trains you’ve missed.

She beams at the choices

Of chocolates and liqueur,

Of cakes and cobblers

And other treats that blur.

She is mesmerizing,

Alluring, a pleasant distraction.

Then she startles you

With her sudden reaction.

“None for me.

Too rich, too sweet, too soon.”

You nod your clouded head,

Still floating like a ballon.

A peck goodnight

Across the cheek.

Your legs still tremble

As you try to speak.

She hushes you,

Gives a wave,

And departs across the street.

Red heat flushes through,

But you did not cave,

And kept it all discrete.

Poetry Is His Lover Now

2011-07-26T01:22:00.000-07:00

He courts an absent muse.

His words made to compel

induce, seduce

her from the shadows.

Summer evening breezes

blow through open windows

like a whispering paramour.

Reminiscent of gentle kisses,

letters form across the screen

thanks to the subtle stokes

applied to each button

by passionate fingertips.

The right combination of keys

have the power to unlock mysteries

and desires and fears,

laughter and tears.

The varying cadence unfolds.

A quickening pace

followed

by lingering glances,

over words

that caresses themselves

into sultry sentences.

Poetry is his lover now.

Awkward and stilted with the newness

lovely and warm with experience

Intimate thoughts shared

before he drifts to blissful slumber.

Planning for the Morrow

2011-07-22T23:25:00.000-07:00

Not peaceful

But calm

Not content

But no alarms.

Quiet night

Only hums

Wide awake

Twiddling thumbs.

Preparing for

Unwelcome surprise

Assuming more

Tear-filled eyes.

Fight the urge

to fight some more

Take the hit’s

Just ignore.

In due time

Things may change

Crossed lines

Means lives rearranged.

Might just fret

Despite the clues

Ego’s ready

For another bruise.

Or there may be

Another way.

Gentler words

For that, we pray.

Midnight Call

2011-07-20T23:08:00.000-07:00

A string of tea lights line the mantel

Flames dance and lick the air

Their shadows weave and waver along the wall.

She cups her hand behind each candle

Like a lover around the nape, before a kiss

One by one she blows, extinguishing them all.

One light remains, a bluish glow

Illuminating a corner of the room

Her computer idle, waiting one half hour past his midnight call.

She dumps her tea, it too grew cold

A yawn, a sigh, but no tear and she powers down for bed

Forgoes the nightly rituals, and up the stairs she crawls

To slumber now and hope of dreams of the distant man who wanders

in and out of her mind and heart, with inconsistent words he sometimes squanders.

Hay Moon

2011-07-16T01:20:00.000-07:00

Introspection, a specialty of those who try to figure it out

from the comfort of their chair.

Extrospection, for those who prefer to learn

while wind whips through their hair.

Still, there’s beauty in knowing

no matter where one sits on this sphere,

That the other one can bask in the full moon’s light

and for a moment, once again feel near.

The sun and moon,

the planets and stars,

all cut through the sky

but leave no scars.

Inky black waves lap at the shore

ebbing and flowing like a writer’s pen

drifting from margin to margin,

again and again.

A muse, restless within you.

A man, restless without you.

A night, glowing in pale blue.

Problems, you easily sail through.

Inside or out

Head or heart

Doesn’t matter the role

Just play your part.

Used To

2011-03-29T18:53:00.001-07:00

Used to hold your hand every time we walked.

Now no rings grace your fingers.

Used to hug as a greeting.

Now a grunt may count, as long as it lingers.

Used to smile,

Because you made it come so easy.

It’s been a while

Since I’ve felt love-sick queasy.

Used to have a partner who

Made me feel everything would work out all right.

Used to have a body to hold

As I laid in bed at night.

Used to cry

With belly laugh induced tears of joy.

Never used to feel tossed around

Like a ragged, slobbered on dog’s used toy.

Once upon at time I thought

There was nothing we couldn’t get through.

Never once thought

I’d be standing here alone, trying to figure out what to do.

The First Embrace

2011-03-15T22:41:00.000-07:00

Who are they trying to fool?
These rookies know nothing of love.

They share coffee and misery
Shoptalk of the things they hate
The people, the politics
The stress, the strain
How things will never be the same.

She peppers her queries
Like a tentative cook
“Who are you seeing?”
“Why or why not?”
He oblivious.
He was never taught
The subtleties of a prowling woman.

Both worry about money
And where it will come from next.
How they don’t get enough
And too much goes to their ex.

They are beleaguered and torn apart
The corporate world they fight in
No doubt they are both smart,
Except for matters of the heart.

Sometimes their voices grow softer
As if to flirt with the idea of something more.
Clear to those who look on
That he’s the one she adores.

He knows none of this.
Focused on his task
Complaining, moaning
He's a pain in the ass.

Eventually they step outside the cafe
Into the darkness illuminated by the moon
And framed by a wall of glass.

They are ready to part
To finish the night and prepare for another day
But she finds words
That compel him to stay

And then they embrace,
Like colleagues who’ve been through hell
And lived to share their tales.
But it lingers
Longer.
She does not release
The embrace
Makes his insistent talking cease.

He stumbles backward,
Stammers and smiles.
She lets him go
The way a fisherman makes good sport.
She turns to her car and says goodnight

He may be hooked,
Maybe shook,
But he will not sleep well tonight.
And we, us seasoned romantics
Alone in the cafe with our pens and words
And empty cups long grown cold
Witnessed it and know
Whatever it will become
Would never have begun
Without her.

Those Eyes

2011-03-06T22:15:00.000-08:00

Chilly mornings,
Blackened skies,
Miss the brightness,
Of your eyes.

They used to sparkle.
They used to dance.
Now they're swollen,
And in a trance.

Wide eyes,
Ready for adventure
and an easy laugh.
Replaced with irritation
Over every gaffe.

What will help them
Come alive once more?
Not enough for me
To adore.

Those eyes
They look past me,
And toward a future
I can not yet see.

2010-10-05T12:07:00.000-07:00

When a heart gets broken

it seldom splits in two.

It shatters into many pieces

and you slump, hands clutching a bottle of glue.

We’ll Manage Somehow

2010-08-25T20:04:00.000-07:00

You can laugh

or you can cry,

You can learn

to say good bye,

We'll manage somehow.

You can scream

or you can shout,

You can try

to figure it out,

We’ll manage somehow.

You can ignore

or go quiet,

You can leave

for the Hyatt,

We’ll manage somehow.

You can criticize

or you can accuse,

You can blame

do what you choose,

We’ll manage somehow.

You can take

all the time

You think you need,

And you can test

all your theories,

ignore my plead.

You can think

all you want,

You can act

nonchalant.

You keep trying

to convince me

that I’m wrong.

You keep lying

to your own self,

normally so strong.

It’s okay.

It’s all

I can say.

We’ll manage somehow.

No Winning

2010-08-15T22:17:00.000-07:00

When you write from the heart
a heart gets broken.
When you write from the head
you leave things unspoken.

When you're quiet and listen
you hear problems being born.
When you speak out of turn
a new orifice is torn.

When you seek to bring humor
only scowls prevail.
And when you seek to clarify
your sequestered and jailed.

When you search for happiness
in a late summer breeze;
you find yourself stumbling
toward a swarm of angry bees.

When you advocate for your needs
your desires and wishes;
your accused of being selfish,
uncaring or malicious.

And when you close your mouth
and decide to turn the other way,
you're compelled by a force
that implores you to stay.

Fight all you want.
Deny what you must.
Such is the curse
found between true love and lust.

Superheroes Need Not Apply

2010-08-15T15:47:00.000-07:00

No need for kings or angels or spirits
high with righteous zeal.
No need for magicians or wizards
or super men, who can turn on a heel.

No one asked for your help.
No one needs your saving.
No one cares if you can fly,
we got all that we need.
Superheroes need not apply.

It's not like there's no problems
that need to be solved.
Or broken things that need mending,
but we're all too self involved.

So it's great that you've got answers,
and awesome that you've got a plan,
but I didn't asked to be rescued,
I don't need no superman.

Frustrated hero
no one needs saving.
Lots are in agony,
and lots have a craving.

And there are things this hero
could do to ease the pain.
Just waiting for the hotline
to start ringing again.

It's not like people are living
the best that they could.
Not like a little hero help
couldn't do them some good.

But they're not crying for heroes
things aren't the same.
People don't like being rescued
they prefer finding someone to blame.

No one asked for your saving.
Sorry if it makes your plans go awry,
But we got all that we need.
Superheroes need not apply.

They Tell Me There Are Angels

2010-08-02T10:27:00.000-07:00

So they tell me there are angels
devoted to me
charged with guidance
and peace and safety.

So maybe there’s a new crew
fresh with their young wings
because I’m not feeling guided
or peaceful, or any other things.

So welcome, dear rookies
I hope you enjoy your new post;
been challenging times
more troubling than most.

I’m a big talker
and will call on you often
with time I’m sure
my heart you will soften

It’s breaking right now
too much to bear
I trust you’ll help stitch it together
it’s due for repair.

Humid Night

2010-07-17T01:14:00.000-07:00

Humid night,

the kind that makes you aware that you're wearing a shirt

but wish you weren't.

Perched atop a concrete pier on the edge of a continent.

The ocean further back than it normally is during these reflective moments

yet it inches closer, ever closer

with each curl of foamy waves,

visiable only because of ambient light,

the calming glow of a crescent moon,

a single line of stars and planets above

and the bobbing spotlights of fishing boats beyond.

A nascent breeze I pretend to be cool.

Cool soothes me better.

A paper cup brimming with hot coffee

is my only companion.

I drink it despite the humidity and heat

out of habit or comfort perhaps.

Its’ caffeine destroys my headache.

The snapping and popping of fireworks go off behind me

though obscured from view.

I walked along the waters’ edge earlier,

to see if I could find a chill and contemplate the evil

that I'm told lurks and surrounds.

Thought too of who

would jump in and swim,

if they were here.

Blind to the dolphins and seals

and the things that pursue them.

And I thought for a moment

about joining the waves

in hopes of finding my soul.

Foolish perhaps.

I may still be carrying it.

Or it could be buried

a treasure amongst the rocks and mica speckled sand.

Such great fortune.

So aware of divine gifts

yet shackled by my own devices

or by an unseen but well known nemesis.

Angels surround me, of that I'm sure

but they're limits may be tested.

Their wings weary from flight.

‘Tis I who now must stand,

and fly and fight.

Hello there evil, come from the shadows

you needn’t lurk anymore

for I now know you and will defeat you

today and evermore.

I Hate What You Do to Me

2010-07-03T02:42:00.000-07:00

Such sweet words, such sweet times

can’t be sure which ones are just lines

to keep me here at bay

while you wonder your time away

Lots of stars in evening skies

but one true light that sees me through

not always there the way I wish

but you’ve got a gift with the things you do.

And though the love can’t be denied

the proclamations do subside.

Not a fan of boundaries or control.

Like my yes’s more than no’s.

But you cross each line

that you make me draw.

And leave me to wonder,

what the hell did I draw that for?

You build me up

when I need it most.

Then you kick me down

and start to boast.

Proud of how independent you are

and proud to be an adult

with your selfish ways.

Guess you think love is a net

that catches you when you fall.

But you spread it out in a way that tangles me

and holds me down.

Never remember the conversations that we’ve had.

The times I tell you when some things make me feel bad

“Opps I’m sorry I never knew,

it’s just a thing I’m going through.”

And you know I’ll be here forever

and you know my love is strong

and you know my heart goes racing

every time you go off and do something wrong.

And you hate how I may judge you.

You’ve a different point of view.

But you fail to see

how you affect me

in everything you do.

Wonder when things will settle?

No, I know they won’t be the same.

Can’t go back to what was.

But can’t take anymore of this game.

Do I count at all for anything?

Does it matter not to you?

Am I just the security blanket to soothe

or a window you only look through?

Can’t you see how it destroys me?

Can’t feel the pain it brings?

You say you didn’t invite it

but you answer ever phone that rings.

You scream that I must trust you

as you feel your way through.

But your judgement has been broken

so what am I supposed to do?

Do a stand here idling

as you travel through your dreams?

Grin through the burden,

while I burst at the seam?

Then you ask me if I’m angry

for you really don’t understand me at all.

And I ask and plead and cough ‘till I bleed,

then say, “No, go ahead dear, have a ball”.

Failure

2010-06-09T21:04:00.000-07:00

Failure

seems to come so easily.

Around each corner

it teases me.

Tests your spirit

tests your soul

makes you question

every goal.

Can you handle more?

Take swing.

Keep on trying.

You can't hit a thing.

Hear the screams?

Hear the cries?

Growing tired

of tear filled eyes.

Feels like your writing

a Book of Job yourself

tested and tested, waiting and waiting

for a trophy to sit upon your shelf.

For faith and hope and yes some love

may be all that remains of the day.

But faith and hope and yes some love

are what keeps failure from leading you astray.

This Way to the Rubicon

2010-05-14T14:14:00.000-07:00

What are these feelings?

Why are they here?

They're magical

and fill me with fear.

New again.

Renewed and then,

It's lovely to be wanted.

Hard for me not to flaunt it.

Deeper and deeper

these choices aren't wise.

Convincing myself our knot is tight.

Still, I loosen up the ties.

A heart that's abundant.

I've plenty to share.

It's not all for you,

that doesn't mean I don't care.

Fair's not always equal

and other excuses you make.

Can't deny the burning and yearning.

Won't predict how long this will take.

Could let it run it's course

like the blood racing through my veins.

Could end it in a flash

Sever everything but the pain.

Never asked for all this

but I guess, maybe I did.

Thought I'd have the best of both worlds

not have to chose which one to rid.

Fear of the rejection

the regrets and eyes that resent.

Fear of hurting so many people.

Temptation's not only a serpent.

And it's not fair to lose all the joy

the beaming faces,

imagined romantic places,

and the seduction that's been employed.

Answers should be easy,

but the questions make me queasy,

and I don't want to think anymore.

I just want to be with the one I adore.

Airport Rendezvous

2010-05-07T22:59:00.000-07:00

I am a weary traveler

Been in the air all night.

Gathered up my carry on;

Had to wait for another flight.

Sat in the terminal

with a coffee in my hand.

Noticed one guy I was flying with,

his face was kind of bland.

Now the place was pretty empty.

No crowds. No noise. How rare.

Felt like I could die

and no one would really care.

The bland guy with the glasses

really looked a wreck.

I couldn’t believe what he was doing;

Putting a tie around his neck.

This guy stood taller with each moment.

He re-tucked his shirt and pulled lint from his coat.

Pulled a card from his briefcase;

Wish I saw what he had wrote.

He scanned the crowd intently

and wandered from the gate.

I’d seen that look before,

like a man waiting for his date.

As if on cue he began to beam

all blandness had left his face.

It took only an instant but in that instant

he was transformed to another place.

I followed the direction of his gaze.

She too was radiant in her boots and black knit dress;

and a smile that competed with the rays of dawn.

“Is that you?” he asked, and she cried out, “Yes!”

They tangled themselves into an embrace

that lasted longer than the flight, it seemed.

Then they kissed, without remorse and I heard him whisper,

“You’re everything I’ve dreamed.”

Now I’m a weary traveler

but I only think of you.

And like that guy,

I dream of an airport rendezvous.

That's entirely up to you

2010-05-05T13:43:00.000-07:00

Look how you glow

there’s a smile, you know

etched across your face.

It’s been quite awhile

since you wore that gorgeous smile

so lightly all over the place.

Up ‘til the wee morning hours

sometimes even later.

Chatting to him across the miles

your affection grows greater.

There’s flattery and charm.

You laugh together, so at ease

With flirtatious skills he does disarm

and you handover those emotion filled keys.

You love it all

Yet it all seems a bit wrong.

You feel bad

but the feeling’s so strong.

So unexpected

So thrilling and new.

A race of emotions.

You don’t know what to do.

The speed of your connection

leaves you breathless

and in awe.

And none of it takes away the feelings

you still have for another,

but you can’t quite withdraw.

This is too new and exciting

and his words,

so inviting.

To be swept off your feet

what was missing

suddenly feels complete.

Not long now before one of you

declares your love for the other.

You’ll be shaken

and feel strange,

become restless

with pangs.

You’ll justify

that it’s only a crush.

and question

the need to rush.

How can this seduction

just linger?

You’ll dream of his arms wrapped around you

caressing your cheek with his finger.

You’ll feel anxious and fright

as you anticipate each night

until the time he’s not there.

Then despondent, you’ll swear

And then you’ll try to repair

the distance that’s grown with another.

Then that will be great,

but it will be too late,

for he’ll approach you again

with sorry’s so grand

and promises and wishes to meet in the Fall

and with words that enrapture and simply enthrall.

He’ll send you a gift

and notes of affection.

Will complement your taste

and congratulate you on your selection.

He’ll offer to help

and your frowns will end.

You’ll wonder how you got so lucky

to have such a good friend.

And friend will become code

as you embark down a road

and shudder to think what could come next.

And again in your bliss

you’ll feel the feelings you missed

And you won’t be shy to tell him so.

Then he’ll ask you for more

and tell you how much he adores

the time he spends only with you.

Then he’ll press you a bit

to figure out where he now fits

and that’s when you’ll decide.

What’s worth more to you,

what you have

or what you have not?

What you know

or discovering what you know not?

What will you do?

That’s entirely up to you.

The Baffled King

2010-03-22T22:50:00.000-07:00

The baffled King
He came to me.
Might have been
in a dream
or in a park.
Either way
it was after dark.

He trembled
As He stroked His beard.
told me all
the things He feared.

Then He stood
and He just stared.
He stared and stared
stared and stared.

The wind it slowed
to a stop.
When it did
to His knees He dropped
and sobbed and sobbed
sobbed and sobbed.

I fell beside Him
wiped His tears.
Repeated back
all His fears.
Told Him that
despite His years
the child still laughed
within Him.

The King lifted His head
and then His hand.
I grabbed it tight
to help Him stand.
He broke a smile
then a hearty laugh.

Apologized
for being meek.
Leaned into me
and kissed my cheek.
Laid His hand
upon my shoulder.
The kindly King
looked much bolder.
He turned back,
from where He came
and I fell to slumber
once again.

Here in the Cold

2010-03-12T18:32:00.000-08:00

Putting out my hand

waiting

waiting for you to grab hold.

Maybe I’m just a fool

standing

standing here in the cold.

Ambient city lights

block out the dark night.

Looking upward, my eyes

catch a raindrop

that spills into a tear

and streaks down my cheek

and tumbles to the sidewalk

where I see my well worn shoes

that have paced these streets

looking for you

and a chance,

a fleeting chance

to grab hold of your hand

and pull you close

and gaze into your eyes

and read past your past

and suddenly kiss

your kissable lips.

Pulling you close

to escape the cold winds

that blow off the river

and down the cobblestone streets

and swirl around us.

The taxi cabs

and their squealing brakes

echo against

the tightly packed brownstones

that sit upon the hill.

I open my eyes again

and again I am alone.

Putting out my hand

waiting

waiting for you to grab hold.

Maybe I’m just a fool

standing

standing here in the cold.

Stubborn Stars

2010-03-07T19:39:00.000-08:00

Stubborn stars,

please shine tonight.

I've wishes to make

and I need your light.

Fickle twinkling stars

I look for you above this haze.

I miss your guidance;

your beaming ways.

I know that others

wish upon you too

but tonight no one needs

you quite the way I do.

I wait all night

for the clouds to clear.

My heart races faster

because I know dawn is near.

Stubborn stars.

Sweet stubborn stars.

When

will you glow for me again?

I Could Write

2010-02-25T00:43:00.000-08:00

I could write about fanciful places

and all the wishes I pin to the stars

I could pine for more late evening dances

or cuddles beneath toasty blankets with our favorite candy bars

I could share how longings still haunt me

even though reason has long since escaped.

Pen stories of romantic notions

with knights and maidens, and villains in evil so draped.

The aroma of flowers embrace you

from whom, were they sent?

Powerless to woo you

or to even plan such an event.

Left here to wonder about your hair

and how it falls down your spine.

And rest assured, as I wonder aloud

I also wander about my mind.

Your social graces

and charms

silver bracelets

that clang like alarms.

Just beyond arms length

too far to grasp.

Bewildered by some things

that remain unasked.

Let the poets ask the questions

and singers belt out with soul

For the writers or other dreamers,

their words get flushed down the bowl.

Over and Over Again

2010-02-03T13:04:00.000-08:00

Do you listen to the same songs as me?

The ones that make you fall in love

over and over again.

Do you get all ethereal and dreamy

swept up in rhythm and lyric

over and over again?

Gazing into your imaginary eyes

they reflect and expose you

over and over again.

Hearing your laugh and seeing your smile

feeling your touch, so worthwhile.

Begging to kiss you

over and over again.

Trying

2010-01-29T23:15:00.000-08:00

Fade away
On the day
That you said
You’d always
Stay

Took the time
Just to say
You had no time
On the day
Couldn’t stay

There you sat
On the bus
Hair pulled back
So no fuss
On the way

To the place
You say you work
But you complain
‘bout all the jerks
everyday

And there’s no trace
No tracks of tears
On your face
You could cry
But not today

Bought you roses
In a bunch
Tied in ribbons
I had a hunch
You’d be home

Rang the bell
Tried the door
Peered through the windows
And scanned the floor
I was wrong

Left the flowers
On the front stairs
No note to leave
No real cares
That night.

Are You There?

2010-01-24T02:47:00.000-08:00

Are you there,

Typing through the night?

Are you there,

Keys glowing in blue light?

Can you imagine

Do you give it any thought

That I too am typing

When maybe I ought not?

For the morning gray

Sits across the horizon to the east

And I’ve functions to attend to

Though none interest me in the least.

We could speak of adventures

Of the travels you’ve taken.

Of the hearts you’ve run into

And one’s you’ve forsaken.

We could talk of your vocation

Your studies and knowledge now gained,

And of the poems you write for others

And how much they’ve pained.

Should we reminisce of evenings

When we left things unspoken?

Dare discuss old promises

Long since broken?

Tell me of your dinners

And those you’ve entertained

Speak of fine wine and chocolate

Or how hard it recently rained.

And what of your lover

Who rests in the nearby bed?

You know, the one who fulfills you

And keeps your passions well fed?

At times you consume me

With mystery and doubt.

Both qualities you wear often

But never wear-out.

Twirling Woman

2010-01-16T23:14:00.000-08:00

He liked to see a woman twirl.

Not just when dancing

Enraptured by music or beat,

But in moments of excitement

When burdens disappear

And she’s lighter on her feet.

Twirling women are a rarity

More likely to see her pull a drag from a cigarette

Or chug confidence from a bottle of Corona.

For twirling women have temerity,

From others they feel no threat

It’s just a part of their persona.

Twirling is cheerful – at any age or size.

Twirling brings about laughter

And warms even icy eyes.

He knew she was a twirler

He felt it in his bones.

Imagined when she spun about

She’d crinkle up her nose.

He could see her twirls at dawn or dusk

And all points in between.

And knew she wasn’t a shy twirler

Could give a damn if she were seen.

He saw her twirl in any attire

The sartorial choice was hers.

And he just knew that her smile grew

When she spun like a straw that stirs

On winter streets with footprints in the snow

Or rainy nights, when howling winds would blow.

In summer sun, on sand or waves

Or against autumns’ fallen leafs and shortened days

Her twirls, self-made,

Never sold or bought

And he knew if he were the one to make her twirl

He would never be forgot.

Top 6 Most Popular Poems/ Lyrics for 2009

2009-12-30T18:58:00.000-08:00

For better or for worse, here are the top 6 most popular Wooing of the Mind poems in 2009:

Which were your favorites? Not on the list? Search through the 81 poems and lyrics of 2009 and see if there's one you like.

More Moments

2009-12-05T16:49:00.000-08:00

The moment I first saw you

was the moment I first knew,

that no matter how long

our next moment would last,

it would be a special moment

that was spent too fast.

Life has its moments

each strung, side to side.

Moments ebb and flow,

like the ocean’s tide.

We’ve shared stolen moments.

times forever treasured.

Parceled liked teaspoons of sugar;

not as carefully measured.

We’ve planned our moments too,

but when we did, they drifted through

like evening fog

rolling across the bay.

I need more moments with you!

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.

Please, some more moments!

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

2009-12-05T01:47:00.000-08:00

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.

Shared

2009-11-28T21:21:00.000-08:00

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.

It's Your Fault I Fell in Love with You

2009-11-28T20:15:00.000-08:00

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.

never need nobody

2009-11-21T19:12:00.000-08:00

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

The Man in the Three Piece Suit

2009-11-20T10:36:00.001-08:00

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.

Bedtime Stories

2009-11-17T01:42:00.000-08:00

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.

The Distancing

2009-11-03T01:40:00.000-08:00

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.

Where are the Poets?

2009-10-15T19:52:00.000-07:00

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.

I Begin in Autumn

2009-09-06T21:51:00.000-07:00

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.

Goodnight Dream Lover

2009-09-06T21:41:00.000-07:00

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?

2009-09-06T21:31:00.001-07:00

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.

Pause (another one unearthed from the 1980's)

2009-08-04T17:32:00.001-07:00

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.

What She Was (First Written in 1984)

2009-08-04T17:27:00.000-07:00

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.

I Would Have Sent You Flowers

2009-07-19T00:35:00.000-07:00

I would have sent you flowers

But I don’t have your address.

I would have sent you kisses

Or a lingering caress.

Might have bought a gown

Or some other costume to wear,

But I don’t know what size you are

And just how much you’d bare.

Jewels, they may have dazzled you

With such sparkle and radiant shine.

Or dinner at a posh new place

With tempting music and wine.

I could have picked a Hallmark card

But none held right the sentiment.

And words, escape the belief I have

That you were heaven sent.

I might have called you on your phone

Or even sent a text,

But I’ve no clue what your number is.

This condition leaves me vexed.

I see you in my dreams each night

And hold you in my arms.

Enchanted and elegant,

I fall for all your charms.

But in the morning’s predawn gray

The sight of you is blurred.

For I have no picture to fawn upon

I know, it seems absurd.

And so on this special day

When special things abound

I hope you get the things you wish

Long lost treasures found.

I hope your heart is filled with love

And laughter consumes this day

And magic moments tantalize

As you sail across the bay.

Maybe if you close your eyes

And make one wish with me

The moments that we’re scared to think about

Could come across to be.

I Didn't Know You Were There

2009-06-27T10:03:00.000-07:00

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.

Misplaced Lucky Charm

2009-06-14T00:00:00.001-07:00

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

He Never Kissed the Girl

2009-06-08T21:19:00.000-07:00

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.

In the Moment

2009-06-08T21:18:00.001-07:00

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.

Just Understand Her

2009-06-08T21:15:00.000-07:00

She speaks two languages

But still feels misunderstood.

Will translate if needed,

But really wishes you would.

Just understand her

Listen when she speaks

She got things bottled up inside

But that bottle has some leaks.

She got passion for words

And chocolate too

For breakfast inns

And attention from you.

Just understand her

Listen when she speaks

She got things bottled up inside

But that bottle has some leaks.

Spent time in Paris.

Imagined a torrid affair.

She wished it was you

who was meeting her there.

Torn between her lovers.

The dark and the light.

And the one left at home

Who stayed up late into the night.

Just understand her

Listen when she speaks

She got things bottled up inside

But that bottle has some leaks.

To some she is stoic,

Quiet and cold

To others exciting,

A temptress, so bold.

But there are times that she crumbles

And falls to floor.

Leans against the bathtub

As lonely tears pour.

Just understand her

Listen when she speaks

She got things bottle up inside

But that bottle has some leaks.

Chickadee and Pigeons

2009-06-07T23:00:00.000-07:00

She walks through the garden

it's all covered in snow

she'd walk with purpose

if she knew where to go.

He stumbles on the sidewalk

icy brick and stone

lands on his back

a fear flashes - will he die alone?

Chickadee and pigeons

cluster by the bench

feeding on bread and seed

from an old lady with an old stench.

Cars and trucks and buses

speed along the street

no one stops to help the man

as he makes it back on his feet.

The traffic lights are useless

yellow, red or green

everyone moves in every direction

a very chaotic scene.

Across the way her see her there

pink gloves upon her hands.

Across the way she sees him there

and the puddle of slush in which he stands.

They smirk a bit

and straighten and preen

she waves a little to this stranger

his smile the brightest she'd ever seen.

Her checks go blush

not from cold

but from her forwardness

and finally acting bold.

He never took his eyes off her

she giggled at the fuss.

He should have looked the other way

to avoid the speeding bus.

The screeching breaks and screaming horns

drowned out her anguished cry

All the ruckus did induce

the chickadee and pigeon to fly.

He did not die that fateful day

alone, as he had feared

but near the wings of an angel

who had suddenly disappeared.

Sitting Here

2009-06-07T22:56:00.000-07:00

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.

Never mind, Bye-bye.

2009-06-07T22:48:00.001-07:00

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.

I Can Tell

2009-06-07T01:27:00.000-07:00

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.

For Now

2009-06-07T01:12:00.000-07:00

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.

I’ve Already had my Dream.

2009-05-24T09:13:00.000-07:00

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.

Forever

2009-05-10T00:53:00.001-07:00

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

Certainty

2009-05-10T00:47:00.000-07:00

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.

May Blooms

2009-05-10T00:42:00.000-07:00

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.

Ruminate

2009-05-10T00:38:00.000-07:00

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?

There She Danced

2009-04-25T23:04:00.000-07:00

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.

Mr. Swanson

2009-04-25T22:12:00.000-07:00

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.

Another Early Morning

2009-04-24T23:44:00.000-07:00

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?

Can I Keep You Warm

2009-04-23T23:16:00.000-07:00

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.

Needing Boston

2009-04-22T21:39:00.000-07:00

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.

Oh Me, I'm Fine

2009-04-21T23:10:00.000-07:00

Staring out.

Out at you.

Sitting over.

Over there.

Hear your laughing.

Sounds like

Cackling.

Oh, how it brings

Such despair.

See you reaching.

Ever reaching.

For the lighter

Or a match.

There’s your lover.

Ever present.

Such a catch.

Plumes of smoke.

Start their billow.

Shake my head.

We shared a pillow.

I’ve seen that car

That you’ve been driving.

Not shocked you have it.

With all your conniving.

Heard about

Your contemplating.

So glad to see

You’ve started dating.

Your hair looks different

And so’s your face

Erased all the ugly

Not a trace.

Don’t you think

Those jeans are tight?

Oh me, I’m fine.

I’ll be all right.

Did She Hear You?

2009-04-21T23:07:00.000-07:00

Did she hear you

when you called out her name?

Did she hear you

when you cried out in pain?

Did she hear you

or did she ignore

the way you did

when you walked out her door?

Lonely

sitting on your bed.

Lonely

but with voices

screaming in your head.

If only

things were left unsaid.

Drafty windows

and drafty doors

laughing people

and open sores.

Magic wonders

that never cease

a band of drummers

who can't find peace.

You shout in pillows

and cry in showers

you drink alone

for what seems like hours.

The telephone rings

a familiar tune

but you don't answer

it’s too soon.

You see her numbers

on display

and beg to remember

what you want to say.

Did she hear you

when you called out her name?

Did she hear you

when you cried out in pain?

Across the River

2009-04-19T21:42:00.000-07:00

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.

Insensate Murmurings

2009-04-19T21:37:00.000-07:00

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.

Where is the Voice

2009-04-17T22:36:00.000-07:00

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?

How Do I Get to You?

2009-04-17T22:22:00.001-07:00

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.