Sunday, December 18, 2011

Scarlette

A single rising red balloon
Ascends through clear blue sky;
A tiny scarlet silhouette.
A question: simply, why?

A flame so bright, so briefly burns,
Yet wastes no thought on regret.
Laughing sweetly as she flies; free.
Impossible to forget.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

goodnight

i'm sick and i'm tired
and yet the world turns
forcing me to turn with it
keep on rolling
toiling
wishing i could just lie down
for a while and say goodnight
to all that is expected of me

the new days dawn
bringing new life
but not to mine
the same old questions
problems
issues arise and i am to solve them
make it all better

mommies never get to rest
never unwind completely
we are always on the go
looking out for those
who cannot yet fend for themselves
little do they know
they will someday wish they could say
goodnight

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Reflecting Time

Looking out through the window
Reflecting time's illusions.
A new perspective.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Exhaust

Exhausting pollutants
Surrounding everything
No where to hide
To forget the problem.

What happens
When we realize
It was all for nothing
All for money?

We will find
Peace of mind
In the decline
Of mankind.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Disconnect

Disconnect from the current network
Don’t forget who you are
And what it’s like to live
Together
Now
Life has a way of living
And dying in harmony

Friday, September 30, 2011

Illusions

I'd like to unplug but everything's wireless these days
I can't seem to find the time to unwind
Stop wasting time
Continue the journey
Discover the strength
Unleash the passion
Let go of illusions

Monday, September 26, 2011

Your hand

You take my breath away
I gasp, grinning
And beg You to stay

No one has ever enslaved me this way
Your hand draws me closer and bids me obey

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Familiar

It's been too long my friend,
And yet, I can see our paths still wind,
Entwined
In subtle reflections
Of parallel destinies.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Sagittarius

Sagittarius silently flexes
His bow string- an unsuspecting doe falls.
With his smart, strong and patient reflexes,
It's a wonder she had any chance at all.

He has hunted so long for compassion,
Steadfast in his search for true love divine,
His mind wanders freely in expression,
Knowing it's only a matter of time.

He burns with a fire lit deep within,
Passion and courage can all things begin.

Scorpio

Scorpio stings with an intensity
Surpassed only by her love, devotion,
Steaming in mystery, complexity,
Swimming deeply within her emotion.

Longing to be by a strong man possessed;
Heart, mind and spirit she submits freely,
Charms like the ocean softly caressed,
Passion defines her feminine beauty.

Intuition rules this lady of night,
Unique combination of dark and light.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Longing

Longing for the gentle touch of your finger tips against my thighs,
The sweet caress of your lips lightly kissing my breasts;
Then the hungry licks as you travel down to my most intimate,
Tasting my desire for your love, sending shivers up my spine
And making me moan as I move my hips in anticipation,
Craving penetration.  I need you to love me
Until the morning light illuminates the room
And we collapse in pleasure in each others arms.  

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

page

I wrote all but the last four lines of this poem in high school.  For some reason the lines just started spilling into my head even though I hadn't read or even thought of this poem in years. 


I sit and stare at a blank page.
A blank page stares back.
She mocks me in my futile attempt to create art-
at least that is what they are calling it, I think-
I scribble senseless phrases and meaningless words
on her pure whiteness,
making her impure;
blemished with my wishful thinking,
scarred by my emotional wanderings.
She scowls at me and my musings
as though I were an estranged lover.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Poet

Tonight I long for the constance of your affection
the fortitude of your devotion, the range of emotion;
I desire nothing more than peace, safety and love.

No longer a slave to my composition
I sit and stare at my reflection, complexion
and wonder why I am always so naive.

My late night lover works in fiction
making me the star attraction, a unique reaction
between heart and soul, a song to weave.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

The Farm

I remember long, hot summer days:
Without a care to the hustle of the world,
simply wandering one of many ways;
escaping to nature whenever I could.

No judgement or worry I found in the trees-
without which the sun would have burned-
my humble facade, the gentle release,
as the fickle seasons were turned.

The grass grows longer in places without-
on hilltops and meadows a warm breeze
blowing my whimsical imagination about;
a lonely afternoon passing with ease.

I long for those days, the simple and free;
The peace of the grass under shady elm tree.

Muse

Your smile hasn't changed or faded to your age;
I'd almost forgot the way you sparkle and flame
without regret, remorse or dispair to mirage-
the visage is an instrument worry can claim.

You've always known the depths of my heart;
without your burning questions I become lost.
Developing patience is no doubt and art,
but I struggle to swallow the astringent cost.

Escape is extravagance unimaginable to me,
yet nothing will tarnish the finish in my soul.
I love in the virture to live and let be
yet only my muses can make me feel whole.

No other could ever my hunger appease;
Your beauty a complement to my subtleties.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Maybe

One day you wont drive me crazy
One day
Maybe you won't be so lazy
All day
You know just the wrong thing to say
And they will love you anyway

Chorus:

Maybe you won't be so cold
Maybe one day you'll see
Maybe you won't be so angry
Cought up in your own
Little piece of the world.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Insatiable

Insatiable desire
flesh hot from inner fire
refreshed by your touch
unleashed, it can't be too much

longing to see you again
thankful to call you my friend
waiting for the sun
burning, the blossom's begun

Undeniable passion
a predictable action
bringing us closer
thinking, more than just lovers

Friday, March 11, 2011

Disaster

a swift revenge she does unleash against our populations
overflowing and washing away our dirty stains
reclaiming her land and healing the scars
leaving behind nothing but refuse, fragments of our fiction
a dismal wasteland, at least for a while.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Flicker

I know not where the path may lead,
but I extend my hand
searching for the one I need,
the one who understands

a vision not extravagant
but beautiful and bright,
a burning flame to light the way
and chase away the night.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Patient Indifference


Indifference

sometimes I just don't give a shit
it's true
fuck you
don't give a damn what you do
long as you leave me alone


Patience

when I need you most
you disappear, leaving me
to churn in frustration
looking for answers
I simply wait
painfully

endbegin

the end
can never be so simple
always the beginning
the question is
will this be birth
or rebirth
perhaps a perfect opposite
the yin to the yang

Monday, February 14, 2011

Dark Red

wine stains on my lips
and the table
blood red
reminders
of another life
bitter sweet
memories unfold beneath the thorny tide
crimson decay foreboding my thoughts
a sinister feeling is on the air
no where to turn to
nothing is there


Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Drabble

My first thought upon waking was, something's wrong!

As my mind cleared, I realized my hands were bound and I was lying on cold concrete, completely naked! I tried to remember what had happened before blacking out, but all I could recall was having a drink with the handsome stranger who had referred to himself as Adam.

The steel door opened with a squeal. Adam strode in, his face covered in shadow, but his sturdy build gave away his identity. He had something in his hand. Was it... no, it couldn't be... yes, it was an ax! No, please, don't!......

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Physics

I stare in wonder at a web page,
created by a friend from so long ago
it seems almost a dream now,
but I will never forget his long, soft brown hair
hanging to his belt-line
like a tempting veil, waiting to be touched.
Now, so many years later,
he is across the world
living his dream
and here I am waiting
for someone I can feel to come
and sit right in front of me,
someone I can call a friend
and more, a lover, a gift.
This time I will not let him go;
this time I will reach out
and tell him to turn around
and see me, for who I am.
I am now more than I ever was,
although I feel empty
without a partner who will share my dreams.