There is nothing more calming Than your presence I look out past the waves Towards your infinite possibilities Easy to remember Hard to forget You give me guidance I hear your voice Your sandy hips Your liquid beauty I dream of falling into you Floating around the world You’re so deep I rest on you shallowly To marry you Taking me from this wild land I want to be inside you To know all your secrets I will tell you mine Though something tells me You already know me Give me your wisdom and knowledge To soothe the world like your touches

Some people don't realize that the "shade" they are presenting is more a reflection of their own insecurities, rather than an insult to the one standing under the tree!!! Most leaves fall in the autumn ... No shade is left!! And some of these “shade” people will see this or hear this Then they like it and share it; but never realize that the tree they’re hiding under is about to fall. And when that happens, I'll be doing just fine in my own sunlight.

 

  bridge is broken eyes closed the openness of sight ice blocks dying from the heat shadows running across the clock daggers dulled by apathy an ad for yesterday’s bread let freedom bend its limbs let the child cry in the closet he calls in the basement is an apple core near the old school with the crippled roof singing love songs to a vase a Tuesday with no wind a jar of molasses on a truck bed: honeybee wings forgotten in a mailbox they expect more than fresh footprints bridge is empty bridge is empty abridged

  Away I'd like to tickle your nose Goodness knows Smoke out your car And dance in the stars Take long walks And talk long talks Hang up on our lives And just fucking drive Away

 

 

 

  It’s unfortunate you think me closed When I am being an open book Where I have simply just closed this chapter If you remain a character in my novel I leave that decision up to you For love is love, it shouldn’t be forced It is always enough for me Though love, itself, needs room to grow Wise lovers had to break up to meld together

. As a little Catholic boy I was always taught not to sin.  Sin is bad, Sin is evil, Sin is destructive. Yet I sinned and sinned and sinned again. But I knew everything would be better and I would be forgiven. All I had to do was tell a priest and say a few prayers. I was a kid then, and I appreciated that life could be so simple. All of my wrong could be made right by simple absolution. But as I got older I found it more and more difficult  To hide from the evil that lurked within me. I was a tortured soul with a devilish streak  That hid behind a mask of self-hatred and disgust. I abused others and justified my actions. I abused myself which directed my fate. As a child it seemed that absolution was such a simple thing. Forgiveness was easy. As an adult I realized that the absolution I craved Had to come from others. And the absolution I searched for Led to destruction and despair. I mutilated my mind, my soul and my body In ways any normal human being would have though...