Did the spring air smell so sweet,
Or the world looked so bright?
No, not until I met you.
Have I ever felt so good,
And my mind felt so clear?
No, not until you asked me out,
Can I see the future,
And does it look good?
Yes, your eyes tell it plainly.
?And if I were to touch you,
Would my emotions spin out of control?
Definitely, for I know it would be so.
All my questions have been answered,
When I met you,
Before, my life looked bleak,
And every day I felt blue.
But you came in and gave it a new hue.
your eyes, your touch, and your smile
Cause my heart to jump a mile.
Though we haven’t had a date,
I can see you like me in your face.
I know my life would have ended without you.
I love you.

A warmth flows over me as I
Look at your sleeping face
You look so calm, so happy
I am happy too
Happy that you love me and cherish me,
as I have always dreamed
And I smile
Life is so perfect in this moment
Just beyond the dawn of a new day,
the world awakening below
I kiss you,
sweetly for I know you feel the love in your sleep.
Sweet sleep, after an explosive night
And I smile
You are so wonderful to me.

Before I met you
My life was in shambles
I survived on my dreams
And traveled a rocky road
In one instant
I was taken away with
A stolen kiss
From then on I have
Lived my life for you
All my dreams have come true
My way is now clear
You will wait for me
My life has power
Beyond words
It calls to my deepest thoughts
Spanning all crevasses
My words claim all my feelings
Down on paper, on screen, or ear
They float to you with truth
Before I met you
There was no me
Now forever we will always be
Two of us. you and me

It’s not just eating right
and exercising more,
It is a complete mental change.

While my body struggles,
My mind screams;
A fight with the bathroom scale.

A will to improve:
Make my life better,
longer and more fulfilling.

Diet is a four-letter word,
Hissed and whispered and screamed,
a temporary change made permanent

No longer a diet
it is a life, my life,
to always be concious and aware.

That eating isn’t a drug,
it’s survival
and i am learning how to live.

One day at a time,
Hour by hour I succeed.
My heart joyful, my body less heavy,

Watch out, stay aware,
Soon you will see:
New, leaner, healthier… me.

The time has come
to step forward.
Once more to progress;
to morph into more,
perfection now closer
as ambitions soar.

Life never stagnates;
still for all time,
more changes and shifts,
fluctuations and flows.
Anticipate goodness–
but prepare for blows.

Cosmos ever-expanding,
Life swiftly marching,
We change, accept, know.
When the time has come
to move once again,
we step anew; to become.

Dedicated to those lost July 7th, 2005 in the London Underground Bombings

There’s a child in London
who still doesn’t know,
what happened to his daddy,
and why life has slowed.

There’s a child in London
now laying in a bed,
attached to tubes and monitors,
bandages covering their head.

There’s a child in London
no one will ever meet.
Mommy took the tube;
life ended; incomplete.

There’s a child in London
inconsolablewith tears,
As they learn of the terror,
The child finds comfort in prayers.

There’s a child in London
who will never be the same,
and as they grow up,
they’ll learn who to blame.

Soft as an easy chair,
Warm as a summer’s day,
New love is so cliche,
Where roses choke the air.

A drumming heart knows
how fresh love is savored
and special moments favored;
How quickly new love grows.

Dreams of decadence and lace,
Enamored kisses and stolen smiles,
Completely ignoring daily trials
Sworn no other love could replace.

New, each an every time,
Even in re polished love,
Mirrored in the sky above;
Taste new love in a rhyme.

A tender red rose lay bleeding;
Painfully torn from lover’s hands.
It’s delicate life force pleading,
and yet, no one heeds its demands.

Red rose turned to saddened blue
as it shrivels up forgotten.
Sharp thorns harden in one’s view
as the red rose lay; rotten.

Sweet death becomes a rose
and pictures morbid curiosity.
The color bold once, now goes;
Faded then darkened ferociously.

Black rose of sacred night
When love lay vividly dying
Was reborn from true love light
And fed on happiness crying.

Still beauty clings to the rose
In all of silence; muddy glory;
Only the heart of the lover knows
the true passion turned black story.

Three candles, sit before me
Made of purest wax
Each a time of my life

The first candle when looked upon
Is imperfect, blackened

Dusty, wick removed
Extinguished too soon
A sad time of my life

Past

The second candle
Burning, flickering
Ribbons of melted wax

Pour down the sides
Wick too short to sustain a strong flame

Present

Third candle
New, brightest blue
Rests

Unlit
Waiting for a wick

Future

Each wick is love
The flame, hope

What love shall fuel the flame of my future?
Certainly not the past
For that love left and cooled the wax abruptly.

Definitely not the present
For it struggles to find that small amount of fuel to survive

I search for the flame of the future
So that my candle does not burn out
I hold the wick in my hand

Waiting for someone to offer a flame

Till then I shelter this wick

Protect it with my heart
One day it will light my future

Red,like muddy passion;
Day old desires
and reused heartbeats.

Brick walled memories;
Tarnished beliefs
and congealed defeats.

Smothered crushes
with lost kisses
and burnt red blushes.

Red knuckled anger
like bricked fury;
halted irrationality.

Brick red thoughts,
Those marred suicides;
haunting innocence–lost.

Bloodmarks, birthscars,
everyday annoyances
Generating uniqueness.

Sentimentality aged
Like deja vu nostalgia;
relived fairy tales.

Painful happiness
where love and lost
blend prickled daydreams.

All brick red
With the signs of age;
churned firelight.

Hurried energy like the discharge of lightening
Flashes as I labor upon the trail;
My path of pure unbridled chaos.

I find myself amidst the storm.
The eye is just ahead, I can feel its silence,
My vision a blur of emotions, thoughts and passions.

All dreams vanish in the wake of the rolling thunder;
I’m to be struck down if I stay here long,
Lead me to that center pushing harder ever more.

The quiet eye where tension is my friend.
My soaked mind watered down with daily trials
Can not filter through my deepest needs.

I lay hidden in the storm. . . as the others
Those that know me, need me, want me can not see
But a rolling cloud of danger approaching them.

My chaos swallowing all around;
Feasting on the flesh of my dreams,
Leaving me to fight the weather alone.

Now is the time to seek and you shall find,
My reason for living has turned to look upon you.
I have shaded my past and left it behind,
Blossoming to create a life anew.

My reason for living has turned to look upon you.
Your strength is abounding in the love you show,
Blossoming to create a life anew.
Here begins the map to myself, a treasure grows.

Your strength is abounding in the love you show,
Opening the path to my sheltered heart,
Here begins the map to myself, a treasure grows.
Lying here is a hidden gem for you to carry a part.

Opening the path to my sheltered heart,
You bring out the girl that wants to be yours.
Lying here is a hidden gem for you to carry a part.
It glitters for your discovery on foreign shores.

You bring out the girl that wants to be yours.
I have drawn you a map; you must traverse my soul,
It glitters for your discovery on foreign shores.
Without the way how can I be whole?

I have drawn you a map; you must traverse my soul,
By crossing the waters of my love-filled emotions.
Without your way how can I be whole?
I’ll gently guide you in my heart’s ocean.

You will cross the waters of my love-filled emotions
Exploring the distant land that is my skin.
I’ll gently guide you in my heart’s ocean,
Drawing you deeper without drowning you within.

Once explored, the distant land that is my skin,
Will open my mind to your passionate gaze.
Drawing you deeper without drowning you within,
The power from your heart has set me ablaze!

Opening my mind to your passionate gaze,
Permits you to enter my innermost chamber.
The power from your heart has set me ablaze!
This gilded night you shall forever remember.

With permission you enter my innermost chamber,
And wrap your caring hands around that gem.
This gilded night you shall forever remember,
As the night you took me in your hand.

Wrap your caring hands around that gem,
Our body, souls and minds entwined.
The night you took me in your hand,
Is the time to seek and you shall find.