Live

I want to love like I’ve never known possible.
Live in romance like a Shakepearean novel,
Soar through your very heart’s chambers
And finally feel alive.
I want to live
In the vessel of ever-after,
Rise through the past to trust new attractions,
Find that golden castle where the underdog wins,
Awaken to the comfort of my love ones’ grin.
Most of all I want to live
In deeper emotions than I’ve ever admitted to feel,
Dance in the face of adversity,
And show that love can win
In the midst of this world full of tempting sin.
I want to let love in.
I want to live.

Dreams

These are my dreams,
that you all are stompin’ on.
Won’t you try to just see.
I must believe, although no path is clear.
I know it’s a matter of time.
Can’t see, but not blind,
my faith strongly guiding me
showing me fruits of belief.
So to me, my dreams aren’t as empty
as you just want to believe.
My monsterous shadows fadin’ behind me now.
Closed are the doors to all past wrongs.
Never knew dreamin’ could take me this far,
so if I’m still dreamin’, please don’t disturb me now
Becuase I’m lovin’ this dream driven world.

Distant Lover

I lay here, you lay there,
My mind marinates on this thought, but its
conclusion seems disillusioned.
I try to close my eyes and rest at night but
this action leads to more distress.

I trip, stumble, and even tumble over the
fact that I lay here and you lay there.
Again my mind tries to find the solution,

A warm sensation rattles from my mind down
to my spine as this I try to find.
See cause I am here and you are there, though
miles not the distance.

My mind makes a sharp transition, distant
lover your love’s wrapped me into submission,

Now I’m wishin’ you will see me down the hall
or uh, give me a call to end this translucenty.
Distant lover your love’s an addiction,
Lets take this love from fiction to fact
someday, but today I guess I’ll lay here and
you’ll lay there.

Jani

This one is about this girl I met in high school it’s called Jani:

This goes out to the brown eyed girl,
who opened up to share her world.
She’s not a girl of diamonds or pearls,
doesn’t play around with pointed toes.
And when we’re out to me she sticks like glue,
so the other guys are only left with clues,
about who she is and what she wants to do.
She drinks wine for breakfast and juice at late,
which makes me wonder if it’s just fate.
She doesn’t want roses and movies,
to her shopping is losing,
Becuase she wears the same pants on Tuesdays.
And when Wednesday comes she’s the same sweet girl,
who drinks wine in the morning, juice at night,
doesn’t want diamonds and doesn’t need pearls.

Rose In Waiting

This is my favorite poem I’ve ever written:

Deep red maybe, still a baby.
Returned to me, this time is now.
Open up and let me feel you,
Don’t be ashamed, there’s no need to cry.
Constant winds why won’t you die?
Because of you her petal shy to me.
Spray the odors, of your inside.
I infuse them, let them speak inside.
Oh please, open up and let me taste you,
your petals soft, your stem so grainy.
You stand out from the vista,
Earthtones can’t hide a pearl from life,
Though your stem blends it’s apparent,
Inside your carin’, for me tonight.
In the winds you dance so graceful,
Wonder when I’ll have my chance.
Won’t you please come out for sun.
I’m just needing one more chance.
Open up, don’t be a stranger,
And let me have my dance.