skies of blue

one last look, at the past as it drifts
across the mountains into the sea of rifts
no safety nets or easy rides
on the wave of life or ocean tide

I meant every word, played every part
the stars in the sky that blinded my heart
I wouldn't change even one little thing
what heartaches fall and memories bring

I look in the mirror and face the fears
was it just a moment or many a year
as I lose track of what it means
tears fall fast from eyes of green

I write my messages on your wall
the comments that mean nothing at all
thoughts of fair weather and skies of blue
and all I dreamed I saw in you

it was all there, every single part
every lyric ever sang right from the start
at midnight Cinderella had to run
and two fades quickly into one

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let's

let's share all that this love allows 

the minutes and hours, the here and the now 

without any secrets or crossed-fingered vows 

let's share all that this love allows 

let's stay here longer, right in this spot 

let yesterday's problems, now be forgot

the petals fall...loves me, loves me not 

let's stay here longer, right in this spot

let's not let the blue skies turn into storms 

keeping each other safe, loved and warm

from the darkness of night into each new dawn 

let's not let the blue skies turn into storms 

let's share all that this love allows 

the minutes and hours, the here and the now 

without any secrets or crossed-fingered vows

let's share all that this love allows

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Happy Holidays to you all!

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the sleep of angels

my head rests on your shoulder
I listen to your heart beat
your breathing soft and even
while you lay deep in sleep

my face hidden in shadows
the darkness of the room
the stars drift from the evening
and clouds conceal my moon

why can't I just surrender
and dream the way you do
just sleep the sleep of angels
when I lay down my truth

with my head on your shoulder
I listen to your heart beat
the love song that it's playing

the lyrics just for me

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the gift

the best gift that I ever received
arrived in boots and faded jeans
it wasn't Christmas--early July
much flirtation was applied

wrapped in wit and humorous quotes
for me there was no antidotes
I fell deeply under his charm
this one that keeps me safe from harm

so much alike, it's down right scary
always happy, not ever contrary
makes me happy in every way
exactly for the love I prayed

on a ranch we make our home
with a pug that likes to roam
and so this gift, the pug and I
live happily under a big blue sky

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summerize

where truth isn't resented

all I summerize

shines like true love

in once covered eyes

it twinkles like the stars

on an uncloudy night

no longer unspoken

no longer disguised

all that was hidden

and was compromised

washed over and over

were they satisfied?

but all of the cleansing

what they sanitized

should come back to haunt them

should they be surprised?

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from here

from here I can almost smell the sea

waves washing shores with sympathy

fishes swim and seabirds dip

while white masts billow on sailing ships

cloudless sky as the day breaks

sun on my face as I awake

coffe on the porch as I breath this in

it's how every day should begin and end

the sea spans an eternity

so much further than I can see

I'm just a spot here on the sand

but it always works just like I planned

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having now

I could not ask for anything more

a cup so full, it overflows

all I prayed for my whole life

given more that flowers and grows

patience not a virtue owned

wanting my once upon a  time

eluding me at every turn

and every ladder that I climbed

wanting then but having now

grateful; thankful for what is here

as I step out and hear the roar

of my heart beating in my ears

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visions that loom

a few stolen moments

with memories made

not spanning much longer

before quickly abated

not everylasting

not more than a year

not more than mirages

that quickly disappear

the visions that loom

everynight in a dream

what rises to the top

like the thickest of creams

as we ran parallel

on two different lines

what you keep as yours

as I discard mine

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Give Thanks

a nip in the air
friends and family surround
Happy Thanksgiving

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Thanksgiving

a Thanksgiving comes
and as the blessing is said
I offer my own

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quenched

I could see it off in the distance
it beckoned to me, an oasis for the parched
offering honey and the sweetest wine
a promise to fill for a lifetime
the closer I get, further off it seems
a haze that dissipates in the midst
never quite able to grasp, to taste
to finally drink until I'm quenched
the vagueness, the mental imagery
disappears, eluding me

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thirst

the sun beats down on this hot desert day
I'm thirsting for something
I can't quite taste
an azure sky, no chance of relief
I've figured it out
I know just what I need

I need an oasis
I need to be quenched
I need a monsoon
that will thoroughly drench
I need your passion
an overflowing trench

my heart is pounding, feeling an ache
a mournful sound that resonates
crying out for some respite
rain on me baby, shower my life
but clouds aren't forming
in my desert sky

the water lays buried, deep underground
I keep digging deeper
there is none to be found
some day, this river will run free
and what I'm thirsting for
will assuage my needs

I need an oasis
I need to be quenched
I need a monsoon
that will thoroughly drench
I need your passion
an overflowing trench

let me swim in your passion
as you quench my desire
dive in deep
let the water get higher
rain on me baby
let your river flow free
drench me, immerse me, saturate my needs

let it flow all around, surround and
through me

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when

when the dust has settled 

when the smoke has cleared 

when the page is written

when all has been revealed 

when the hurt and anger 

when the tears are dried 

when the sun is shining 

when the pain has died

when the past is filed away 

when fond memories return 

when all that’s felt is loving 

when I grow from what I learned 

when happiness is realized

when life continues on 

when the stars are glowing 

when the song is sung

 
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rippling stream

before the light and all that it seems

I toss and turn then awake from a dream

what was old, and the tired old schemes

float like feathers on a rippling stream

with a clean set of eyes,  I see what is tendered

no warning signs, or white flags of surrender

just one goal in all, as around it we're centered

cast out the lot of the wrong ones that entered

no commentary right now, but I do need to speak

come in the right way to find what you seek

it will take a while, but it's not all that bleak

as we turn our heads; offer the other cheek

cast out the dark, let the new light now shine

the offer of peace will rise up subline

a glow upon yours and now upon mine

from the beginning, fruit rippens on the vine

before His might, and all that is true

before the moon rises, as we take the queue

as much for us all as there is for the few

it all shines so brightly; it all looks brand new

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remnants

each time I stay over, one night at a time 

I am leaving little things for you to find 

Chanel on your pillow, shampoo in your shower 

remnants of me after passionate hours 

early in the morning, our coffee at dawn 

outside on the patio as we stretch and yawn 

I leave for work and you'll do the same 

after you look at remnants and smile my name

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debris

and it all runs off
like a desert wash
after the monsoon rain
debris left in dry arroyos
hazard signs to remind
remnants of the storm
it all runs off

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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...
explored possibilities...
hot kisses flow at night...
a brush with passion, whispered sighs...
weightless I float, over deserted beach...
past boardwalks and haunted seascapes...
through shuttered, cobwebbed, vacant rooms...
candlewax remnants on a dusty floor...
searching again for all that evades...
the sun rises high and seeps through closed blinds...
the pillowcase, wet, from forsaking dreams...

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remnants

I'm gathering up the remnants

from the wildness of the sin

I open the doors and windows

to let the fresh air in

I guess we dodged a bullet

and the havoc it could bring

now once again I'm joyous

cause of all that this will mean

some were so precocious

with heads buried in the sand

all they knew was hatred

not love for this great land

complacency is vicious

while onward you did rage

allow yourself redemption

let emptiness fill the cage

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foretold

go the wrong way foward
most times a difficult road
navagating a path
as the future is foretold
bridges we constructed
as we connected our minds
forged with love and trusting
as this road continually winds
what's around the corner?
honesty and truth?
misguided apparitions
or is it merely you?

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neglect

they cry on tick tok 

they wail on TV

like this is the worst thing

that they've ever seen

suck it up princess

like we had to do

this won't be the most perilous

to happen to you

meanwhile, those 

that will never be sheep

flying our flags 

at last we can sleep

praying for our country

praying for the elect

trying to move forward

moving past the neglect

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the Veteran

the old man talks 

about his time in war

the battles that were waged

on a far away shore

you sit and you listen

to all you've heard before

the price that he paid

in a place he abhorred

he lights a fresh smoke

and you notice his shake

from atrocities seen

and all his heartaches

still, you sit there in silence

not a sound do you make

till he's done with his stories

that makes his soul quake

for all that he lost

what should have been golden

no longer the boy

that innocence stolen

it flows from his lips

like the creek that is swollen

a story he still tells

with fervent emotion

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dimensions

relative dimensions of what isn't right

as the world passes by in the dead of the night

causing the problems, an upheaval  it seems

crushing the hearts of those that had dreams

yonder the horizon, maybe a new day will dawn

come with our coffee as we stretch and yawn

always so much harder than it ought to be

as once more the fight gets knocked out of thee

so baby let it burn till there's nothing but ash

stay out of the ruckus and run from the clash

your name's on a list in indelible ink

with all that you know, with all that you think

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all that is to be

I'm holding on for glory

I'm on the edge of my seat

I'm waiting for the victory

surely God will not defeat

I'm waiting for the tolling

of the Philadelphia bell

will we again be champions?

or do we burn in Hell?

innocence lays squandered

on the side of the road

little ones may not know it

but it's a very heavy load

am I the only one who sees?

all we stand to lose

God will sort out injustice

I pray that this is true

liars and cheats in the market

hoodwinked are their lot

but the good Lord stands among us

to cast the demons out

my heart believes the relevant

the truth will set us free

with an angel on the shoulder

of all that is to be

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direction

love finds its own direction

it doesn't need a path

the trail may look like wilderness

sometimes you'll go off track

but when the trek is over

and you see how far you've come

it may have taken days and weeks

before the journey's done

the times things came to easy

the times I wanted to restart

the times life interjected

the times with a broken heart

the times when it felt solid

the times it washed away

the time that it was perfect

the time is now, today

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