my poetry

precious moments

every moments a precious gift
that time cant wear away
it lingers on the mind and lips
to follow through the day

the warmth of skin so soft and close
does make my heartbeat race
and ill lose myself for a little while
within youtr arms embrace

check to check and breath to breath
ill hold you tenderly
and drowning in your loving eyes
ill give myself to thee

when its time for you to leave
it will never be to far
because within my heart and thoghts
is were you always are



the dew that has no flowers to kiss
when the morning light breaks thru the sky
is as useless as the song that is sung
to the deaf ears which sound does deny
what is an artist with out his colors
his reds, his greens, and his blues
or a sculpter with out the clay that he molds
no different than me without you



help along the way

I do not have to see the wind
to know that it is there
I see the way it moves the trees
and ruffles through my hair
it lifts and carries fallen leaves
that autumn casts awzy
they do not know where they are sent
but tumble on their way
nor do I have a prefrence or a will to win
so where Im sent Im quite content
Ill stop or move again
9/19

the fools song

a flowing river ever surging
twisting turning and converging
the dam comes down the flood is falling
both amazing and appalling
the lull was strong and quite appealling
buy the lie that it is dealing
fall into the waters churning
swept away to cool the burning
sensing danger that is closing
struggle with the current growing
thrash and fight but still fall under
lose the will to fight the slumber


song and dance

ive finally caught the rhythum
in this ever changing time
diminished fears and sullen tears
with softly spoken rhyme
mines a song thats sweetly played
so ever carelessly
but just as much an artists touch
in perfect harmony
a constant flux of changing faces
dance rjght through my life
some sing songs of sweet success
and others of the strife
few have found the rhythum
many stumbat you did but how you le blind
most try to hard to hear the tune
it elludes them every time
still the trees dance with the wind
as the clouds do wiyh the sky
and the ocean keeps the beat forever
with the pounding tide
and when theres no more music
when all is said and done
its not what you did but how you lived
and how your song was sung









what never was

something has surfaced on the brink of the sea
breaks thru the water then quickly recedes
a feint recollection brought forth through the haze
thruth sees the light but will soon pass away
a longing to know sends my mind reeling
searching and hoping to recapture the feeling
a ghost of a memory born in the past
or a dream once forgotten arisen at last
why do I wonder, why must I know
what are the secrets its tring to show
something to come or left behind
what I must leave or what I must find
perhaps it is nothing, could be all in my head
a show that I watched or something I read
a symptom of illness, have I slowly gone mad
or was it the eggs from the lunch that I had
one thing is certain I cant comprehend
how what never was can happen again

Just below the surface
Is the curse that
Wont leave me alone
Battle for the saddle
Grab the reigns
But I lose control

Overcome with sickness
And the quickness
In which it turns on me
System overloaded
Then explodes and
Frys the cucuitry


Runaway I'm off the track
Lost my mind can't get it back
Walls converge and close on me
As I fall into insanity


Lost in my self reflection
Stands a stranger
Staring back at me
The war within him rages
I engage it but
My will is weak

Lost my power left to cower
In the corner
Of my twisted mind
Play with maddness feed the sadness
Intil I realize
My swift decline


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