another new song

my mind is open 

my heart is free

there isn't any weight 

pulling on me 

but at any given moment 

that could all change 

right now I'm taking it 

day by day 

around every corner 

or just down the street 

anticipating you 

in every face I see

open for suggestion 

closed to all the pain

looking for a new song 

with a sweet refrain 

when tomorrow comes 

I won't look back 

nothing is laying there 

I shouldn't have left 

tomorrow is a beginning

for another new chance 

for another new song 

for another new dance 

if you want to come along

if you want to play a part

if there is anything

left inside your heart 

if there is a glimmer 

or anything held within 

leave the past in the past 

let's make a new beginning

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out of the office

off to the wilds to hunt for white tail deer. Be back next Friday my friends

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serendipituous

some say it is serendipitous
I think they are ridiculous
left more to hosts up above
deciding who shall fall in love

not lucky the last time that I fell
knowing it could not work out well
some discoveries come much too late
found out it's part of love's game

this time I know now it's true
different from all those that I knew
better this last time around
serendipitous or not is what I've found

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Happy Birthday (B)

may you always be blessed in all that you do

may angels always watch over you

may happiness each and every day surround 

filling you with its hearty rich bounty 

in all you seek, may you always find 

but one thing keep inside your mind 

there's no love truer than yours and mine

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catch the moon

I'll catch the moon

and I'll see you there 

wherever I am, 

to wherever you are 

I'll see the stars 

the same stars as you

although you are on 

the other side of the world 

I'll have the same thoughts

the same thoughts as you 

of a distant past 

in an hourglass 

and the sands that fall 

were on a beach, under the stars 

where we walked 

if you take the time,

we can catch the moon 

gather stars in our heart 

wherever I am,

to wherever you are 

I'll see the stars

the same stars as you

although you are on 

the other side of the world

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sweet release

stand next to the fire 

and feel the flame 

watch the smoke 

rising higher and higher

look into the heart 

of this white hot inferno 

as you palpitate 

that sweet, sweet release 

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arms length

once a very short distance

on a lengthy velvet cord 

abjuring close enough to leave 

always at your arms length 

severed from past moments 

surgically the cut 

anaesthetized memories 

against my heart they butt

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about you

if on a crowded street we meet

filled with shopping throngs 

would you greet me cordially? 

or turn your back and run 

would you smile and say hello? 

or look through me as if I'm not there 

does it leave and empty feeling hanging 

about you in the air? 

would we go for coffee? 

and speak of useless things 

seeing into the future 

talking of what it will bring 

if on a crowded street we meet 

filled with shopping throngs 

would you greet me cordially? 

or turn your back and run

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all that we are

your eyes are partially open, 

I know you look at me 

what is it I can offer, 

something that you need? 

everyone is looking, 

blindly they can't see 

but I am seeing into you,

and you see into me 

in your darkest hour, 

will you reach for me? 

do you feel me next to you, 

when everything seems gray? 

when the night grows long, 

do you think of me? 

do you see me in the sunset 

and at the break of day? 

is there any room

--room for me there inside? 

I think I saw a glimpse once, 

a glimpse inside your heart 

will it ever come, 

that once upon a time? 

where the shadows fall

--I can see all that we are

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daughter

you feel like it's going nowhere 

and your slipping off the track 

you can't move into tomorrow 

with all of this on your back 

all I see is anguish 

when I look into your eyes 

no words of comfort I offer 

give you peace of mind 

daughter, you're still young 

and you will find your path 

love will be restored 

rising out of this aftermath 

don't give up on faith 

don't give up on prayer 

look upward to His heavens 

you'll find the answers there 

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penned with love

there is a sweet, sweet melody 

that's playing in my heart 

simple and slow, easy chords to play 

it comes to me 

on each morning breeze 

staying all day long 

who will write the lyrics? 

to this music my heart knows 

who will sing it to me? 

strumming softly the notes

feeling each verse

the lyrics penned with love

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today

today changes 

what yesterday meant 

what dissipates 

into the midst 

what dissolves with water 

what once was true 

today changes 

the yesterday in you

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thought

if I close my eyes 

I will miss all the good stuff

sometimes, I just nap

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poker

a good poker face 

your hand not tipped 

playing your cards 

close to your chest 

stoic, no tremors 

or betraying what you hold 

as I lay down 

the queen of hearts

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threadbare

the delicate fabric rends 

once intricately meshed 

carefully woven together

by loving hands

beautifully it hangs 

the cloth, pleasing to the eye

colorful hues 

in a fashionable design

underneath--tattered and shredding 

worn from friction and resistance 

threads now falling on the ground 

the delicate fabric rends 

once intricately meshed 

carefully woven together 

by loving hands 

now frayed and flawed

threadbare

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the last dance

baby, save the last dance 

save the last dance for me

the music is just right tonight

these lyrics that I feel 

we may not get another chance 

this time, let's do it right

 baby, save the last dance 

the music is ours tonight 

put your arms around me 

pull me to your chest

I can feel your heart beat 

pounding against my breast 

my head upon your shoulder 

we move slowly to the song

the tempo is just perfect 

it's here that I belong 

baby, save the last dance

save the last dance for me

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metaphors

poets write with metaphors 

to protect their feelings 

letting others read into it--

infusing their own meaning 

sometimes it hits close to home, 

no matter how vague we pen 

obtuseness only goes so far 

when you're in the midst of it 

we write of  many unread books 

and things left in the rain 

 of dances left unfinished 

and songs that we once sang 

we write about opening windows 

and about closing tight the doors 

of dense, white fog and shadows,

shrouds and birds that soar 

we write of finding happiness, 

of thunder and skies of blue 

of footprints in sand, the ocean tides 

and about the crescent moon 

a metaphor does many things, 

it's left to interpretation 

in every singular purpose, 

or every singular situation 

we pen these poems as lyrics 

or tag them spiritually

hoping others will read them

and find the strength they need

some may bring them close to tears

while other make them laugh 

pulling from them what prose will

maybe bringing a sweet repast

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thank you

thanks for fixing that broken gate 

for making me dinner when I work late 

for rubbing my back--taking my tension away 

at the end of a very, very long day 

thanks for changing the bulb over our bed 

when it blew out right over our heads 

for fixing the plumbing leaking in my shower 

no matter how late or early the hour 

thanks most of all for just being you 

for every single little thing that you do 

for caring for me right from the start 

thanks for mending my broken heart

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another go

it is just my way...the lightning and thunder 

keeps you on your toes or running for cover 

would you want it to be any other way? 

this roller coaster ride that we both play 

it's the pull of the ocean and deep riptides

it's bigger than life--but black and white 

sometimes like a cd that skips 

or a new gun that kicks a bit

tomorrow we stroll down another path 

burying the pain and the aftermath 

starting over...another new page 

that's how it works, or so you say 

 

sometimes crazy but always amazing 

as we pick the parts that we are saving 

I don't know if we can keep it afloat

as I watch from a shadow in the afterglow 

tenacity and grace give it another go 

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maturing

matured by damage

over years it was incurred

that is how it works

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hello, again

let's start again 

"hello, how are you 

do we know each other?" 

this time, let's go slower 

"yes, we've met before,

but it was a while ago" 

can history repeat? 

can it be any sweeter? 

than the time before... 

 "they are playing our song 

would you like to dance?" 

this I remember well!

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it was you

it wasn't the moon 

that got to me that night 

it wasn't dancing close 

or purely circumstance 

it was much more than that 

it was all of those things 

and much, much more 

it was you

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a cappella

a cappella 

you tell me you love me 

with a full orchestra 

you show me how much

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something

I'm packing very little
there's not much that I need
hitting the open highway
for the beach, the sun, the sea

heading for the border
be there early today
I know once I get there
my troubles fade away

pulling out my passport
for examination
many detainees here
waiting on immigration

something about the ambiance
something about that air
something about the evenings
that makes me forget what's here

Mexico, just a dream away
closer than it appears
the climate always perfect
maybe, I'll just stay there

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roads

some roads lead to nowhere 

some lead to happiness 

some lead you to destruction 

some lead to financial success 

some lead you to heartache

some lead to a dead end 

some lead to a pot of gold

some lead to emptiness 

on some I have been chased 

on some I think I crashed 

on some I have been running 

on some I'm standing still 

some may lead to heaven 

another straight to hell 

I have to keep on going 

cause you can never tell

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