sick

on the outside she is smiling and strong, but she is sick, her heart aches with each site, sound and though of him

love

dreams aside, we are one and I feel complete.

he makes me shine like the sun and warms my soul beneath.

the first as I arise, the last as I lay down,

he makes my heart sing and sets me at ease in every way.

big dreams

My opening scene, as the music cues and names they roll.

The one with the girl in her own big world of possibilities.

He doesn't understand.

My mind it wraps around my thoughts,

the ones only I can see.

How can it be explained to anyone but me?

The plot turns and twists, the music agrees.

With all there is constantly,

Constantly I live inside my head.

He sees me, but only in so far.

He can only see life in one direction,

I live it up even when I'm down.

The music slows and the credits show the

way my life will go.

The girl in her own big world of possibilities.

for better or worse?

how do you know forever?

the one, the only?

since all of ten,

pigtails and innocence.

Dreaming.

Imagining.

Now it's real and has become.

Looking for certainty,

you should know...and you do...

but you don't.

unconditional

hands with a soft touch know too much.
mind and matter blend together.
too much and barely enough,
all at the same time.

an instant, and hour, a moment, a day.
time moves independently in it's own strange way.
soothes the body and soul.
unconditionally.

you look at me, wondering.
a wink, a nudge, I know you, yes.

unconditionally
you look at me.

barefoot

I know why Foster wrote, "My Old Kentucky Home"-

for me the sun couldn't shine brighter any place else.

A true state of common wealth-

Happiness and love,

Pride and joy.

We could feel no richer.

For the rolling hills of blue

and the delight of the sound

echos in my mind.

The highs and lows can all relate,

for our ties that bind

run deep beneath the fertile soil.

TOGETHER

She can't let him know-it's too depressing.
She can't be herself-because she's missing.
She holds it in.
He holds her closer.
He holds her up.
He doesn't know that he's holding her together.

10 days

a decade of days
seems an eternity.
a voice, a touch, a familiarity-
longing in uncertainty.
a decade of days spent
in perplexity.
a soul, a heart, in need of
serenity.
longing for longevity....

unanswered

A dream,
my fervent hopes,
leave me helpless.
I cannot move or escape-
his prescence lingers in the room,
in the air,
on my mind,
lond after his departure.
The realization that silence
has a sound is
suddenly clear.
It is the sound of the secrets
of my heart
as they reamin unanswered.

the recesses of reason

In the recesses of reason our souls speak and you peer into my head.

Your voice hits me like a wave.

In the depth of seduction

the motions are still and I'd like to have it all under my control.

As I break into the world at midnight in a summer daze,

a haze,

things are not always as they seem.

To the music of rustling leaves, kicked by the soles of my soul.

I stop at the foot of a tree,

there I find a poet,

a king.

Entrenched and entwined, he and I groove.

Easily, as I could understand.

The turn of the mid-day hour reminds me of the moments.

On a roller coaster of words and wit.

Breezy and true, unwavering friends.

Longingly I dream, then on my way am wandering.

drifting, mending,

changing seasons, they are abrupt.

Alone or inbetween, he comes to me.

Comes before me, the poets dream.

Comes forth the truth of the land and waves,

as he and I groove.

reality check

who needs reality t.v?

real life already serves up

too much reality for me.



wars are waged between commercials.

nature takes its toll & is

"to be continued"...



politicians duke it out on

family feud and this weeks

death toll scrolls across the tube.



the right to privacy has been pre-empted

and our curiosities are tempted.



disease & crime go prime time

while tragedy is sold on qvc.

your guide will tell you where the

next terror plot will be.



who needs reality t.v?

real life already serves up

too much reality for me.

update at eleven.

insomnia

my eyes are as heavy as my heart.

I would, should I could,
take it all back.
For all the time to think,
I can't sleep and the words
they flow in place of dreams.

Sunflower

the glass always half full,

on the bright side of the

everyday push & pull

believe

be living

be loved

when the hands have all

been played,

choices have all been made-

look up to the sky,

it will all shine down,

reasoning why

sunflowers open towards

the sun.

open upwards, open minds

and open hearts.

open inwards where it all starts.

believe

be living

beloved

you said you don't believe,

they said it too,

but I do.

It takes some thoughts to make some actions...