“Innocence”

Silence is deadly
When words to be spoken
Are held back
Like guilty innocence.
Dreams of memories
Are all she holds on to
Words not to be spoken
Are heard with clarity.
She picks up her guitar
To say, to speak, to sing
Strumming with movement
Her body sways with the wind.
Beauty and lust        
Glowing off her smooth skin,
Her eyes meet his         
She is dreaming again.

“Thief of Worry”

“THIEF OF WORRY”

 

You wouldn’t knowingly let a thief into your home, inviting him to steal whatever he wanted out of your house, would you? There is no reason why you would do that. And yet, most of us do that very thing every single day – the thief is called “WORRY.” Worry robs us of living in the present moment; it robs us of remembering the gifts that we have in our lives and the abilities we have been given to deal with adversities. Most of all, it robs us of trust and faith in ourselves and loved ones who are always present, always here to help. It is time NOW to stop allowing the thief of happiness to enter your life.

“The Clock Watcher” (A Repost of my own)

As I sit here watching the clock,

Time seems like it’s moving too slow,

All that’s left to do is dream about,

Is how I could have so much more.

Life is only fair when you make it that way,

Until another day passes and you’ve turned your head away,

I feel my life is just moving so slow,

If I don’t start to run I may never know.

And it’s over now,

I must move on somehow,

No looking back,

To the place I left behind.

So I still sit watching the clock,

But the time means nothing to me,

All that’s left to do is live my dream,

Just the way it was supposed to be.

“My Last Wishes”

WRITTEN AUGUST 15TH, 2009

To all my dearest friends,

To those who care and those who do not,

When it becomes my end,

Will you be there for me like I have thought?

When my body is laid to rest,

What will be said of me,

Will you all see I have always tried my best,

To be the best I could be?

When I am done with this life and move on,

Will you all truly miss me,

Will you gather, one by one,

Over my open casket, remembering who I used to be?

To all my friends so dear,

While I am lying on my death bed,

Will you all be near,

When I am pronounced dead?

Will you sing songs of wishes,

Will you hold my limp, lifeless hand,

And give me goodbye kisses,

Would you all take a stand?

To all my friends I love,

Please stay by my side,

As you watch my soul fly like a dove,

To what lies beyond the sky.

“Changes”

When I am with you,

It seems we are only friends,

Two people without a clue,

Like the beginning of the end.

You have something you must say,

I can see it in your eyes,

We didn’t mean for it to be this way,

A little sugar… too much spice.

Why can’t we get along?

Why do we constantly disagree?

Our lives are an unfinished song,

Will it end with us meant to be?

You do not open up,

To me, who you used to adore,

You make me feel like I have screwed up,

With your thoughts behind a deadlocked door.

I do not want to be alone,

Or blamed for your own ways,

I refuse to throw you another bone,

Or waste away the days.