Friday, September 30, 2011

Friend

A phone call and get some advice
All that is needed for this tangent to end
of thoughts running through my mind.
Thoughts running rampant, or taking over

me the answer is unsure of the outcome
I'm told to cry out to you but will I receive
the need I am searching for? Like a wish
Shall it be granted? Am I making you a

genie of some sort. Grant me a wish to
know these answer that seem unanswerable.
Are they? Is there an answer under the surface
of it all that I am missing? What if the

answer is not in what they are missing but in
me. I am the one missing, answer yes, it is me,
me the one seeking an answer that is needed for
this riddle. A riddle of life I am ignoring and

running from. Yet running for to find an answer
that has yet to be found. But you are the
beholder of the answer. Yes granting the wish
of crying out to you an bending a knee for

what is being asked. Asked in a quit
cry inside but pushed away, but now
it is all there with having you nearer
with love.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Tangled

Crossing a line feeling safety,
Is this safety? Can this be truly
happening or is this all a place to
be kept a secret. Yes a secret. Why

must this be a secret world. Oh just
us. Only us be in here. Only for us
to know. No one will see what happens
here or where it is to go. A journey for

a duo that was not meant to be
but a duo that will out last them
all. A story disney will envy and
wish he has written it first.

Friday, September 23, 2011

American Dream

Bright light at the end of the tunnel
carriage in the rain? Sunny convertible ride
ending with a walk to the red door, white house,
and blue shutters. Picturesque fairy tale for

those told fairy tales. Fairy tales of what
should come, fairy tales of what
life is to be. Fairy tale of what we are to have.
Unachievable life forgetting the way

we live. With the love we have.
A fairy tale. Fairy tale of what?
See him rounding the sports car with a smile,
sweater vest and khakis. A smile with a

plan. While wearing a flapper hat
heels, and red lipstick. This is it.
Fairy tale ending. Now smile and act right.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Eyes Open

Crazy times in a crazy world,
                    filled with things passed by.
       Passed by those needing it most.
              Most seeing the least.


Keeping the voice hard inside, only for
                    my heart to listen. I feel eyes knowing
       the secret I keep inside.
              The truth wanting to be set free.

What truth is heard?
                    Who knows the truth?
       Is this truth? Are you the truth?
              Truth wants to be told.

But will those see the truth?

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Cinderella

Racing fast, can't stop the trembling,
My leg is shaking with nerves.
Feeling eyes on me unsure of kind
or mean.

A thought enters with a perfect world,
but where's the happy ending?

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Snow Globe

Kept in your mighty hands,
         a world of wonder that can be
    changed with a little shake.
              But holding no control.


The swirls run wild and they are pushed
         rather then the route chosen.
    A way chosen by the way of the world
              not the beholder.

Weeping by the lost of the perfect
         world given to us, that became
    tainted by the beaten path of the
              selfish and foolish.

Bring those hands to a stillness
         only one can do, bringing the chaos
    to an end. Washing the world
              to a peace of snow falling.


Monday, August 1, 2011

Sharing

Keeping close to not show
the way you've changed me.
I kept you a secret in my heart
not wanting those around to see
the amazing wonders you're doing in me.

I would acknowledge you
but now I understand so much more
of you. The love you share and kindness
that I heard of but can now feel.
I am told to share you.

Instead of sharing I've kept you to myself.
Not letting the world know 
what has changed me but seeing
through my actions your wonders
of the world.

The wonders that simply were words
on a page. A story per say. But
now it's a history book
that is ever changing meaning for my life.
Life I've wasted till knowing you.