Pic3 

The Loss

I will never love another,
As I love him.
Life without him.
Is empty and dim.
I will never recover.
From this greatest loss.
Into the memories,
that part of my life been tossed.
Death appeared.
In the cold, dark, night.
Drew my father's last breath.
Before morning light.
I was five at the time.
But the pain still remains.
My tears daily fall.
Can I be blamed?
My father's place,
Can never be filled.
But his love still survives.
And always will.

The Puppet

I dance to their music,
I dance to the beat.
With strings on my feet.

I'm tired of pleasing,
and acting their way.
I'll put down these strings.
And then walk away.

I know it will be hard.
But that's the way it will be.
I have to find somebody.
Who like me for me?

A knight 

The Dark Sword

Blue-steel unknown and never rules,
The light abandoned the surface cools,
a tiny stream,
a reddish glint,
drips the weapon,
the dragon gift.
But the blood beads,
force their path,
sent to flow the warrior path.
The hilt alone holds no blood,
for blue-steel cloaked the flood,
The light now continues to fade,
the sapphire hilt,
the blue steel blade,
the crystal hidden,
the motion to last.
But halt your slaughter,
commanded the dead,
and those that have fled.
The battle is over the carrion,
birds, call your side has won,
but friends still fall.
For the wielder is now,
ruled by the sword,
that flowed and felled.
her friends, her lords.
The blue-steel gift continued.
to impale, to slash to center.
to piece their mail.
The warrior lighting.
reflecting black-scale.
their laughter and hail.
The sight, euphoric,
as winds gives them lift.
The hillside the wielder.
The sword their gift.
The warrior.
possessed look onward,
to find those left alive.
And more humankind.
And the blade finished.
It turned on it's wielder,
It gift of death.

Nightmare

Nightfall, darkness.
Seattle over the land.
Casting a blue-gray shadow, the light thinning fading slowly away.
He was my inspiration for my magic with ink and pen.
He was my keeper of my dreams.
I knew that, I never be sad or blue.
As long he was a part of my life.
But time came and change it, time was our worst enemy swift and elusive.
With him gone I feel like a shadow empty and dim.
All sense of time slipping away.
Time has no relevance in my life any longer.
He was my rock we use to share are joys and sorrows,
Our elation and despair.
There was time when our love was like a rainbow in the waterfall,
or a eagle soaring free with no care.
But those times are gone.
He always shared every thought with me, every dream, every wish, every fear.
I love him like a wild thunderstorm, like a helpless rage.
But time came and change it all.
Now I sit here with pencil and paper in hand.
Wishing you would take time out and understand that we,
Gave up love, friendship, trust.
Nothing lift but a cold dark empty feeling.
To be alone cold and empty.
You brought me back to life once to joy and pain.
I remember things, but I do not wish to.
I cannot forget things, I wish to forget.
Sometimes love's can be cold and mean thing that.
Leaves little behind when it goes away.
Hoping this nightmare will end one day.

Pic 2 

The Stranger

I looked in the mirror,
And what did I see,
But the face of myself.
That was nothing like me.
It was a face of a stranger covering my own;
It had entered my body.
Was I it's new home?

I studied the stranger.
For many of days.
As last I realized.
It was going to stay.
I soon grew to know it.

And like it as well,
What others would think;
Only time would tell,
I started to change.
In other ways too;
People said I look different;
I said I just grew.

I took on a new person.
I took on a new trend.
And my stranger and I.
Are now best of friends.

Can Somebody, Help Me?

Can someone help me find myself?
I think I'm there,
Up on the shelf,
I'm tucked away behind someone's,
Favorite book.
Want someone to climb that shelf.
Way up high is where I'm at.
Silently crying for helping hand.
Want someone help me find the door?
I can't see a window and there isn't a floor.
I'm hurt and alone:
But no one cares,
Yet inside I'm still.
Hoping that someone's still there.

moon1 

Because of You, This Weather

Shadow in my past.
Like Shadow on the mountains,
I don't want to share.
Windswept memories,
Like dust-storm deserts.
Blowing through ages,
And I don't really care,
And it's all because of you.
You've taken all I had.
Now I have no more to give.
Mist in my heart.
Like fog on the ocean.
Clouding the echoes.
Of voices long ago.
Frost in my mind.
Like a blizzard in a canyon.
Freezing out emotions.
I will never know.
And it's all because of you.
You've taken all I had.
Now I have no more to give.

My Quiet Place

The world,
Keeps spinning and spinning.
And days go rushing by.
And sometimes there is a scarcely time to stop.
And wonder why...
But inside me.
There's a quiet place.
Where hope and faith renew.
Where the world, the world can't reach me...
That quiet place is you.

A rose 

Breaking Up

Oh, the bitter anguish of parting,
From love as yet untried.
To scared to make commitments with feeling that we hide.
At first I thought you understood.
Those words I couldn't say.
You kept at a distance.
But not to far away,
I know involuntary takes a lot;
Our emotions strain and break;
But I just can't live without it.
Please we have to much at stake.
I know it's not our love.
That keeps us far apart.
But the fear we have of being hurt.
That's buried in our hearts.
I know that we're both young and scared.
With our whole lives ahead.
But it's not for our lives we need each other.
Just these few precious days instead.

Lost Dream

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.

Rock1 

Eulogy

The wind-blown cliffs stand ominously.
Like weathered statues...Never swaying.
As the sun sets.
The lights play upon their face.
Illuminating their awesome beauty.
Until darkness prevails.
I walk beside them feeling my inferiority.
As I meet their stately gaze.
The have seen and have lived.
Even through nature's torment.
They still stand....
Indestructible and as foreboding as ever.
Their will is stronger then mine.
Their bravery....Fiercer.
How I envy these sturdy rocks.
They are all the things,
I am not.

Lonely1 

Loneliness

I sign my name upon the window.
Fogged and moist in winter's cold.
Yet loneliness hangs all around me.
As another day unfolds.
One bold request for someone to hear me.

Yet all alone the truth is clear.
A misty morning hold my silence.
And silence it soon becomes.
The tranquility of nature leaves me.
Questioning the race I run.

Take Time

Take time to talk,
For you may ask of all things unkown to you.
Take time to laugh,
For smile relishes sorrows and spread happiness.
Take time to listen,
For you my learn from the word of the wise.
Take time to think,
For the realm of knowledge is never ending.
Take time to look,
For there is beauty in every part of the world around you.
Take time to feel,
For the emotions of your heart.
Often control the reasoning of your mind.
Take time to live,
For each day is filled with new opportunities.
That will be gone tomorrow.
Take time to dream,
For the sharing of all these things is the miracle of life.

A Forest 

Mystery

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

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

Then I turn around and lift my head.
And see you standing in the shadows of the trees.
As a white mist swirl around you,
You look so calm ansd smooth,
like a flow of a river stream.
Yet you seem unreachable.
like the stars that rush past,
in the dark of the night.

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

My Tree 

My Place

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

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

I alone created there,
My mind turned loose by me.
Inside I keep the feelings,
I alone could free.

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

Things Gone Past

The heartbeat,
Of the days had me.
Fooled things,
Went by so fast,
I saw your,
beatuy as a swirling,
antumn leaf.

But now it's all gone past.
If I could see you now,
you would remind me of,
those dreams we were,
going to follow.

But what we once had.
We would miss.
I thought you were wonderful,
As you played beauitful tunes.
In your eyes.
The richness of your spirit.
Fell and drowed with reprised.

There are so many,
love's in the world,
so many friends anew,
But in every kiss,
Reminds me of part of you.

Your soul ask me if.
I can spare a dime.
To help support the,
cause of time.

Guitar1

The Guitar Player

He picks up his guitar.
He brushes his fingers across,
the silver strings.
The melody he plays is so,
sweet and slow it like the sounds.
Wind makes blowing through the leaves.
The rhythm blossom with breaths,
of ebb and flow.
A stage lights start shining and gleaming free.
The light sparkles off the silver strings.
Chords of bliss which slip away,
can be heard.
Sending the sound of the song,
Soaring into flight.
In such rumbling tones.
The musicians starts to tap his feet,
to the time of the trebling beat.
Dots and words on paper line the stand.
Brought to life by quicken hands,
and soaring voice.
The song rise to a glorious finish.
The audience blinks.
There a pause.
Then comes the thundering applause.
Music was only thing he could love unconditionally,
Listening to him play I realize,
the dreams of poets.
Knowing in life all animals and man,
are sure to die.
But his songs will live on forever.

Ghostly Messenger

As I walk alone on the sandy beach,
At the water edge,
Watching the waves creeping over,
the shoreline.
There is a flash of light from a nearby lighthouse.
Sudden memories of my past start,
playing before my eyes.
The memories are so intense,
that tears filled my eyes.
As I look into the shadows of my past.
I see the ghosts of those long past.
As I watch them play.
I wonder where times has fled?
I see them floating by as they,
glitter and shine.
They seem to live in a world,
of gray-silent, mist.
It's intriguing to watch these ghosts.
from another time.
There where my mentor, teachers, and friends.
I wonder if they see me?
But do they still remember me?
I will ponder this question as time goes on.
But they will always be a part,
of me untouchable by all.

A Turtle 

I Wonder

I wonder?
When I see some things.
Like butterflies with painted wings.
Opossums hanging upside down.
A Turtle crawling on the ground.
A tall giraffe that's in the zoo.
A bouncing, hopping, Kangaroo.
A firefly showing off it's light.
When everything is dark at night.
Or a busy little honey bee......
I wonder....Do they wonder?
When they see me?

Apologies

Sitting so still,
You appear to disappear.
Into a world of make-believe,
Onto an island of fantasy.
I whisper your name.
So quietly,
Almost hating to disturb the place.
You've built into the wall surrounding you.
And you don't even hear me.
I can't say,
That I blame you,
For wanting to escape;
Only that I envy you.
For being able to.

Pics1 

The Short Story Writer

Another summmer dusk...
sitting on the rocking beach.
And breathing the perfumed night air.
Stars reveal themselves,
With silvery points of light.
My mind...far from the porch.
Where the hushed sound of a portable TV.
And the flickering of candles.
Align with reality.
Do you not seek me?

Walking quietly and barefooted.
The cuffs of your Levis.
Dampened with dew.
Softly the humid air.
Brushes your sand-colored hair.
Brightly the stars play,
upon the spirit.
In your earth-brown eyes.
Amused I watch you....
Trying to reach you....
You alone share the depth,
Of my mind and soul.