Friday, November 13, 2009

Gift

Harp as a heart
beats in the plucking of strings.

Living the normal life
is over rated and
too planed out by others.
I think adventure and unknowing
has lead me the right way thus far.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Awkward at the least

I love Your Existence.
I really do.
But can't you tell I am afraid of this.
My heart cannot handle pain, and sorrow.
If I love you will you treasure it?
You beautiful, and I adore that you love me.
Why don't I sense the fear in your voice,
I so badly want to tell you how scared and nervous I am.
As I open my mouth, the word are like vapor,
silent and invisible.
Baby I need your embrace right around now.
I'm coming soon,
save a hug for me.

Its all a cup of coffee

This feeling,
fills me with fear that inspires.
Distance,
soon to be abolished.
Are things moving,
a little to fast for my taste.
I'll admit,
I had to do with it.
That won't hold me back.
Just don't hurt me....

Friday, October 23, 2009

This is a feeling
I thought was lost forever.
Although many "Christians"
seem fake and much like cookie cutter.
I know, I KNOW the bible is true.

I need some one with a brain to talk to.
To discuss things with.


God, send me someone.

Werewolf Bound by the ocean

Holding Your Arm, Hands Clenched Tight
Looking to the stars we begin to take flight.
Across the Universe we roam.
Our surreal life has found the perfect home.
Trust between the beats of our hearts
Lets avoid death,
become Inseparable to start.
Sizzling foam on top of the sea,
is the song assuring the pieces fit snugly.




A man on the street
sings songs to his love.
She lives miles away
from his local train station.
The wind carries her voice from coast to coast.
As it reaches his lonely ears,
tears fall onto the strings of his vintage guitar.
Together they wander the pathways of their city.
Hoping to find the eyes that search for theirs.
What a painful love.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Thoughts and dreams of Arizona

replaying my dreams of a stoney werewolf riding a train all the way to his eccentric mermaid

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Train Whistle

My limbs when weak,
Like the morning when we met.
I think my heart,
Started to beat again.
Hes back in my arms,
Trying hard,
Barely keeping composure.