Semblance

She is but an image;
built from your own mind.
A similitude of growing old,
and feeling dull.
She’s just a feeling;
Created from the depths of his soul.
A likeness only of her emotion;
and a pretense of her similarity.
Sometimes feeble minded;
sporadically seethe with understanding.
A conception of representation;
a mere fragment, a breath of life.
Befitting an aura of darkness;
absorbed by doubt.
Just a pretext of air;
she’s almost wasting space.
She is but an analogy;
lost but cosigned with hope.
He chose to confiscate her;
he can’t mask her beauty.
She is what she is.

I'm Out

Wandering down that old beaten path
Of desolate dreams, untrue
I’m misplaced
Covered by a darkness of hope
Full of imagination
I’m missing
In a world beyond my expectations
Unable to grasp one fragment
I’m forlorn
In systematic yet isolated confusion
Wanting to compromise life
I’m omitted
Lead astray by my own doubt
And constant worry
I’m absent
In a body not my own
Covered with the scars of life
I’m vanished
Nowhere to be found, contemplating
Anything and everything
I’m gone
Out of my mind again
Not wanting to face authenticity
I’m out

Without Him

He brought hardened smiles; and fire soaked cheeks.
He brought tears to maple browns; to her heart erotic beats.
He covered her with sugar; he put her in her place.
What she wouldn’t give right now; to wipe the tears from her face.
She never meant to hurt him; he was so undemanding.
But now she’s lost him; to her own foolish self pity.
She could do anything; in that he made her believe.
Something however was missing; she didn’t have what he needed.
Deep within her heart; lie wounds she couldn’t control.
Her lack of trusting others; might have cost her, her soul.

Three Wishes

Her eyes are closed to the thought; of endless love ever sought.
The battle of hearts never won; so in her it hadn’t even begun.
She did wish with all her thirst; for a true love so un-cursed.
But time always broke down the mold; each day adding a heavy load.
Then one came and swept her up; in a cocoon of magic.

His eyes were closed to the thought; of endless love ever sought.
The battle of hearts never won; so in her it hadn’t even begun.
He did wish with all his might; for the most beautiful sight.
And time did show him her value; nothing but an empty statue.
Then one came and smiled so sweet; leaving him at heaven’s feet.

Their eyes were closed to the thought; of endless love ever sought.
The battle of hearts finally won; now life has finally begun.
They wished only once again; that love would never descend.
Time showed them all of what they missed; ‘I do’s’ were said, sealed with a kiss.
Then they came to a forked path; but just took hands and walked back.

Silent Echoes

he voices continue all sounds are jumbled.
She’s exhausted and can only mumble.
The words come easy but he can’t hear.
What’s she’s saying is she wish she were there.
To kiss his lips, to hold him close;
To wipe the tears is what she wants the most;
To repair his heart and cradle his soul;
To prove her love and lift his load;
To stop his tears, to breathe him in;
To conquer fears; to live again.

On The Inside

There are days she likes to go running;
while screaming at the top of her lungs.
Hearing the sound of the pavement’s beat;
the rhythm of her heart dancing free.
It unfolds the prospect of her soul;
she closes her eyes so timidly.
With the nag of her low self esteem;
her mind’s running opportunity.
She settles into meditation;
finding comfort in life’s reflection.
Imagination running wildly; as purity of self arises.
Time heals all wounds and scars of the past;
even when that voice starts screaming lies.
She already has the help she needs;
by dissecting her inner being.
Weave through obstacles to overcome;
Never give up, life’s already won.

Orison

She said a silent thank you;
to the power above.
For allowing her to see;
unto a happy world.

At night when the sky is dark;
lights still followed her home.
The tears that had left her wet;
dried by the image; love.

And when she saw him she knew;
that he was the reason.
That he was the shooting star;
that she’d once wished upon.

Wrong Time and Place

He told me that he'd toss and turned all night

Somehow I'd climbed my way through his soul

But once I arrived he didn't put up a fight

Because all he ever wanted was me to hold

But I told him I'm leaving in a month

To search for what life had to offer

A single tear; he turned his back

He walked away and left me in silence

Throughout the day I ponder a stay

But I can't hold back now...

I found a note taped to my office door

Tear stained ink bleed through the envelope

The words were loud and clear

Same words I said to the one before

Somehow I completed him

And he's not willing to let go..

Dance with me upon a butterfly wings

One night where nothing else matters

A wrapped tango on moonlit floors

In search of the hidden pleasures

Soar with me upon an eagles wings

Higher and higher the course

We'll go around the world in minutes

Penetrated with only loves force

Ride with me upon a great stallion

Nothing but earth high and low

Watch as the world goes by

And the skies will shout forth

His arms were wrapped around me

His breath upon my ear

The whisper of sweet nothings

But of him everything I hear

This is my journey unto another place

Dance with me upon a butterflies wing

The birds will sing melodies of our embrace

See what the soar, search and ride will bring

I looked into his eyes so brown

And filled with such emotion

His words in my head I let go round

But it was only a notion

In a month I'm leaving

If only to see what this change brings

In myself I'm believing

Moving on to bigger and better things.

He Plays On

He sits and plays; with no idea in his head

Just letting the music flow through him

It's at this time that his best comes forth

And I take the opportunity to tell him

Because that is what it's about...

The flow...

The music..

The life...

The love...

Each note not premeditated but meditative..

Each chord rhymically intriguing and interesting

Each high filter but the lows of strings

And still he plays on...

Not knowing where it's coming from...

But loving the feel of the guitar

The flow...

The music..

The life...

The love...

He sits and plays: with no idea in his head

That he is already changing the world

Stirring the centers of ones being

Encompassing us with his natural talent

Humble and uncertain..

He still plays on...

Heartache's Ocean

Turn the page to another chapter

It ended as all the others did

Hearts shattered by what was meant to be

He didn't see he completed me

Maybe that is an old cliche'

Or I'm just blinded by lost hope

But tomorrows another day

So I'll just cope

With all the tears I'm crying

I can fill the ocean so big

But this time it's different

For a moment my heart was filled

So I'll move on..

I won't whither away

But I have to admit

A piece of me died today.

The Horns

The horns stand out,
but the quiet bull doesn't shout.
Her power is seen not heard.
Hard to motivate,
but they do get motivated,
and the consequences can be absurd.

Ornery, yet peaceful.
Calm, but powerful.
She doesn't like change.

Soulful tranquility leads,
to her sensuous inner core.
Strongly hedonistic and rebellious.
She fixates and collects,
the souls of the forgotten,
Sometimes finding everyday life a chore.

Stubborn, hates discomfort.
Strong, and fiercely protective.
She is loyal and loving.

No matter the lists of characteristics,
or what they represent;
figuring out what makes her tick,
can lead you down a lovely path,
but remember the horns stand out.

Left Unearthed

All alone, open to the wind;
I sit in a field of green.
With dew upon my face, I shine
In hopes that I am seen.
I am beautiful but no one cares.
I spread my wings and smile.
For my substance is provided daily.
The Sun makes my life worthwhile.
All I want is to be treasured;
And I don't want to be picked last.
I want to sit in a cup of water;
You wouldn't want me to die fast.
I know I'm a fungus and not a flower;
But that does not take away from my worth.
Love me and show me to all;
For this is the true meaning of my birth.

Reverence

It was a morning where
the sun came up as it always does;

she stepped out into
the dew of a new day; low grass glowed.

The valley led her to a
place; she was searching for something;

she didn’t quite
understand what it was but beyond the willow;

was a mighty oak; to
the left in the distance she was drawn.

She found where the
wildflowers grow; mixture of color and smells.

This morning had led
her from the her original trail; filling the day;

with a concoction of
sound as the bird sang the song of along her way;

the rustle of trees
providing bass; her journey was fulfilled.

An earth princess, she
found herself in awe of beauty’s grace.

Trembles

Causing perilous dodders within her;
his ardent mannerisms she did see.
Flowering her with exotic excitement;
taking her heart into his confinement.
Becoming her soul’s legendary martyr;
with only a smile he offered for starters.
Blessed by the guardian of affection;
healing every single scar with perfection.
Taking their time to comprehend each level;
once having to overcoming being disheveled.
They gambled on this defiled burden;
She’s only amended by what is certain.
With all her imprudent attempts of no trust;
he looked pass and searched for ‘us’.
And when she finally submitted and fell;
his arms were there with a story to tell.

Star Contemplation

The study of the stars, the planets, the sun, the moon;
can give you a glimpse of things that might happen soon.
Unlike any other science this one is quite fun.
Another special divination tool driven by the Sun.
There's a lot of information, even from basic knowledge.
But if you dive deeper you'll access the New Age College.
Here in this age; we are nothing like the ancients;
for when they gaze upon the skies; they see heroes and legends.
From Babylon to now the our knowledge has grown;
And still some try to stay away from the scary unknown.
There isn't anything to be afraid of actually;
It can be a very helpful tool to living factually.
So take a tour of the oldest science known to mankind;
Because you never know the amazing things you'll find.

The Mighty Feline

Good verses Evil or Yin verses Yang
No matter how you say it; it all means the same.
The brain can weaken, and the body can unfold.
But the eyes, yes the eyes are where the story's told.

A familiar with heart and the love of a human.
With just one look; my eyes will draw you in.
My loyalties are certain; my coat is soft.
To some I might even produce an allergic cough.

But no matter how you see me; I am there.
Beautiful, confident; willing you to stare.
Look into my eyes, the window is here.
My friendly soul is nothing to fear.

Pen to Paper

Pen to paper it begins;
with a thought that will never end.
It seems my mind can't stop moving,
but a love of writing keeps me cruising.

Pen to paper it's still going strong;
the plot thickens; the antagonist is wrong.
It seems my hero is caught up,
and I need to fill my coffee cup.

Pen to paper, it's about to end;
Maybe this one to the publisher I'll send.
It seems I actually had something to say,
and its time for bed; tomorrow's a new day.

Mirrored Stranger

The mirrored image of a stranger,
Feeling different from all the rest.
An old peaceful soul in danger;
Lost in a brown sea without a vest.
Drama always seems to be brewing.
Eyes relating to the brain more stress.
The important things that need doing.
Each day spent passing life's tests.
The mirrored image of a stranger;
It always tell her she's pretty.
Then tries to find ways to change her,
A mirror, the self-reflecting committee.

Heart's Philander

Down the epitomized trail in esoteric contemplation;
absorbed by the unequivocal importance of vertical.
Her heart becoming her own incendiary, afflicted,
and puzzled by the torment of loves journey.

Experiencing the newness elated and presumptuous;
leaves the bull searching the stars for retort.
Intimidated with theoretical happiness;
all scamper to find their souls conformity.

Spending most of her life as a traditionalist;
Allowing nothing to change her parsimonious life.
She finds that the biggest metamorphosis was preeminent;
prodigious even in inauspicious times.

Now with a kaleidoscopic of whirl pooled effusion;
Her enigmatic heart many times cicatrized.
Seems not at all roiled or even mangled;
but uproarious with indispensable fancy.

On The Inside

There are days she likes to go running;
while screaming at the top of her lungs.
Hearing the sound of the pavement’s beat;
the rhythm of her heart dancing free.
It unfolds the prospect of her soul;
she closes her eyes so timidly.
With the nag of her low self esteem;
her mind’s running opportunity.
She settles into meditation;
finding comfort in life’s reflection.
Imagination running wildly; as purity of self arises.
Time heals all wounds and scars of the past;
even when that voice starts screaming lies.
She already has the help she needs;
by dissecting her inner being.
Weave through obstacles to overcome;
Never give up, life’s already won.

Special Directions

I come with special directions
Be careful when you open me
I have no secret confessions
Only love me tremendously
I am of simple form
Anchored not by beauty
I have my own unique “norm”
My soul resembles it purely
You possess all the tools needed
Not much assembly required
I’ve come to repair what’s jaded
Of your heartbreaks prior
So read the directions slowly
Assemble with that sweet kiss
I’m here to stop the tears from flowing
And to fill of what you’ve missed