Thursday, February 24, 2022

more java

the dog needs fed and laundry needs done
here I sit, updating my blog
a day off should be just that
I want to be a bump on a log

you're out there trying to hunt and gather
I'm at the ranch my tag won't matter
you understand my strong work ethic
one of many things I love about you

plan my day, with an early morning cup
the moon's still there when I get up
late to bed always early to rise
need more java to fully awake

I feel the surge, caffeine does its thing
the cans at the curb and the dog finally ate
it'll get done maybe today or tomorrow
so what if what's left has to wait

fitbit says I should walk or move
my legs are crossed I'm wiggling my shoe
I know it's cheating but I don't care
I'd get more done if there was less to do

need to shop cause we're out of food
lunch at Sam's seems to fit my mood
a hotdog is good any day or any hour
that's right folks, I am what I am
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blossom

love is like a flower
that blossoms with the sun 
closing tightly in the evening 
when the day is done
the petals soft and colorful 
the fragrance sweet and pure 
drawing close the humming bird 
with its strong allure 

pull me close, hold me tight 
pollinate my heart 
love me deep, love me true
love me when we're apart 
love me in the warm daylight 
underneath the moon and stars
love me with all of your heart 
don't let the blossom fall

Wednesday, February 23, 2022

edge of reason

a rider on the mountaintop 
lightning illuminates
hat pulled low he spurs his horse 
and rides down to my valley 
water for the mount of roan 
a blanket for the cold 
the cowboy spins his story 
I listen as it unfolds 
enraptured and transfixed 
I am captured by every word 
before the night is over 
the edge of reason blurred 
dawn reaches out its nice warm rays
through heavy breaking clouds
and while I'm laying there asleep 
you ride out at sunrise

this

this is my resistance 
this is my one response 
this was the way I say I love you 
this was my last chance 
this is my one romance
this was the crimson line 
this was the way I show you 
this was all there is 

this was the wall where I fall 
this was the path where I break
this was the song where it all went wrong
this was the final dance
this was the place where you draw the line 
this was where it all changes 

this is where my heart bleeds 
this is where the rending starts 
this is the way I've come to know
this is the winding road 
this is the narrow doorway 
this is the back I see
this is the door that is finally shut 
this is the window that is closed

tlc

tender loving care 
hands strong and expertly skilled
all the stress relieved

Monday, February 21, 2022

passport

my passport is laying dusty 
on the dresser in my room 
constantly, reminding me 
of my last trip to the sea 
I need to squeeze in one more trip 
to this place I love 
where serenity, engulfs me 
and the white noises leave quietly

Saturday, February 19, 2022

I wake

your arm across me 
while you sleep 
warm and safe
protected, sheltered
loved

running back to you

dealing with too much worry
never any good news
I'm thinking of running away
running back to you

I need someone to hold me
a different point of view
I'm thinking of running away
running back to you

I need a tower of strength
from these times that leave me blue
I'm thinking of running away
running back to you

I need your love and passion
a heart to fall into
I'm thinking of running away
running back to you

I want to feel your shelter
a smile the sun shines through
I'll be there tomorrow
I'm running back to you

always running back to you
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kissed a lot of frogs

waiting for my prince 
you fell from heaven above
frogs a waste of time

Thursday, February 17, 2022

when you

when you can learn a lesson 
when you get a new perspective 
when you work through the pain 
and discover what remains 
when you take a giant step 
when you have a little help 
when you don't have a plan 
but it works itself out 
when you look inside 
when you chuck the pride 
when my heart finally accepts 
tears no longer wept

norm

outside the norm 
but an inside part 
over their lines 
but inside my heart
not listening to others 
decide what's for me 
the books and tapes
discussing thoughts and feelings 
gonna live outside the rules 
of typical behavior 
an aggregate response 
a taste I'll savor 
outside the norm 
but an inside part 
crossing over their lines
but listening to my heart 

piper's tune

I want to dance
to the piper's tune
I want to love you 
under a crescent moon 
you started a fire 
I still feel the heat
and what it brought 
was what I needed 
so dance with me baby 
to the piper's tune 
hold me tight, 
one more night 
under a crescent moon 

Wednesday, February 16, 2022

a cappella



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brick upon brick

love that we build 
laying brick upon brick 
mortared with heart and hope 
a firm foundation 
that is holding fast

Saturday, February 12, 2022

contrast

once again I dream 
vivid visions that vary 
contrasts dark to light

I'll take it

too long denying 
too hard trying
it is what it is 
I'll take it like this 

too many tears 
too many fears 
but you I always miss 
I'll take it just like this 

I pushed you away 
but want you here to stay 
let's seal it with a kiss 
and keep it just like this

rescue

I don't need a hero 
I don't want to be saved 
you can come to my rescue 
with an invisible cape 
I jumped off the ledge
the feeling is not new 
a hero cannot save me 
from falling in love with you

Thursday, February 10, 2022

wizard of oz haiku

no thoughts like Scarecrow 
no heart to break like Tinman
no courage like Lion

the sea

my house by the sea 
smelling the salty air 
as waves crash on the beach 
the sound of the waves 
as they cover the sand 
smoothing the beach once again 
erasing footsteps and castles 
under the moon’s soft light 
and the sea’s evening flow

dreams haiku

when I close my eyes 
thoughts of us run through my mind
dreams of what could be

Wednesday, February 9, 2022

storm

lightning flashes in the dark sky 
following by rolling thunder
vibrating deep inside my soul 
shaking everything that I know 

rain falls heavy, filling the wash
soaking unprotected life 
zero the visibility 
so many things that I don't see 

all or part

all or part of what I give 
more than love this way of living 
more tomorrow than yesterday 
this is my gift to you 

all or part of every dream 
we piece it together with fantasies
more tomorrow than yesterday 
this is my gift to you 

all or part of what we are 
days of blue or thunderstorms 
more tomorrow than yesterday 
this is my gift to you

us fools

what is it or was it I could have done? 
to bring this rain that blacks my sun 
you made all the rules 
I danced happily to your tune 
time doesn't change 
the way for us fools 

I love you now and all yesterdays 
paying the piper all of his wages 
I drank from the well 
till it all ran dry 
asking the questions, 
the what and the whys 

you know deep down I played my part 
walking away with this broken heart 
you made all the rules 
I danced happily to your tune 
time doesn't change
the way for us fools