last chance

I pulled out all stops to try to get to you 

you stood on the mountains for a much better view 

while my mind went East, yours headed out West 

the time that I wasted, could have been better spent 

my heart went searching for a love song to sing 

you offered me passion with none of the strings 

my mind got tangled in barbwire reasons 

cut on the hope and bleeding from the lesions 

I boarded my flight and touched down at noon 

my heart left yearning beneath a crescent moon 

sleep does forsake me and so do my dreams 

nothing can blot out these feelings it seems

I pen another sonnet of a heart that is bleak 

wandering aimlessly down love's empty street 

I ponder the consequence of when we last danced 

when I knew it was finished--my heart's last chance

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ode to a lemon drop

a lemon drop martini 

with sugar 'round the rim 

a tart but sweet aperitif 

savoring the color and flavor 

down the hatch it goes 

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love lives here today

love lives here today 

how the sun shines bright 

I will sing you faraway 

a love song for your nights 

love breathes here today 

a soft and gentle breeze 

leaves that whisper quietly

of all the things you need 

love sleeps here tonight 

under the moon and stars 

dreams cover you like a blanket 

no matter where you are 

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deep in your heart

suddenly, your mind is clear 

undoing the angst that brought you near 

sustaining your love with Grace that abounds 

answering questions from love that surrounds 

nestled deep in your soul

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match

random matches in a book 

the cover closed when lighting 

pulling across the surface 

striking sulfur catches igniting

smoke lifts from the once red head 

the flame burns hot and high 

combustion from the chemicals 

consuming all close by 

a sulphur smell that still remains

when breath softly extinguishes

cooling once exhausted

after abated intensity 

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three words

three words not spoken
dance lightly on the tip of tongue
swirling around inside of my mouth
gnashing teeth that won't let them out
pressing hard against bitten lips
exhausted from the fight to be set free
swallowed once more down my throat
washed down with a grain of truth
once upon a time I whispered
spilling them from deep inside
on a distant plain they resonated
and returned unheard to me
three words not spoken

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pirouette

on my toes, but not my game 

a ballerina's pirouette 

Louboutin's with a red soul 

make a pretty silhouette 

crystal clear the morning light

the wine a deepest burgundy 

switching always back and forth 

bending deeply from my knees 

sleep, don't sleep 

dream, don't dream 

black and white to hazy gray 

this is how it seems 

want, don't want

love, don't love

pack it all away

thoughts on a rainy day 

on my toes, but not my game 

a ballerina's pirouette 

Louboutin's with a red soul 

make a pretty silhouette

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just right tonight

the music is just right tonight 

as the cowboys sing the blues

and all the while I'm dancing with him

I remember dancing with you 

as I set down another long neck 

and take a cowboy's hand 

the steel guitar is whining 

lights reflecting upon the stand

the wood floor is really crowded 

and we give it one more go

as he wraps his arms around me 

he's not the cowboy that I know

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the prodigal path

through the fire and through the rain 

I walk this same old street again 

the heat off the street is all that greets me 

I feel it all cause I'm running on empty 

ask me the questions, I'll give you the reasons 

I've been stuck in this forest for many a season 

there's a glimmer of hope as the sun breaks the clouds

I'm living in the present, the here and the now 

I'll meet you half way though the trail may be long 

I don't care what they say about right and wrong

the prodigal path is the truest by far 

that's  how we got to where we are

there isn't a score that we need to settle 

dew reflects softly on each fragrant petal 

once more through the fire, once more through the rain 

with nothing to lose, but everything to gain

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did I miss something?

did I miss something? 

did I not hear when you told me? 

was the music that played too loud 

to distinguish between the whisper of never

and the promise of "I love you" 

were the stars so bright? 

that I was blinded by what I wanted 

to see instead what isn't real 

did I miss something? 

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time

what if there weren't any tomorrows

if you didn't wake with the sun 

if everything you want to experience

is something that never gets done 

if feelings you want to express 

stay locked up deep inside 

never to be set free 

cause we think we have all of this time 

in case I don't get to tell you 

in case dawn never breaks through 

in case you didn't know it

always remember...I loved you

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things

things that were 

things that are 

things that will never be 

all these thoughts 

go around in my mind 

like a hamster on an endless wheel

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velvet

under skies with stars I could touch
hangs the moon, velvet and soft
I shout your name
over and over
love's sound waves reverberate to sea

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heaven

I am in heaven 

at the crossroads I stand

blue sky and drifting clouds 

I'll love you tomorrow 

as I loved you yesterday 

the wind will blow 

liquid silver drops 

will drench the mountain clover 

and I will dance with you 

until the music is over 

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love cocoon

wade across this dammed up stream 

bring across your love for me 

erase the lines of demarcation 

invisible walls of separation 

step across, circle back 

feel the breeze, regulate tack 

how do you know unless you do

feed the heart, hungry for you 

lay me down and cover me 

with your heart, blanket me 

here, amongst the flowers strewn 

wrap me in love's silk cocoon

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the finished portrait

it's a long way to fall between winter and spring 

what would you say if I released everything?

the wind in my sail, the tide on my beach 

how far does my song need to go to reach? 

if I wrote you a song, would you sing along? 

adding some lyrics and music of your own 

is it all just an exercise in my futility? 

could it be that I have everything you need? 

do you think I am your just dessert?

to make you happy and remove the hurt

to expand the empty chambers in your heart 

the finished portrait, a true work of art 

if I wrote you a song, would you sing along? 

adding some lyrics and music of your own 

when the verses take hold and it all filters in 

where your heart finds a place to call home

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Catalina run

my knees are squeezing tightly, 

my arms wrapped around your waist
the sun reflecting off silver,

a quiet highway on which to chase
centrifugal force in motion, 

as you pop the clutch
chest to back, the muffler crack, 

as we hit the open road

low clouds in the mountains 

offer a beautiful view
heading to Catalina, 

a first for me and you
the Victory purring loudly, 

an awesome humming sound
this vibration that I'm feeling 

has nothing to do with this run

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caught in the middle

caught in the middle between black and white 

caught betwixt the sun and the pale moonlight

penning in metaphor, oblique is your write 

my perspective clear, but it's only my side 

answers seeking wisdom from purple sage

curtains that won't rise on the actor's stage 

hopes that get caught in a very small cage 

the book that I read has a blank last page 

how do I get in--push right on through 

dots that won't connect between me and you 

rain pours down from the constant monsoon

it always gets darker before the sky turns blue 

far to the West--lays a new promise land 

where we walked together once hand in hand

things keep shifting like the hot desert sand 

nothing ever turns out exactly as we planned 

caught in the middle between black and white 

caught betwixt the sun and the pale moonlight

penning in metaphor, oblique is your write 

my perspective clear, but it's only my side 

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faith

faith wanes 

questions plague

clouds form 

monsoons rain 

lightning flash 

thunder cracks 

constant turmoil 

wounds rehashed 

sun shines 

moon glows 

ceiling stars 

after the storm

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open my heart

open my heart to understand 

to run unfettered in the fields 

where flowers bloom and skies are blue 

open my heart to understand 

feel the warmth of the bright sun 

swim in the coolness of the pond

napping after in the tall grass 

feel the warmth of the bright sun 

take my love deep into your soul 

unabashed, I give it to you 

in return give yours to me 

take my love deep into your soul

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purr

you complement me on my hair 

when I know that it's a mess 

you say my shirt looks sexy 

and it's torn with stains on it 

you tell me dinner was really great 

when the steak was pretty tough 

you see through rose colored glasses

and I thank you very much 

you tell me that I purr at night 

when it's actually snoring 

you stay awake when I toss and turn 

and I know that it's annoying 

I lay awake and watch you sleep 

saying a prayer of thanks 

with your arm around me tight

loving that I'm there

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reason to believe

I try to believe

that love has no reasons 

sometimes a monsoon 

sometimes a dry season 

let the rain begin 

let the drought finally end 

wrap yourself around 

what's left of me 

bury yourself here 

inside of me 

burrow yourself 

under my skin 

let the rain begin

let the drought finally end 

bury your love here 

inside of me

 

give me a reason 

a reason to believe

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shadows

shadows drip from darkened walls
a cold, bright moon enhances all
many a sleepless night is caused
a love that waits at beck and call

wind

the wind blows change

for better or worse 

stirring up questions 

answers gritty and coarse 

tell the truth 

so I can file it away 

and we can get back 

to yesterday

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Breakfast With The Mafia

breakfast with the mafia 

an early Thursday morn 

we watch them through the window 

not happy with their discord

eating their New York bagels 

while they plan and plot 

we're watching for a drive by

making sure we know when to drop 

one looks like Jr Soprano 

getting out of his chauffeured car 

we're guessing they're all packing 

at least their bodyguards are 

we wonder who's gonna get massacred   

whose days just might be numbered 

we're glad that they don't know us 

and we won't be encumbered 

the underworld sure is thriving 

by the looks of this tight clan 

they're  silenced by other patrons 

so they don't overhear their plans 

we hurry with our coffee 

before Tony Soprano arrives 

we just want to leave here 

while we're still alive

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