Love

A Stamp, Of What Seems To Be Love:

A Fiery being wraps its tentacles,
Around his frail, tepid neck,
Oxygen he once knew,
Ceases .

Perspective as he knew,
Rearranged, to a painter's new set of tools.

"What is this eccentric warm embrace?"He pleaded.

Love.

Unidentified,
Utterly confusing.
Yet, he could preview love.

A tranquil entity, undoubtedly,
Kindness bearing,
A feeling unbearable.

In thick opaque waters,
The creature resides,
Under a sky,
Enveloped in white.

He stares,
Onward and above.

To the stamp,
Of what seems to be,
Love.

Bridge Layed For You And I:

Seated on stone wall,
I gaze softly,
On a bridge layed,
For you and I,
We shall venture here someday.

Felt On Solid Land:

A power so moving,
Weeping is caught between,
Memory and present.

A fable of love so grand,
The soul of my being,
Shakes.

A cry so divine,
Felt on solid land.

My Old Lover:

Ask me for an embrace,
Like no other,
I will smile warmly,
And grant you this,
My Old Lover.

Ask me for a simple kiss,
For a memory,
I will grin shyly,
And grant you this,
My Old Lover.

Ask me for my love,
Once more,
I will look plainly,
My heart is yours,
Always,
And forevermore,
Just as pronounced before,
My Old Lover.

Dreams Of Who?:

An afternoon spent dreaming,
An afternoon spent singing,
An afternoon spent meaning,
With you.

For even if it's not your face,
I see,
The thought of you,
Never, escapes me.

So, you changed your hair,
The thrill of you lasts,
As the one, we shared.
For I'm still holding on,
To each glass,
Shattered.

So, your voice ain't the same,
I still hear your tune played.
Like a bee gone away,
You'll be back,
This spring.

An afternoon spent dreaming,
An afternoon spent singing,
An afternoon spent meaning,
With you.

Ruby's Song:

You were called ruby,
And just as suggested,
On plain earth,
You are a jewel,
Before me.

With a red reflective glow,
Displayed off your cheeks,
Mirrored to my own,
For you to see.

We have spoke our hellos and adieus,
Now I must return home,
And write a song of you.

Lauren, The Silver Lining:

That night at the museum,
You were the silver lining.
Among art so called premium,
At heart, you were the beauty residing.

You, called Lauren,
I kept a watchful eye,
Me,O so foreign,
Felt as ground to sky.

I desired to declare,
A love honest,
Thorough,
True.
In an attempt to share,
Conversation pressed narrow,
Leaving adieus.

Midnight, I took my leave
You, immured in my thoughts.

Perhaps somewhere in dream,
We could press on,
And press on.

A Seat For You:

Pull up a chair,
For I am waiting here,
We can speculate and converse,
Come to an understanding.

We can discuss art and meaning,
Tug-of-war for belief worth believing.
Anything at all,
To express your being.

Me And Walt:

Me and Whitman,
Sit by the riverside,
In holy silence,
We smile madly.

What a dream,
To share each others company.

Close, yet quiet,
What a joy it is,
To know thee.

I Certainly Miss You, I'm Sure Of That:

As I shut my eyes,
Tight to create clarity,
They begin to break and stray.

Heart pounds like a hammer,
To thin air,
My face,
Washed over without rarity,
Tis my dear old friend,
Pain.

As I yelp,
For help,
I calculate escaping with ecstasy.

Pain continues,
Down my sinking face.
Eyes widen,
A breath.

Can you hear me?
Fair lady,
Because I'm screaming.

Torment;
A man with his hands tied,
Drowning again and again,
Please, I plead,
Touch,
Feel,
Heal,
What is this thing called "love"?
A beggars game it seems,
A poor man without food,
Sore men without truth,
Drowning men without proof.

I'm jumping off buildings,
In mind,
Your love,
Certainly was one of a kind.

A unique pattern sky,
A dream ,dreamt, divine.
T'was mine.

Grabbing time and time again,
Not reaching,
This much is all true,
I Certainly Miss you.

A Ghost's Town:

Her fingers,
Gently lay,
To my neck.
As a garland,
Of fallen, fall leaves,
From everdream trees.

It seems,
I'll stay,
Alongside you,
Every night,
Every day.

With a touch,
That sings,
And screams.

Robert's Wound:

How hurt you must be,
Agony,
For she cut you deep,
And filled the wound with saline.

Pulling back and fourth,
A labyrinth of pain.

Brother,you are strong.
For I feel your dying strain.

Constant Repair To Heart:

How I long,
For the beautiful promenade,
To make a new day,
To take away lovers cursed pain.

If this were heartbreak,
I'd be in two,
Yet I awake, repaired,
Heart blue.

A Hazy You:

A laugh of yours,
Could throw away,
An entire day.

Another called by your name,
Would bring clarity,
For these eyes are murky.

Every white car,
Is you.
Every young girl,
Is you.
Every missing thing,
Is you.
Every dream,
Is you.

All that's viewed ,
Is a hazy you.

Emotions Of You:

To hear you laugh,
Is to hear you cry,
For I hear a specterum,
Of motions divine.

Quietly, you hold your voice for me,
Immured, still I wait for thee,
Across the room.

In Our Absence:

There is a lot being said,
In Our Absence,
Mine and yours,
A haranging anguish.

Makes me question,
"What's a heart for?"

We'd write love letters,
Back and fourth,
Now writing in our compressing minds.
Now,
open mind.

And mind you this.


I still love you so.
You meant no harm,
We share scars,
Continuing hand and hand,
Arm in arm,
Heart in heart.

No use in contemplation,
For what could have been,
For this is everlasting love.

Til flesh dries,
Eyes blind,
Sound mutes,
And story ends.

Even then,
Even then,
I'll find and adore you again.

Afraid Of Love? Absurd:

Are you so afraid of the song called Love?

Absurd.

The rain kisses the ground,
Or perhaps,
Ground raises and pecks sky,
Regardless,
Love is shared,
Simply.

For the rain pools,
And creates with the soil,
This is not love for fools,
This is love, that shall never spoil.