Dream of me …
You whispered just before we parted
Think sweet thoughts of you and me
Dream of me
Caressing your face, gazing deep into your eyes
Nuzzling and kissing the nape of your neck
Dream of me
The warmth of my body aligned with yours
Slipping gently into slumber
Dream of me
Before your last thoughts are of tomorrow
And today is gone forever
Dream of me
And I will dream of you
Friday, August 29, 2008
Unattainable
Why do we want so badly
That which is not available
Out of our league
Out of our price range
Out of our zip code
Out of control
Out of circulation
Why do we want so badly
That which is not available?
It is because it is unavailable.
So when we can not attain it,
We can justify
The loss is not so great
That which is not available
Out of our league
Out of our price range
Out of our zip code
Out of control
Out of circulation
Why do we want so badly
That which is not available?
It is because it is unavailable.
So when we can not attain it,
We can justify
The loss is not so great
Parallel Lives
Whatever I write wouldn't suffice
To express the angst
That permeates and hibernates
Within you … within me.
Serendipity
Has befriended us
Allowing our parallel lives
to intertwine
when both so needed this contact
The essence of your scent
The sparkle of life in your eyes
The warmth of your personality
The tenderness of your touch
The passion in your heart
Have not withered to extinction
Let me remind you what it is to live.
To express the angst
That permeates and hibernates
Within you … within me.
Serendipity
Has befriended us
Allowing our parallel lives
to intertwine
when both so needed this contact
The essence of your scent
The sparkle of life in your eyes
The warmth of your personality
The tenderness of your touch
The passion in your heart
Have not withered to extinction
Let me remind you what it is to live.
Sweet Addiction
What sweet addiction is this which surges through my body to my very soul?
What urges me to seek more, to embrace the emotion of the rush?
What habit will I form if I succumb to the poison you call love?
How easily does this want control my thoughts … my desires.
When again will the sweetness of your words bathe me in caresses?
What illusion of intent have I created in my blissful unawareness?
What urges me to seek more, to embrace the emotion of the rush?
What habit will I form if I succumb to the poison you call love?
How easily does this want control my thoughts … my desires.
When again will the sweetness of your words bathe me in caresses?
What illusion of intent have I created in my blissful unawareness?
Absence of Truth
How honest must I be with you?
With myself?
So many lies and omissions
Floating around us –
Like dust particles
Inoffensive –till someone stirs them
Or shines the light
To expose them
And even though
Nothing has changed-
Everything is different
Except the absence of truth
With myself?
So many lies and omissions
Floating around us –
Like dust particles
Inoffensive –till someone stirs them
Or shines the light
To expose them
And even though
Nothing has changed-
Everything is different
Except the absence of truth
Esperándote
Esperándote
Para oír tu voz
tocar tu piel
sentir tus labios
oler tu olor
ver tu sonrisa
Esperándote
Como el día, la noche
la luna, el sol
la lluvia, el arco iris
la orilla, la ola
Esperándote
Hasta el día
La hora
El minuto
El segundo
Que estamos juntos otra vez
Hasta cuando no tengo que esperarte más
Para oír tu voz
tocar tu piel
sentir tus labios
oler tu olor
ver tu sonrisa
Esperándote
Como el día, la noche
la luna, el sol
la lluvia, el arco iris
la orilla, la ola
Esperándote
Hasta el día
La hora
El minuto
El segundo
Que estamos juntos otra vez
Hasta cuando no tengo que esperarte más
Tears
My tears have already dried
and yet,
they have not been shed
the not knowing
what tomorrow will bring
is overwhelming,
scary,
saddening
These tears
recycled
to be used again.
Wipe not my tears away
for they may be
my only memory
of you.
and yet,
they have not been shed
the not knowing
what tomorrow will bring
is overwhelming,
scary,
saddening
These tears
recycled
to be used again.
Wipe not my tears away
for they may be
my only memory
of you.
Nonchalance
I feign nonchalance, indifference
And at times
Almost convince myself
But I know too well
The signs of sorrow, longing, of emptiness
My façade cannot disguise
The reflection in the mirror
The reflection in your eyes
And at times
Almost convince myself
But I know too well
The signs of sorrow, longing, of emptiness
My façade cannot disguise
The reflection in the mirror
The reflection in your eyes
I Can't Breathe
How many hours
can these tears fall
before they dry up?
How long can I gasp for air
between sobs?
How long will my chest heave
with each breath I take?
How long will I write into the night?
I don't remember the last time I cried myself to sleep.
It scares me, my feelings
But they will fade
I should have known,
Tested the water
I know it wasn't your plan …
To hurt me
But it happens.
I can't breathe
can these tears fall
before they dry up?
How long can I gasp for air
between sobs?
How long will my chest heave
with each breath I take?
How long will I write into the night?
I don't remember the last time I cried myself to sleep.
It scares me, my feelings
But they will fade
I should have known,
Tested the water
I know it wasn't your plan …
To hurt me
But it happens.
I can't breathe
Concentric Circles
Put on the spot about my emotions, my feelings
I flounder; I hesitate; I vacillate…
Such as what my emotions, feelings do towards you
Our circles, as you call them, intersect, but are not concentric
Yet when they do meet … they vibrate
A certain connection … we energize each other
When I'm with you, when I have your undivided attention
I feel special … desired
And when the attention is elsewhere, I am content
Knowing I am still your friend, albeit in the shadows
And when apart … I know … you know
We proceed independently …
Each dealing with the challenges that life brings us
Each attempting to juggle what conflicts are thrown at us
Each trying to hold on to that which keeps us sane
And a part of that …
a special part of that …
is the unique friendship we share
(Written for Randy ... may he rest in peace)
I flounder; I hesitate; I vacillate…
Such as what my emotions, feelings do towards you
Our circles, as you call them, intersect, but are not concentric
Yet when they do meet … they vibrate
A certain connection … we energize each other
When I'm with you, when I have your undivided attention
I feel special … desired
And when the attention is elsewhere, I am content
Knowing I am still your friend, albeit in the shadows
And when apart … I know … you know
We proceed independently …
Each dealing with the challenges that life brings us
Each attempting to juggle what conflicts are thrown at us
Each trying to hold on to that which keeps us sane
And a part of that …
a special part of that …
is the unique friendship we share
(Written for Randy ... may he rest in peace)
Even When
Even when
The music has died
The miracles have faded
And the clouds have lingered and blocked the sun …
Give one more hug.
Think not of yourself:
Your needs
Your worries
Your pains
Your sorrows
Just give one more hug.
And then another.
And then wait …
For the music, the miracles and the sun
To reappear
The music has died
The miracles have faded
And the clouds have lingered and blocked the sun …
Give one more hug.
Think not of yourself:
Your needs
Your worries
Your pains
Your sorrows
Just give one more hug.
And then another.
And then wait …
For the music, the miracles and the sun
To reappear
I May Have Fallen
I may have fallen for those eyes,
But I stayed for the way you look at me.
I may have fallen for the sexy curve of your lips,
But I stayed for the way they say my name.
I may have fallen for your charm and witty banter,
But I stayed for the sincerity and directness.
I may have fallen for your sensual kisses and your embrace,
But I stayed for the lingering touch and shivering down my spine.
I may have fallen for all the wrong reasons,
But I stayed for all the right ones.
But I stayed for the way you look at me.
I may have fallen for the sexy curve of your lips,
But I stayed for the way they say my name.
I may have fallen for your charm and witty banter,
But I stayed for the sincerity and directness.
I may have fallen for your sensual kisses and your embrace,
But I stayed for the lingering touch and shivering down my spine.
I may have fallen for all the wrong reasons,
But I stayed for all the right ones.
A Glimpse of Your Heart
A glimpse of your heart
Was all I got
And you left me yearning for more
To know the depths of your soul,
The intensity of the man
Behind the words
A glimpse of your passion
Was all I got
And you left me yearning for more
To know the depths of your sensuality,
The intensity of the man
Behind the touch
A glimpse of your life
Was all I got
And you left me yearning for more
To know the depths of your experiences,
The intensity of the man
Behind the joys and burdens
A glimpse of you
Was all I got
And you left me yearning for more
To know the depths of your motivation,
The intensity of the man
Behind the inspiration
Was all I got
And you left me yearning for more
To know the depths of your soul,
The intensity of the man
Behind the words
A glimpse of your passion
Was all I got
And you left me yearning for more
To know the depths of your sensuality,
The intensity of the man
Behind the touch
A glimpse of your life
Was all I got
And you left me yearning for more
To know the depths of your experiences,
The intensity of the man
Behind the joys and burdens
A glimpse of you
Was all I got
And you left me yearning for more
To know the depths of your motivation,
The intensity of the man
Behind the inspiration
Monday, August 25, 2008
She'd Been Waiting
She'd been waiting ...
(written for my brother Paul and his new bride)
She'd been waiting for him
And he, for her
Not for an hour or a day
But for a lifetime
Long before ever acknowledging
The other's existence in this realm
The need had begun
She knew … he knew ….
What would make the world complete
And yet obstacles, disappointments
Misconstrued relationships
Eons spent wondering, wandering
In a maze of oblivion
A plethora of emptiness
Kept them apart
But now,
After so many lost yesterdays and misplaced tomorrows
Forever is not long enough
for all the smiles in the morning,
naps in the afternoon,
kisses in the evening
and whispers in the night
She'd been waiting
For him
And he, for her
And at last …
. . . the waiting is over
(written for my brother Paul and his new bride)
She'd been waiting for him
And he, for her
Not for an hour or a day
But for a lifetime
Long before ever acknowledging
The other's existence in this realm
The need had begun
She knew … he knew ….
What would make the world complete
And yet obstacles, disappointments
Misconstrued relationships
Eons spent wondering, wandering
In a maze of oblivion
A plethora of emptiness
Kept them apart
But now,
After so many lost yesterdays and misplaced tomorrows
Forever is not long enough
for all the smiles in the morning,
naps in the afternoon,
kisses in the evening
and whispers in the night
She'd been waiting
For him
And he, for her
And at last …
. . . the waiting is over
Rules
RULES
Society dictates
That we live by certain rules
Behave like well trained puppies
Such as we are taught.
Rules control success, safety, pleasure, conformity
Some rules are cast in stone
Some rules vary by setting, situation, players
Laws of nature
Cannot be denied
Social norms prevail
Laws and guidelines
Regulations
Employment policies
License restrictions
But ultimately ... rules
And yet as individuals
Amongst all these imposed conventions
We insist on the creation of our own personal rules-
personal preferences, limitations, expectations
Which are the hardest to obey?
Extrinsic or intrinsic
Self enforced, I think.
What circumstances?
What consequences?
What contradictory behavior most rewarding?
Self enforced, I think.
Society dictates
That we live by certain rules
Behave like well trained puppies
Such as we are taught.
Rules control success, safety, pleasure, conformity
Some rules are cast in stone
Some rules vary by setting, situation, players
Laws of nature
Cannot be denied
Social norms prevail
Laws and guidelines
Regulations
Employment policies
License restrictions
But ultimately ... rules
And yet as individuals
Amongst all these imposed conventions
We insist on the creation of our own personal rules-
personal preferences, limitations, expectations
Which are the hardest to obey?
Extrinsic or intrinsic
Self enforced, I think.
What circumstances?
What consequences?
What contradictory behavior most rewarding?
Self enforced, I think.
Recycled Words
These words
Normal, well used
Are recyclable
Like glass, cardboard, plastic
And the emotions they represent
Nothing special
Webster has nothing on Shakespeare
What word picture you paint
The canvas you choose
The composition, the vision
It's all how you mix your paint
How you blend your words
For the right mixture
Of fantasy and reality
Of truth and fiction
Normal, well used
Are recyclable
Like glass, cardboard, plastic
And the emotions they represent
Nothing special
Webster has nothing on Shakespeare
What word picture you paint
The canvas you choose
The composition, the vision
It's all how you mix your paint
How you blend your words
For the right mixture
Of fantasy and reality
Of truth and fiction
Step One
My blog is not going to include rants about the world and life's wrongdoings. It's probably not going to hold a diary of what's going on in my life. But, what it is going to contain is my poetry. I have been wrting it for over 30 years. Some of what I post will be old, and some of it will be recent. You may find you can relate to some of what I write .. if so .. cool. If not, click the X and move on. I've been told I should publish. This is the first step, I guess. I'm open to feedback. (Just don't crush my fragile feelings, please.) Thanks to all of you who have been my inspiration, my muses.
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