Title Poem

What if you gave to me all that you say?
Would it be good enough
Would it last long enough
What if you didn't stay?

Your words are hard to believe
when so easily you bleed
Though that's not what I see
Its your shadow of grey
a fog consuming my face

And the fact that
I know you only
like sad songs
It's probably something inside of you
that died sometime
or just went terribly wrong

But you bring out the sad in me
You feed on the weak I see
That's the part I can't stand
the part of you I don't want to be

Here or there
you sound the same

Here or there
it's still Life's Game

Footprints in the snow
A simple way
for us to know
of the path
thats been taken

I am a hot air balloon tethered to earth by conscience, gravity, religion, family, but most of all by choice-for I choose not to cut the ties that bind.

However,

Sometimes I am exhausted from the fight within ; the fight for improvement; the pain of getting things right; thinking how I should, acting how I should, looking how I should. It becomes a struggle to act out the daily life I am living for so many others.

Self Evaluation

Do I empower people, sap them, or leave no mark?

Checking the boundaries for weaknesses...Is it the strengths or weaknesses in ourselves that makes us willing to traverse these barriers?

A quote

A man feels fine when he has no shortage of socks

There's a whimpering in the woods tonight; at one o'clock a cry of fright.

Who could it be? they say. Who? The clock now strikes two.

The cry is not the trees. No, it's not the trees and now it's close to three.

When they start to come out of their doors, the clock strikes in the fours.

Could it be a person alive? they wonder as they get closer. The time is after five.

If so, they're surely in a fix. We can see when the sun comes up at six.

To be continued...

I looked into his eyes and suddenly I knew that they were only a device with which to see through or to deceive with. You could discern nothing beyond what 'they' wanted you to. Unless of course it was involuntary.

Beneath the hollows of the ocean, therein lies mystery and intrigue. That is not to imply that the sea is transparently hollow, no, it is the level that reveals itself beneath the leagues of darkness. There, there is where the glass plated answers reveal themselves to those courageously depth thus far.

Would it be

the one I love

to stab me with

a hand of glove

In

the woodland night

the stars aren't bright

my destiny is grim

He's turned on me

and left me here

alone, sad and cold

Because I never

really loved

but tried to

kill the fear

Confused and lost

I turn around

to kiss whoever sees

All they want

is what's outside

so give your life away

No, wait!

It's not over til it's over,

flutterby

You are my h(e)aven

The look you give

on a moonless beach

The black night

hides a mass

of uncertainties

While following the footprints

of youth

Like animal in a cage

young girl

dismissed

the rage

A beautiful woman

emerges

As your image

floats

majestically

through the clouds

Hair of raven

as a dewdrop

glistens in the sun

Sun may not

turn to rain

Thoughts of you

play in the air

Music and rhythm

swing softly with my heart

For happiness

to the end of time

For your love

I would give

the stars above

For that look you give

the moon

Evonshire

How can I exist
dreaming only
of lips
of which
I've never kissed
Narrow tempo fall
Only wanted
to
catch the wild
Can't see
there's more to see
Beyond
the slick tint
of a snowy
voyage grass
Idle in between
all the trees
we try
to whisper
dissolve
into
flesh meets flesh
Scent of existence
simply not enough
Head in a fantasy
puff
Let a hand
lead you
through the fire
Perfection to be
Linger in a frame
Top it off
with a cherry

Silver Years

Girls and boys
drinkin & smokin
laughin & jokin
Drive Drive Drive
American dream
The tales
we could tell
When I was your age...
...oh how things
do change