The Writer

As I sit here,
Pencil in hand,
Words suddenly appear,
From a strange land.

Imaginary people,
Fly across the pages,
Having great adventures.

Sometimes I wonder,
What new world I'll find.
One from reality,
Or one from my mind.

Off Beat

Your lens is out of focus,
and your song is out of tune.
Your beat in never quite in step;
Your winter starts in June.

Your orange shirt and purple pants.
Just neve match your socks.
They say your are the circle,
that will never fits the box.


You disco dance to Mozart.
Hang your wash in the rain;
Yet though they often hurt ,
your pride.
You never feel the pain.

Your taste, they say, is so bizarre.
Cartoons can make you cry,
you say goodnight to all your plants.
And wait for a reply.

But what they cannot see in you,
I find I love the best,
the things that make you special is,
your differnet from the rest.

Your heart the size of Kansas.
And you always find the time.
To see that all my puzzles fit.
And make my poems all rhyme.

I'll comb your windblown locks.
And be there to brace your fall.
I'll stay your friend forever,
because you're perfect after all.

Hourglass

The Hourglass

The hourglass.
Slowly let slip the grains of time.
But hopes and wishes.
Are all that time can fill.

Pain and sorrow follow the path.
Of the long and lonesome road.
A few smiles here and there.
Help to lighten the load.

That same old face,
in these same old dreams.
The trust in your smile,
forever gleams.

Comfort from you heart.
Clears the cloudy skies.
Just like the love,
in your earth brown eyes.

It is time.
To turn the hourglass,
over again.
I've been here all day.
And evening has reached,
it's end.

This phone will never ring.
Your voice it will never bring.
the hours come and pass,
with lonely me and ...
the hourglass.

Song of Many Verses

Song of many verses,
play before my eyes.
Running, diving, in the sea.

Then reaching for the skies.
Song of many verses,
dancing in my mind.

Oh a place to rest their souls.
Will ever they find?

Song many verses,
on wings of sparrow fly.

Living how they thunder strong.
Softly do they die.

Red Sunset 

Catch the Wind Slowly

Catch the wind slowly;
let it carry you far.
Fly high and fly graceful.
Try to reach a new star.

Catch the wind slowly;
follow your heart's pull.
Go where it lead you.
Until you are full.

Catch the wind slowly;
sail high and free.
Catch the wind carefully.
Then come back to me.

A Solitary Tear

A solitary tear flows,
in and unhurried,
descent down my cheek.
Yet I do not know the reason.
For it existence.
I'm happy,
and someday I should consider,
myself lucky.
But you don't know the despair,
that has gone on within this mind.
For many years.
Fear of being unloved,
and terror of lost friendship.
Worry not, for already my hand,
has risen to brush away,
that one solitary tear.

River flow 

Moonlight

Moonlight reflects off the lake.
A ripple from a cool breeze.
A sound of falling leaves.

A hoot of a owl.
Distract me for a moment,
from my thoughts.
I can't remember,
What I was thinking?

Then I lift my head and see you.
Standing in the shadows of the trees.
As a white mist seem to swirl around you.

You seem Calm and Smooth,
like a flow of a river stream.
Yet you seem unreachable,
like the stars that rush past,
in the dark of night.

You stand there silent.
Like a breeze softy gliding,
through the trees.
I'm fascinated,
by the depth of your soul.
Yet you remain a mystery to me.
Like a ancient forest.

Take Time

Take time to talk,
For you may ask of all things,
Unknnown to you.

Take time to laugh,
For smiles relinquish sorrows,
And spread happiness.

Take time to listen,
For you may learn,
From the word of the wise.

Take time to look,
For there is beauty,
In every part of the world,
around you.

Take time to feel,
For the emontions of your heart,
Often control the reasoning,
Of you mind.

Take time to live,
For each day is filled with,
new opportunities,
That be gone tomorrow.

Take time to dream,
For the sharing of all these things,
Is the miracle of life.

darken sky 

Love Is Somewhere Far Away

Lonely without you.
But what can I say?
Fate made me doubt you.
I sent you far away.

All my skies are gray.
Love is somewhere far away.

Shadow of sorrow.
Have darken the night.
There's no tomorrow,
There'll be no morning light.

All my songs are sad songs,
The blues are all I play,
Love is somewhere far away,

The Writer

As I sit here,
Pencil in hand,
Words suddenly appear,
From a strange land.

Imaginary people,
Fly across the pages.
Having great adventures.

Sometimes I wonder,
What new world I'll find.
One from reality,
Or one from my mind.

Tarabon 

Lost Dreams

I cry out in the darkness,
of all the loneliness,
that anyone has every known.

My echoes return.
Carrying all the tears,
shed by anyone who ever cried.
The wind blowing across the waste,
of all the love that have never,
been shared.

Moans like a child,
who never lived.
Or man who never loved.

As the sun of anger,
rise over a sea of war,
I finally realize.
I've seen the world,
through the eyes of anyone,
who had a dream that died.

Catch The Wind Slowly

Catch the wind slowly:
Let it carry you far.
Fly high and fly graceful.
Try to reach a new star.

Catch the wind slowly:
Follow your heart's pull.
Go where it leads you.
Until you are full.

Catch the wind slowly;
Sail high and free.
Catch the wind carefully,
The come back to me.

My Place

I alone have been there;
I found it just like that,
In grove of pine trees.
I alone have sat.

I alone have laughed there,
Feeling full and free.
The beatuy was a miracle,
I alone could see.

I alone have cried there.
Feeling hurt and shocked
Somebody torn down the door,
I alone unlocked.