Thursday, March 31, 2022

always back to you

gravity attracts, stronger than a magnet 
force shield broken, I already tried it
there's something I can't put my finger on 
something pulling me back to you 

the steps are steep, but I keep climbing 
up through the clouds to my piece of heaven 
sometimes I slip, I'm close to the edge 
something pulling me back to you 

sometimes there's a light at the end of the tunnel 
sometimes it's dim and my thoughts get muddled 
I'll keep going to get to where you are 
it's worth every penny, no matter the price 

there is something I can't put my finger on 
something that's pulling me back to you 
always, always back to you

spark

what is this difference that I feel 
this  instant fire and energy 
from that very first moment 
an instant chemistry 

are you using heavy artillery? 
I don't think it's needed 
if this is you au natural 
you're sweeping me off my feet

just the first electrical spark 
that I've been looking for 
infused right from the very start 
as you reopen that door

your words are just like poetry 
an arrow straight through my heart 
as one misses the opportunity 
another will take it and runs

Wednesday, March 30, 2022

if

if you fell for it
believe that I don't love you 
then you are a fool

crown of thorns

it's all curled up, resting demure and sweet 
laying face down, harmless and still 
it snarls and growls like the beast that it is 
when you turn it over or step on its tail 
viciously it bites, inflicting before it runs

there aren't enough drugs to ease its pain 
the bitterness dies and so does regret
like the wind from the mountains 
we change what we can and bury the rest 
no questions of why or who knows what's best 

another failure, another flunked test 
we let it all go, saying never again 
no medals awarded for this crown of thorns 
it shrinks so much smaller as distance grows 
the memories fade like the trail behind

the heart will just keep on
as it just seems to do 
believing that next time 
it will all be different
it will all be different

Relationship

Relationships revolve, as they 
Evolve
Laying
A foundation 
That is strong 
In others we plant seeds 
Offering what we both 
Need 
Sealing 
Hearts 
In a lasting 
Partnership 

Tuesday, March 29, 2022

no fond goodbyes

I walked through the fire
without getting charred
swam through the waters
brimming with sharks
fell down the mountain
without bruises or scars
but when I met you 
I had let down my guard

too late I learned
what loving you meant
living in my heart
without paying rent
after paying the piper
leaving not one red cent
you pack all your gear
and down the road you went

no fond goodbyes
or anything close
not one to miss me
more so than most
not one comparison
from those that oppose
I should have known better
than to let you impose
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Judas Kiss

a Judas Kiss 
scorches my lips 
you didn't tip your hand, 
show your will 
or the fact that it was done 
betrayal affronts me 
confounding thoughts and feelings 
all that I thought we were
the silence is deafening
ricocheting through my heart
echoing emptiness and despair 
a perfect deception 
hiding all, 
building walls of departure 
separating fact from fiction 
I did not see it
trusting, believing, 
blinded by what I wanted 
the joke is on me 
the Judas Kiss 
that scorched me will 
burns eternal in my soul

Star

I took one of the stars from the sky, 
the brightest one 
It illuminates my life 
There are still a lot of them 
left for you

Monday, March 28, 2022

No Goodbyes

I would rather say 
à bientôt 
or vaya con dios 
never goodbye

evening

the shadows of the mountain 
stretch long across the valley 
as evening approaches 
I sit on the patio
reflecting on the day 
reflecting on you 
are you reflecting also? 
thinking of me 
wondering what I am doing? 
soon it will be dark 
the stars will shine
the moon will rise
I will stay here 
a little while longer 
thinking of you!

one day left haiku

I almost missed you 
only one day left for us
timing was perfect!

Dog Tag

The last piece of you has been taken from me 
A piece that I thought was insignificant
But, I had it for so long 
that it was a part of me 
It was the first thing you ever gave me 
It was on my key chain 
from the beginning 
I saw it daily 
and it was a reassurance, 
a reminder 
I knew right away that it was gone 
And I searched and searched, 
but it is gone, forever 
Yes, the memories 
of our time together 
Will always remain, 
put in their place, 
filed away 
The anger and loss 
of that one little piece of you 
Tore my heart out, 
brought the loss of you back 
I cried at this loss, 
and from the emptiness 
that came flooding back 
This too, is now filed away, 
with the rest......closure

Friday, March 25, 2022

blues

a portrait begins of wondrous things 
crescent moons and love songs sang 
painted in every colorful hue 
all the colors of a love that's new 

time progresses, lyrics slow 
hues turn darker losing the glow 
love comes down to black and white 
your heart gone, mine unrequited

pushing west

you can spend your time on warmer schemes 
things searched for and what they mean 
a change in horizons, west it seems 
a climate that suited best your dreams 

a cowboy without mountain peaks
passion pushing what you seek 
now it's laying at your feet
the flavor of victory that you seek 

bury those unpleasant sorrows 
plant your heart in arid tomorrows 
nourish it, let it thrive and grow
love shines honest in the valley below

vacation


a four hour drive is worth the price

a chance at heaven with endless nights 
stars that glow and lunar light
my spirit calm, my mind is right 

it is over much too soon 
pack my car and leave at noon 
it floats away like a helium balloon 
over green seas and sandy dunes

Thursday, March 24, 2022

looking back

you wake and find me gone 
I'm not one for hanging on 
to dreams that drift in cloudless skies 
I'll be gone when you open your eyes 

you'll not think you did something wrong 
it's not in you, not where you belong 
the sun will rise and hide muddy tracks 
what you didn't see till you look back 

you won't miss me, I wasn't even there 
I wasn't the answer to your prayers 
wear the shroud, hide it in the dark 
the shadow will not miss the spark 

you wake and find me gone 
I'm not one for hanging on 
dreams that drift in cloudless skies 
I'll be gone when you open your eyes 

ripe

promise comes and shines its light 
a new piece of heaven in azure sky 
it grows ripe on a green vine
to taste this wonder that is now mine 

arms to hold me in the night 
kisses burn and do excite 
heating passion as I squeeze tight 
hidden joy and love's delight 

fantasy plants its seed again 
juice drips freely down my chin 
no turning back once I begin 
I'm staking claim and digging in

closed doors

I read the words on the little screen 
without any thought, without any feeling 
they mean nada, nothing to me 
that door closed--not opening 

doors I close without a pause 
not to make you feel any flaws
not a vendetta, I'm not your cause 
if you read this, you know who you are 

never an answer to any of my dreams 
a one-oared boat on a quick moving stream 
remember way back when once you screamed 
a little overboard.. a little too extreme 

go ahead and comment when you're feeling brave 
nothing but this is for you anyway 
answers won't come to anything you say 
the door stays closed on your yesterdays

free

as you lie in crescent light 
love reflecting in her eyes
I am awake, another sleepless night 
with abstract dreams unrealized

loves conviction, a contorted shape 
hidden by a shadowed face 
again my heart loses trust and faith 
against condemned walls it scratches and scrapes 

as distance grows between you and me 
a faithful wound continues to bleed
the songs you write for her to read 
the final straw that sets me free 

Wednesday, March 23, 2022

Cowboy

I’m lookin' for a cowboy 
With, boots, hat and a horse 
The kind that doesn’t line dance 
Do real cowboys do that? 

Tall and lean and muscular 
From ridin' the range all day 
Ropin', brandin', workin' hard 
Always fences to mend 

Yeah, there’s something about a cowboy 
And romancin' under the moon 
He can sweep me off my feet 
Or maybe use a lasso 

We’ll get in his pickup 
Or maybe we can ride double 
I can ride in front of him 
So he can keep me from fallin’  

At the end of a long hard day 
His boots tucked under my bed 
He’ll fulfill my fantasies 
Just please don’t call me ma’am!

Filed Away

Now the drawer is finally shut 
The ghosts are laid to rest 
All the memories filed away 
The bad along with the best 

The thoughts don’t come now everyday
Only every once in a long while 
Something that trips a trigger 
Makes me remember and smile 

Each piece of you is in my past 
Finally, I’ve moved on 
Didn’t know if it would ever happen 
But you are completely gone 

Starting new, starting fresh 
Get on with my life 
A world of possibilities 
A new world to contrive

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

moot

I wonder how it feels 
as the chalk is rubbed away 
to know that what you mean 
is exactly what you say 
the words hang there like cobwebs 
heavy in a dusty room 
serving as a shelter
protecting like a womb 
there's a shadow on the floor 
a taped outline of truth 
and what you heard was me 
although my point was moot

secrets

that hidden place 
where secrets go
a tiny room 
only lovers know 
latent time 
where I have no will 
a memory that 
is hard to kill 

we dance the dance 
and sing a tune 
off kilter 
and a bit off key 
in the next life 
we might get it right 
but for a while 
it served its need 

you scratch a heart 
into a dead tree 
initials there 
for you and me 
and if no one 
is there when it bleeds
are there sound waves
amongst the trees

perception

a one sided perception 
in the mirrored reflection 
feelings that get penned 
when I feel hemmed in 
always the same direction 
about a heart's inflection
rain that just won't stop 
and potholed riddled blacktops
not looking for resurrection 
or scattered, raw affections 
just looking to make sense 
using a different tense

Monday, March 21, 2022

20/20

conclusions drawn in crimson
they're the hardest to erase 
as is seeps from every pore 
pooling on tile like waste 
I guess that some would say
it has a bitter aftertaste 

it shrouds like a hooded cape
never quite fading away 
it's there in all of my dreams 
remaining here when I wake 
gnawing like a critter 
that is trying to satiate 

is it all illusion? 
a cruel magician's trick 
a smoke and mirrors side-show 
the sleight of hand is quick 
with one quick glimpse it goes 
now you see it, then you've tripped 

it's a double edged sword
that I have fallen and I curse
it's the fickle hand of fate 
and maybe it could be worse
the whole thing has me pondering 
if I could have changed the course 

hindsight is 20/20 
you don't need glasses to see
maybe with cleaner lenses
 you could avoid the trees
it's hard to change directions 
in the middle of what will be