A small collection of a few of my poems, some old, some new..
Solo Dance
I write these words to be remembered,
capture these feelings, my heart being rendered.
Sort and label these feelings,
Can't classify these dirty dealings.
Feel my yearn, joy in warm embrace,
see the pain hiding in my face.
Love can exsist solely in one's mind,
a solo dance, tango of a lonely kind.
I can't control your mind,
prevent you from going astray,
can't be on bended knee,
begging you to stay.
In the end it simply doesn't equate,
you're on your own and it's not my fate.
It's always been my story to tell,
of unwanted attention from all sorts,
but, oh hell!
Once I feel that lightning strike of fate,
Oh look, I've found the perfect mate!
That feeling soon turns to hate.
I can't strike that spark and
capture your interest,
in my head I'm not unique enough,
the feelings won't rest.
Change is what I end to crave, and
my quest won't end until I find my one,
or the change will conquer me, and
send me to my early grave.
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Slam
Throw out that dirty feeling!
It's raw and old, it's
getting all over everything
else and it's all rotting
together!
Get up, and throw it away,
Why should I say it again?
Take it away-you gave it,
so it should be just as easy
to take back.
It's long past it's expiration date, Honey.
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Passion
Stars shine,
velvet moon sky,
love sings,
magic in your eye.
Stars are falling
down,
down,
down..
Always there for me, my prince,
and you know I'm yours,
your princess to crown.
Place your hand upon my cheek,
look into my eyes, hear the words
that I speak:
"I'll give myself willingly to you, my love,
protect and care for me, treat
me as fragilly as a dove."
Your eyes narrow,
focusing clear and true,
filling with promise, strength,
shining such a strong blue.
"If ever there be doubt to how I covet
you, my queen,
just know that without you,
the world holds all too much that
can't be seen..
The stars would fade,
and will not shine,
simply as brilliantly as they do
when you are mine."
Your hand on my cheek, softly rubbing,
these tender moments shared, true loving.
I grab you, whisper into your ear,
"You know, I love you?"
You reply, "The whole world
could be a lie, but that
will always remain true."
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