who will you love?

who will you love when it finally comes down?
when both of your feet are planted firmly on ground
not sand that shifts and threatens your soul
casting your heart in a deep, black hole
what sparkles not necessarily gold

who can you trust other than your friends?
when the walls crumble and collapse within
mortared feelings at your feet
your spirit sagging from the weight
grace escaping this same fate

who do you know, what do you feel?
what is untried and what is real?
what lays a mystery, could have been had?
it stretches before you, always has
the secret inside a shadowed glass

who will you love, what will be revealed?
when at last your heart is unsealed
when you finally cut and run
to the valley of the sun
North to mountains and endless nights
far away from prying eyes
far away from a past life
far away from me

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blue sky days

drafts I've posted from long ago
when all of my dreams went up in smoke
wounds inflicted by a lover
it took a long time for me to discover
that friendship can't outrun the past
where we've landed at long last

pain inflicted with my words
just in case you had not heard
I love you made you come unglued
not quite what I expected of you
passion alone didn't fit your need
you said you tried to not mislead
and that these feelings would recede

all those thoughts now are held at bay
the curtain drawn on yesterday
the silent sounds that disappear
an effort made to draw me nearer
holding closely what will stay
through months of rain and blue sky days

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album

a photo of every memory
pressed in an album of lost dreams
a faded rose now flat and brown
from the bed where you lay me down
petals starting to fall away
like the sweetness of that day
these memories do not hold a threat
for a heart with no regrets

the aftermath of hope and belief
when you turned your back to leave
your love wrapped up in other things
mine is crippled with broken wings

the last page in a very thick book
love compressed without a look
black and white image on the floor
the window closed as is that door

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someway, somehow

I saw the danger
but not the signs
my heart beats quick
but not in time
and it's too late
to pull back now
it's all going to work
someway, somehow

is it real love
or mirrors and illusion
it hangs heavy
with passion and confusion
it's not rocket science
or nuclear fusion
I'm feeling the draw
electromagnetic intrusion
I'm not pulling out
and not pulling back
it's all going to work
someway, somehow

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forsaking dreams

yesterday's love underneath my pillow...
at night before I go to sleep...
hoping that dreams of you are sweet...
yearning to be in that far off place...
where we explored possibilities...
hot kisses given in candlelight...
a brush with passion, whispered sighs...
I float, weightless, over deserted beach...
past boardwalks and haunted seascapes...
through shuttered, cobwebbed, vacant rooms...
candlewax remnants on a dusty floor...
searching high and low for what evades...
the sun rises high seeping through my blinds...
the pillowcase wet from forsaking dreams...

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lost from sight

I followed the path
as if I had a choice
I lit the candle
and I heard the voice
the whisper in silence
the taunt in the night
the locust of despair
the hope lost from sight

all of the possibilities
that hide in my dreams
the wings of the angel
her halo that gleams
words don't match the lips
it is all out of sync
like an old B movie
pushing me over the brink

it doesn't always make sense
I feel it just the same
the rhymes and the reasons
of all foolish games
I sort it all out
like laundry on the floor
I close tight the window
and open wide the door

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reasons

five hundred reasons
with four changes of seasons
can you weather more?

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the ways you know me

all the ways you know me
and the ways that you are learning
when your hands and heart can soothe me
and stop this endless yearning
nothing I wanted more, as you step across
this welcome mat at my heart's door

as I wandered through the desert
as I looked and learned the dark
as I traveled endless trails
to find you where you are
as I stood in liquid silver
that drenched but did not quench
as I danced with faceless longing
to songs that ended too quick

all the ways you know me
and the ways that you are learning
when your hands and heart can soothe me
and stop this endless yearning
when love can be a heartache
when time moved on too slow
when that all becomes history
what I feel now
what I now know

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open door

love left an open door
to let the breeze blow through
days of rain and darkest nights
my dreams are coming true
I find what I am looking for
what once I thought was gone
all I see reflected
what I hear in your sweet song
sing to me a ballad
of all it is you feel
dance with me a long slow dance
so I know it is real
what grows in my heart
after days of endless storms
this love that I now feel
when I wake in your arms

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little things

it's the little things you offer
things that money can't buy
messages throughout my day
keeps my energy high
a flower in the morning
a sunset late at night
even when you're not near me
you light up my life

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circle

like a circle, round and round
no beginning and no end
arcs that meet, connected and true
what begins and what ends with you

tracing over and over again
deeper and deeper with my pen
pressing harder as I draw
imprinting me inside of you

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smooth

I swallow the concoction
my heart seemed quickly soothed
a little truth mixed with the lies
made it taste so smooth

ambrosia to my waiting tongue
with bibulous afterglow
predilection quickly sets
blurring all that I know

heartburn overtakes me
like the waves of the Black Sea
what echoes in this chamber
may never set me free

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play it to the bone

you play it to the bone
all ends against the middle
while you are laying back
we dance to your fiddle
always a new song
lyrics unrecorded
as you write each verse
all the words distorted

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gold standard

my gold standard dips
monetary units fall
what was once extravagance
is worth little at all
inflation reigns
the black market profits
blood diamonds mined in Africa
trade high on the market
as I slip into poverty
my portfolio crashes
you are living in luxury
made rich on advances

prices plummet at the pump
oil, by the barrel, left to rot
you can fill up with nowhere to go
things we have left worth little or not
stuff you don't need, but still you take
hording, stockpiling all that is left
sitting in the corner of an empty room
you call it want, others call it theft
a race to the finish line
for what is to be
I guess we'll just wait
and eventually see

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The Right Way

It is the sounds of the morning
Garbage truck, school bus, birds
And you, snoring softly
Wanting those few extra minutes

I watch you, early in the morning
Covers askew, hair messed, peaceful
Wanting to stay here all day
Without the tension and stress that work brings

Rolling over you wrap yourself around me
Covering my neck and face with kisses
Hugging me with your arms and legs
Surrounding me with your love

Soon the coffee maker will start
The alarm will go off
The paper will hit the front porch
Neighbors will start for work

But you and I will stay here
A little while longer
Hold the routines off for awhile
To start our day the right way

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illogical

when you are tired
and your mind is weak
the one you are with
is not the one you seek
something missing still
your life is not complete
answers do not come
angels do not speak

when you feel used up
from all that's coming down
illogical ideas from
thoughts that spin around
there is no protection
just incoherent sounds
your angel bows her head
as you're about to drown

you hear a lot of noise
but you can't read the words
the movie keeps on changing
your screams aren't to be heard
destroying all you've built
it is all just too absurd
your angel turned her back
because of what's occurred

when you make a decision
after all this time
you keep slipping backwards
down the rungs you climbed
and it's never poetry
because it doesn't all rhyme
your angel starts to laugh
cause the lyrics sing your crimes

when the answer finally comes
but it's way too late
ice is getting thin
and you still try to skate
you break another heart
in your hurry to escape
this is nothing new
you're told it's just a trait
your angel shrugs her wings
cause you know she can relate

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as sure

as sure as the lightning flash
before the monsoon starts
as sure as the thunder crack
that follows that above
as sure as the tide flows in
after it has ebbed
as sure as the love you bestow
without question or remiss

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homeless

homeless, my dreams
wander the street
sleeping in a cardboard box
chilled from the cold
and rumbling hunger
longing for more
hoping for shelter
love that will
take them in

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I thought

I thought I saw myself
in the words you compose
but it was very vague
a shadow on a page

I thought I saw myself
in that look that you gave
there for just a flash
from your memory cache

I thought I saw myself
in the song that you sang
but it wasn't very clear
if I was ever even there

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silence

I thought it could be special
the way it started
a beginning in my mind
that somehow got messed up
not saying enough
but saying too much
volumes spoken in silence
not enough questions asked
not enough feelings shared
when the door closed
my heart left on the other side

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endless wire

a simple melody
you sing sweet and low
songs of hope and promise
as day to evening grows

a love that spans the distance
through miles of endless wire
close to me in spirit
a heart now set on fire

the music getting louder
as you are getting near
the lyrics you are writing
those that will bring you here

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marks

one mark on the outside
the other lays within
you can read it in my eyes...
what my body verbalizes
but if you want to hear it,
if you want my lips to speak
the whisper that is in my heart
and coursing in all of me
then you will have to tell me--
tell me those three words
I can feel it and I can taste it...
but I won't say it first
never again will I say it first

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midnight desire

I am passion and fire
your midnight desire
my kiss melting on your lips

heat churns from this tide
as slowly we ride
on this wild and frothy sea

delirium steals your soul
passion takes control
there is nothing that you can do

the moon blushes red
on tangled tresses that spread
across the coolness of satin sheets

at last lovers sleep
as the ceiling fan sweeps
the scent of heavenly perfume

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lullaby

I found out
not long ago
wanting more
than I had known

Cupid's arrow
a direct hit
my heart stolen
with your kiss

I fall asleep
under starry skies
and hear your song
sweet lullaby

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weariness

it's too early for birds to sing
sleep is evasive,
dreams nonexistent
I am bathed in darkness,
dressed in coldness
thoughts are heavy,
speeding down congested corridors
will it always be this way?
weariness plagues
my mind betrays
my heart weeps

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