I Never Knew You
Fall on your knees (everyone)
I never knew you
Until now.
I had just heard
That you were just a figment
I had no intent
To fall madly in love.
Light some candles
And I’ll follow you into the night
Through forest and underbrush
So I can scream and lie silently
Soaking up rays.
Black hearts soak up light.
You Can Count on Me
You can count on me
I will see you through the day
I’m devoted you’ll see
I’ll mean it when I say:
"I’ll be close by to hold and hug.
Please tell me everything on your heart
Don’t sweep anything under the rug.
Because we never know when we’ll part.
Saturday Moon
Saturday moon, don’t cry.
Some hearts will live on and survive
This crowded night full or tears
Yes, some did not use their heart, just their ears.
But it was for those few dedicated tillers of the field
That this night was christened and fulfilled.
As I stand here and talk,
Many will fall on their walk
Though for the few
This ceremony was done
For the few I have sung
My prayer.
The Accomplish Void
So greet the void I call "What have I accomplished?"
That dark place where too often my lips say "I wished
I had."
I feed myself nothing.
I am starving for something
To do.
I judge anything I’ve done
As nothing. Worthless as stone
To me
Compared to what has been given to me.
Faith
Faith. A ring. A fetish I hope not.
It says I’m more around its fingers than it is mine.
I see every cranny for it to it disappear into
The vent or the drain. Then I wouldn’t be able to find. . .
Afraid of losing something important and new
It and I dance without consciousness of what we are doing.
Sound familiar to you?
You dance around skinny trees
Standing taking to a friend
This gift talks as I reach for it with my left hand
We waltz over the treetops
Skimming the brands with well-clipped ease.
A symbol of ownership, bonding, and commitment.
I wear in ignorance.
Don’t think me stupid to play and flirt
The lovely infinite feedback is what I desire
To give me meaning and worth.
I’m Getting So Close
I’m getting so close I can’t get away.
Didn’t say I wanted to,
But it might happen someday.
I can’t shake the web we’ve weaved between.
It grows tighter even when you go unseen.
The outpour of guts and dreams
Let us comfort each other and seems
To bond our hearts and our brains.
I’m on a high, but what if it wanes?
If we move a world away,
Our memories can linger and we can say:
I am glad we were friends and shared
I am glad you cared.
Give and take and refine ourselves
We’ll take on the world like the first twelve.
In Capturing the Moment on the Line
In capturing the moment on the line
I bridge emotions, place, and time.
I try to describe my heart and my head.
Wondering what to write
As I sit on my bed,
Whether these words are right,
And whether I’d be better off dead.
Will they push someone into mental night
Or cause them to act or fight?
I wish I knew but its not my expertise.
I run to knowledge as it flees
As it tears down fear and discomfort for another.
It will take us upper and further
Than we’ve ever been
And hope spacecraft to send.
Adapt
It is easy to find a child
Or an adult acting like a child
Who is selfish and stubborn
Its been that way sine Cain was born.
I will tell myself change is good
Even if I’m not in the morphing mood
I will bend where it is needed
So I can help the fertile field be seeded.
I see before me a blank map
The choice is mine: Adapt.
Many Facades
I will show the many facades and faces
Of You whether smelled, felt, or tasted
Matching your pain to the jigsawed piece
Filling the void, imparting peace,
Helping undo the puzzle mystery
To put an end to your endless misery.
Point out my problems and holes
To better my tailoring of other’s souls.
I Want My life and I Want You.
I want my life and I want you.
I never thought I could have both.
Maybe I can
If I could love everyone as you
I could change the world.
I know that I can change the world
You see, so you already have.
Logic tells me I have to choose between
Loving one and loving all with everything.
But I new thought threatens that.
It is I can do both.
I must choose my time wisely even more than the little I tried to do before.
But I can live the paradox because it has been lived for ages
By married followers of your Dad.
How you think I got here?
Am I a mistake?
I don’t think I am.
Hold those lips for me.
Hold your "Yo quiero!"
Hold everything you possess and value.
Guard it from a thief who comes to steal
Even if accidental
Hold yourself defiantly from me.
Because you are worth it.