Podium

Can you stand there on the stage
Will you feel the calm while everyone else feels rage?
Your voice speaks volumes when it is steady
All can hear it when they are ready

Can you hear the whispers in the dark?
Do you start to run when you hear a remark,
Regarding your hair, weight, family or size?
How often do you listen to their lies?

The podium is ready for any one to lead
To be brave and help plant a good seed
If the speaker means good they won't fall
But hardly anyone will heed the leaders call

As a race we've seen Giants become ants
And discussed them through fairy tales and soliloquy rants
There is always time for the good to gain power
Let the dangerous and wicked be scared and cower

An empty stage is sometimes all we are given
If we understand why then fear can be forgiven

Let Go, She Said

She said to let it go finally
But she will never ever see
How much I've grown since then
It's hard to explain to a friend

Since I've let go life's been a dream
I've discovered ways to let off steam
I've found places that were lost
And haven't worried about their cost

My mind has come to it's final say
What life should be taken day by day
I've taken my mistake into a lesson
And sought out others with the same mission

I have let go - I have moved on
What I do now is the opposite, it's a new dawn
The past can't be rewritten, and I cannot forget
As for happiness - I'm glad that we've met

Snowflakes

Snowflakes is the term they use
To describe the differences in ourselves
Each flake has a misshapen side
Or a perfect symmetrical center

Humans are built the same way
Perfect faces to a change in their bodies
Excellent health to deteriorating life
Each person is worth the life they bring

Snowflakes can appear magical when they fall
Though together they can do great damage
Imagine the effect of  snowball - so small
And the effect of a thundering avalanche

Men, women and children are magical too
When they band together to fight darkenss
If they are alone they may silently fall
But with enough power they can be strong

Softball

Races around the diamond field
Warming up for the deciding game
Bats are dusted, knees are bruised
War paint swiped across our faces
One by one the crowd fills the stands
Excited eyes raised toward the sunny sky
Green and white to show support for us
The umpire came in his ill-fitted suit
Checked the time and dusted the base
Called for the fist hitter, spat to the side
Strikes, fly balls and a few hits
Before long the teams are tied
A rumple grows from behind the mountain
But all the players ignore the noise
Game plays on and points go to them
We fill the bases next with winning runs
Games tied once more - here's the winning pitch!
The ball hits the catchers glove with a loud CLAP
The umpire blows his whistle then turns white
He calls GAME as he runs to his car
The players and I laugh at the funny sight
Then yell as we realize a loss is a defeat
Rain pours down from the heavens to match our tears
For this was the last game we'd ever play as a team

Love From Afar

Are you in love with me, my friend?
Or is this truly going to be the end?
I've watched you for a while now
All I can think of is to just take a bow

I've seen you watch me from the side
And once drunk, I asked and you lied
There's different ways to tell me what you feel
When considering what we've been dealt, blame the deal

I've wondered myself if things were not the same
If you worked less and I had a smaller fame
Where we could have gone and ventured to
Or anything else that we could possibly do

This is how it will be from here on until
Though sometimes I wish life could stand still
My dear friend, I say I do love another
And to you I will call you my brother

Life moves on as it is plain to see
How strange and fragile it all can be

Birthday

Everyone is asking what they want this year
But there isn't much to plan I fear
The month is filled with school and class
And for things to do - plus one pain in the ass

There's the fair and the shadow show
And a party - though I don't want to go
There's an unplanned thing to do too
So when you ask me - I've already got things to do

There is nothing I want that is physical
Just send help to the south, it's pretty dismal
There's a few places I'd like to visit, no joke
I'm not turning you down for the reason of being broke

Friends, if you want to plan an adventure, I'm game
I promise, anything we do will not be lame
Let's spend my birthday spending time together
As they say, friends of a feather flock together

This year my wish is to just slow down
I'm sure an adventure will soon be found 

Theater House

Script handed to the shaking hands
Excited that the part was cast
The story line takes you into far away lands
First day jitters don't go away too fast

Sets are created and lines are memorized
Dancing cues are practiced again and again
Costumes are created then glamorized
Director stopped with his tapping pen

Curtain drops and the final calls are made
Audience members fill the empty seats
House lights go down then finally fade
On the stage comes the last minute feet

Magic is made on and off the stage tonight
As the dancers twist and tenors sing aloud 
The dream is broken once there is a light
And the performers have gone and bowed

Enjoy the magic in the theater that is made
And never let the joy it creates in you fade

Sleep

I can't sleep tonight
And my train of thought
Trying to fight
The pen
Dashes across everthing
as I
Fight to stay awake
It's Late
I have so much to do
Tomorrow
Sleep, girlie, sleep
You can fight another night
Cry if you must but
Sleep cannot wait as you
Drift Off
And the lines end
Turn off the light
You're up crazy late child
Go to sleep
~ Sweet Dreams

Triangles

Three sides to a triangle
Sometimes the same angle
And the same length of side
But the numbers are always changing

Friendships grow the same way
Equal love to all three
Equal love to everyone
But the numbers always changing

Love falters, friends move away
Trust is stretched too thin
Three points never break
But the numbers are always changing

Three points in a triangle
Three friends with stretched love
Three friends with unlimited trust
Though the numbers are always changing

Flower in a Pot

I write about days that passed
Of little ventures that didn't last
Or of friends that live elsewhere
And of others that left early - unfair

My poems outline what I've wanted
And other paths I may have lead
Recently I've brainstormed a way
Something that lately I want to say

The dictionary has it's own definition
And there are songs with every solution
Every flower in a pot reminds me
With every compliment it helps me see

Exactly what you tell me everyday
Even when you're not here I can hear you say

Faltering Pen

Days pass now, when I don't think of you
Not of the times we talked or laughed
The times we sat next to each other
In absolute silence, only a few days now
I remember when it was days I couldn't stop
Everything made me question just why
Only a few nights I stay up and wonder
What could have - should have - would have
Who would you become as the years went by
Someone we wouldn't recognize? Or could?
Would you stay where you were, or travel?
Where would life have taken you - would you know?
I'm sure you know I'm up late doing this
Though you wouldn't tell me to sleep
You'd wait for me to say it myself
But as my pen falters -
I guess I'll sleep tonight

Crocodile

They say to fear the crocodile smile
When you see it, run for a mile
For there is nothing behind the teeth
Except for others to see your death wreath

Every girl in the world has their own version
Usually helps when she needs a diversion
To feed the hungry masses her false charm
And to send to the other girls an alarm

Usually a silly fool thinks he is going to see
Anything that will help him hold the key
But behind that smile is force that can maim
Cause she's no damsel in distress, she's a dame

This isn't a warning for the daring fool to try
This is a tool to help the girls try to fly
Or if they can't find a way to show their bite
At least they can find a way to put up a fight

Lonely Whale

Once in a while I look at my beautiful self
And I wonder how some left me on a shelf
There's so much more to me than you see
One day you'll say how can this be

I'm clever more often than you can know
Though often I refuse to put on a show
Everything has a place in my little head
And not often do I not mean what I said

Sometimes I wonder if I"m like the lonely whale
Or I"m cast off in the sea with a little sail
Doomed to be misunderstood by all
Then one day you understood my call

Some days I wonder if you just pretend
Others I just reassure myself through friends
It's hard to understand little, crazy me
But I'm glad some days you see only me

Quiet Love

Heart strings are pulled starting when you're young
If he looks your way, there's no breath left in your lung
Butterflies take over your voice and you can't say a thing
Some even say that wedding bells can be heard to sing

That's the first stage that you see in movies and TV
Check the little kid books and movies, then you'll see
What supposed to happen when you have young love
Listen for the music that appears from only above

As we grow older the idea of love begins to change
It goes from one little love to having a larger range
Butterflies grow stronger and the crushes become clear
And we start to believe love is something to fear

The radio sings about what could right on a date
Or even how we could use a quiz to find a crush's rate
Problem is, there is no way to figure how to find the one
When you consider the last phase no way at all fun

Watch your step in high school because of all the hormones
Every score is marked, it's a proof that a teen has the stones
Doesn't make sense to an outsider looking in
Or even to the ones in church cause they consider it a sin

As we grow older we realize what love can truly mean
It can be bold and obvious, shown where it can been seen
Or it can be quiet and bashful and yet everyone knows
If you have this kind, you know love is no longer one of your foes

Some lovers like to have it intimate as possible, the ultimate test
Others like it passionate, never letting their bodies rest
Some are slow and steady - letting everything slowly grow
The last little bunch they do love, just reluctant to let it show

Find yourself a little nitch, just where you like to love a lot
You don't have to tell any one where it is, just a secret spot
Keep that one little idea on how you love to yourself - but wait
Find someone, can even be yourself, that helps you find your fate

Rainbows

I don't know if you can still read these
Where you are
I'm not even sure if you decided to stay
Because we keep on seeing your signs
That you're still here
Hanging around
Just to make sure we're doing okay
Down here

I wonder what it's like up there
If you have warm spring days
Where the flowers just bloom
And the ice has just melted away
To reveal the cold crisp water
That was hidden under the snow
And a sweet haunting smell
That plays alongside the wind

I wonder still if you see instead the summer
And there are warm lakes to swim in
That have fish that tickle your toes
And lazy shade to rest your head
I wonder if summer resembles the camp
Where we used to play
With winding trails and hidden nooks
A playground for big kids
And the laughter of children found at every corner

I wonder if instead you find yourself in the fall
Where there are changing colors dancing
The air becomes cool and crisp
Neighbors place out their freshly carved pumpkins
The only reason to smell pumpkin spice
A reasonable time to wear costumes
I laugh though, for anytime is a good time to wear one
I know the bees begin to hibernate now
For even they know what winter can be like

I wonder, if I dare, what winter is like up there
If there are long hills to ride unstoppable sleds
Fountains that only offer hot chocolate with cream
But I stop myself when I think of what winter is
At least how it is down here
I know it's silly, that I shouldn't be afraid
I know that you're watching out for us all
But I still don't like to think of winter

While we're still down here
I'm glad you're checking to see if we're okay
You're just hanging around
I know you're still actually here
I keep looking for your signs
I'm sure some days you decide to just pop in
Where ever you are though,
I hope that you're able to read these

Absolute Fool

You'll never find one written for you
For you - to me, are an absolute fool
You have head full of romantic dreams
But to me - with you they felt like schemes

Standing close to you I felt uneasy
That's why I stood and feigned that it was breezy
I wish I could explain the moment
When I realized that in my life you left no doubt

I'm glad that I took to risk to find you
But I'm sorry to say I'm glad I flew
Away from what honestly could have
And back towards what should have

Writing

I miss writing

I miss seeing words
  being created
            on the page

I miss jotting my voice
  on a man made paper
  where I can read it
             over and over
I miss sharing this with others
  in the classroom
  in my bedroom
  instead of in my head
I miss this
  but now I have it back

I can write again
  in this beautiful little book
I can write
  where I can read
  it over
  and over
I can write in plain
  or in cursive
  or in all CAPS
I can write down
  my mind
  so everyone can understand
I can write
  so I don't have to miss
  this anymore

Norman Rockwall

As I was helping Quackers find a paintbrush, it occured to me, do the kids know who Norman Rockwall?
As it turns out, no, no they don't. When the opportunity arises they will learn more about him!

And no, I did not paint the duck in the background. I'm talented, but not that talented!

Little Boy Blue

Little boy blue, 

Come blow your horn, 

The sheep's in the meadow, 

The cow's in the corn. 

But where is the boy 

Who looks after the sheep? 

He's under a haystack, 

Fast asleep.

On the eve of the winter solstice, there was tension within the little farming town. Every year since the elders could remember, a haunting melody could be heard coming from the nearby mountains. Those who stayed outside past dark on this night were not heard from again as they were drawn to the haunting music. Every villager of Blue had heard the music in their lifetime, but if they followed the laws drawn out by the music maker in the years before, they would not be harmed. 

The little children were warned as soon as they could walk if they did not follow the laws, they would become like the child that was lost before their grandparents were born for being foolhardy. The little boy who failed to adhere to the simple guidelines that were lain before him, and for that he was forever lost. 

He was burdened with the simple task of guarding the town's sheep and cows from straying into the meadow and fields of the unknown owner of the neighboring town. The task was simple: blow the fallen horn of the sheep to bring the animals back to the once cheerful town. One day, when the sun was high above the little boy's post near the haystacks, the cool wind brushed his curls from his face, and the hay stalks rustled a soft lullaby, the little boy succumbed to the gentle push towards an afternoon nap. During his mistake, the sheep, un-mastered, scrambled and kicked their way into the forbidden meadow to chew upon the greener pasture. The cows mooed and rocked their bells, knocking over the tempting yellow morsels that were now theirs. The little boy slept, never waking to call the wayward sheep or the mischievous cows back to their own fields. Lost in a dream of playing in the sands at the beach that he had only read about in books, he never woke to the shadow that fell across his small frame, blocking the warm sun that he would never again feel on the curls that his mother loved so much. The owner of the now destroyed fields of corn and trampled meadow took his wrath out on the innocence of a child, burying him beneath the suffocating hay, damning him to forever walk the earth in search of others who failed to fulfill their duties. 

If one was to visit the little farming town of Blue near the winter solstice, and it was a particularly warm day, and you feel as if you would want to lay beside the haystacks and take a well deserved nap, I would not recommend that you listen to nature's lullaby. If you do, you may wake up to an endless eternal walk with the damned boy, and listen to his horn for as long as there are sheep to be brought back from the meadow and the cows from the corn. 

Dear Liz

Dear 'Little Sister'

There is no easy to say
To say I'm sorry
To let two years of lost time
To slip by in sorrow

It's difficult to understand
Now, why I didn't let it go
All that time has passed
Where I could've forgiven you

You're  not to blame for it all
It is someone else's fault
Their mistake is what drove us away
From our own familial bond

Little one forgive me for hating
And despising you until now
I want it in the past - all of it
Please accept my hand in friendship - again

Your Inner Monologue

Pennies are not worthless
So I will compare using a cent
Some days I feel like a mess
and I cant find a way to vent

Other days I feel like a dollar bill
Hardly held by some, honored by all
Those days I'll never fall, until
Something little makes me fall

Back down to feeling like a penny
Most days feel like I'm fifty cents
I suppose that feelings held by many
By now you probably think me dense

I'm just using these analogies
To help you understand the mind of me
I really don't follow a theology
But I will if it helps you see

I want to be social and unwind
I'll stop myself short and decline
Then I'll beat myself up in my mind
And eventually I'l go saying it's fine

Little things will bug me all day
Big things will too - but when I'm home
This is more for me, but I will say
Please check on me me - I still have a phone

The Extrovert Introvert

I found something that made me think
About what I am and what I do
The things that help me float - or sink
And the ones that understand are few

Clearly I enjoy going out there
An adventure is fun or two or three
I want the see the movie or the fair
But at the end of the day - let me be

Plan a lovely day with everyone
Let's go here, and there and do that!
I want to do some outdoor fun
Back up a second - let me take in all of that

I can be a social butterfly
Going here there - just wait now
When I want to be alone - its not a lie
Just leave me be to avoid a row

I'll recharge and come back well
It's not that I don't like you - I do
My tolerance today just kind of - fell
If you understand that, you're one of the few

Mustaches

Quackers mustache you a questions... but he'll shave it for later!

Today was one of my ducklings last day, she was switching schools and Quackers said goodbye to her. I'm sure she'll have lots of fun in her new duckless classroom!

Best of luck little duckling!

Good Feeling

What makes me happy
Usually doesn't make me cry

But what I've found
Since I've been around

Is that the little things make my day
Like laughing or singing or skipping

A hug from behind
A kiss on the cheek

Annoys others
But never bothers me

I'm an internally happy being
With a little happy heart

So come be happy with me
Even if its for one silly minute

It's good for you mind and body
It'll only last forever, I'm positive!

Firefly/Serenity - Cartoons only

The Middle Distance

The Middle Distance 

Artist: JD Eicher 

[Verse 1]
My sisters and my brothers, mismatched lovers
Openhanded, here I am, here I am
Pictures of each other, one another, and the feelings come again, here I am

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I think it's funny how we happen time-ways and we keep on pushing on past your bones and skin
But the mind doesn't pass it

[Chorus]
You and I, we were better than friends, we're living like strangers
How could we ever be strangers?
I don't know anything stranger
You and I, we were better than this to let it all change us
How could we let it all change us?
Couldn't anything save us?

[Interlude]
This is the middle distance
This is the middle distance, mhm

[Verse 2]
August on the pavement, we were waiting for the storm to finally end, it never ends
Promises were made there, just to fade there
I know I was half the man, but twice the friend

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I think it's funny how we happen time ways, and we keep looking on past the focus shifts
But my mind never passed it

[Chorus]
You and I, we were better than friends, we're living like strangers
How could we ever be strangers?
I don't know anything stranger
You and I, we were better than this to let it all change us
How could we let it all change us?
Couldn't anything save us?

[Bridge]
Where the lines meet, where the paths cross, where the future starts
I have stopped
Where the lines meet, where the paths cross, where the future starts
I am lost

[Pre-Chorus 3]
You and I, we were better than friends, we're living like strangers
How could we ever be strangers?

[Chorus]
You and I, we were better than friends, we're living like strangers
How could we ever be strangers?
I don't know anything stranger
You and I, we were better than this to let it all change us
How could we let it all change us?
Couldn't anything save us?

[Outro]
Ooh (this is the middle distance, this is the middle distance)
My sisters and my brothers, mismatched lovers, open-handed here I am

Ocean

Push through the swirling darkness
Twist up toward the beckoning night
Reflecting Pinpricks of light waver
Constricted breath releases into the cold air.
Beauty in nature consoles weeping skies
With mournful wailing and soft scales
Conflicting calls wish for a longer protection
From the beating life stealing heat.
No day passes without a life taken
Nor does one pass with one beginning
No night ends without a lesson learned
Nor does it go without a failed mission
Brillantly adorned objects are adored
Admired but only for a lustful purpose
Life breathes and dies beneath the waves
Moving to music cast from the midnight moon

Roar

If you don't like this, then there's the door

'Cause what you said shook me to my core 

You have no idea what's in store 

I hope you don't think this is a bore 

Or wonder 'why?' And 'what for?'

What you have is in your 

Inner self, your diamond, your own ore 

At one time you only found this in lore 

Shake off your own self doubts, Eeyore 

Dig inside to find your own glowing gore 

Don't you dare slink off like a whore 

You should open every mind pocket and drawer 

Throw away any bad doubt, just forevermore 

Think of yourself as being rich, and not poor 

You have so much to give and not a single sore

Happy times are ahead - not fearsome nor 

Ones that keep you awake - you're 

Thinking silky, stupid ideas, don't let your soul be tore 

You can see your own dream - what it once wore 

For f--- sake, just hear yourself roar!

Spencer II

I know you've been gone for years now
But there's still little reminders
Of who you were and why
I wanted you to be a part of my life
Be proud that you're still here
For this is the last time you're here

At the time I knew I wasn't here long
There was another always on your mind
She was pretty, she was kind
She was most definitely not me
And I hope you told her about me

I was there for a short time
I knew that she was going to come back
You talked about her often enough
But, believe me, it's better that you talked
To her about it in person than anything else

I only wish the best for you in every way
I hope you passed your classes
And that your health did get better
I respectfully send you both well wishes
Because you only sent me respect back

How Long it Will Last

When I was young I used to ask 

The boys in my class 

If they crushed on me 

Since I crushed on them 

The girls and I would sing 

The silly songs of romance 

As if we really knew 

Little dandelions were given to a crush 

Seats were saved in the bus 

But we didn't know 

Same as we don't know now 

How long it will last 

As we grew friends became more defined 

Relationships turned into local trip

And we were home before dark 

Sleepovers were becoming rare 

Rumors between only friends were rampant 

Best friends had your back, girls and boys alike 

Boundaries were pushed then never brought up 

Laughs were shared as were secret smiles 

I'm just glad we waited to see if we were true 

But we didn't know 

Same as we don't know now 

How long it will last 

As adults love is but a fairy tale that is always seen 

Those who were burned leave it to the others 

Those who are blessed take it in stride 

Those who enjoy the moment live love everyday 

Best friends have adventures and no one talks 

Little adult crushes make the world pay attention 

I'll just take it all as it comes and love my life 

Crazy adventures with the more tame excursions 

And just continue letting others be who they are 

For we don't know 

Same as we didn't know then 

How long it will last 

Blank Slate

When everything is thrown away 

From the purposeful flirting 

To the doe eyes 

And the teasing grin 

There's only one thing left 

When the gaurd is finally gone 

With missing dirty sayings

The little shuffles 

And pouting lips 

There is only one thing left 

Take away everything that was used 

And taught from movies 

And television 

Even the books that are read 

There is only one thing left 

What's left behind is a true smile

That is original and kind 

Eyes that smile from within 

And everything that shows herself

That is the only thing left 

Forgotten Tale

There is a deafening silence
In the land of guilty loneliness
Where one is afraid to forget
And more frightened to forgive

Empty reflections in broken mirrors
Display only what lies in the heart
Of what life could possibly be
When one chooses to live in regret

Whispering echoes of ghostly shadows
Are shattered by gentle soft words
That spell out sorrow and forgiveness
But never a tale to forget

You Can Never Doubt

Never doubt yourself
For every doubt can hurt someone,
Everyone even.
Naturally you need to fight
Toward the truth in your head.
Down the rabbit hole you'll go,
Over this silly notion you describe,
Eating away at body and soul
Let it all go.
Over and over in your head it'll ring,
Gongs and bells,
Soon You will admit the fact
That you've been lying to yourself
For you know that you can...





This is the second poem that I've written in this way with each line beginning with the last letter of the line before. This does exclude the last line of the poem which ends on 'n' which starts off the first line of the poem on 'n'. Enjoy it!

Try

I dare you to try again 

Never give up in hopes 

Of having me to yourself 

At least for one night 

Fight for me, as you could 

As if there are monsters in your way 

Or dragons that you must slay 

In order to just reach me 

Ask again if you can see me 

Whether that's tonight or tomorrow

Or a day down the road 

Or just lunch during the day 

You know what I probably will say 

But I dare you to try once more 

Because I don't know what to say 

When you don't try again 

Swing dancing

Practice with a new partner
At every spin
Lessons with every push
Laughter at every fall

Reminders to step small
To recover lost balance
To help him guide me
Into every recovering step

Don't think so hard
Let the music take you
Wait for the coming tune
That reminds you to pause

New faces means faster paces
With spins and laughter
And unlearned places
That are appreciated by all

Little compliments throughout
Given by men old and young
Regarding temperaments and moves
Brightens his night and mine

Familiar partners at the end
Help calm my spinning head
Unpracticed moves help bring the end
Of another wonderful night

White

Crowning of the crashing waves on virgin shores
Pure wings of a mourning  dove in flight
Heavenly glow of the distant stars and moons
Tail of the spooked deer in the waiting wood
Snowy tundra hiding predator from prey
Ethereal figures swimming below the dark waves
Under bellies matching the skies above from danger
Stripes warning of poisonous danger, or of easy prey
Edges of the eyes observing all of this beautiful world

Braces

It started off in the end of elementary
When I started to become invisible
When the other girls found themselves
And I decided to stay the same

Around that time I found myself
With shorter hair and awful braces
Continuously running late to class
And learning a lesson on being free

I never did fit in with the other girls
Whose main interest was clothes and boys
I'd rather have a history chat
Or stuff my nose in a brand new book

Over time the hair grew long
My braces were finally removed
But I still stayed the same
With no interest in fashion or the boys

I'd like to think that's what you saw in me
Those many years ago
And why you still like to sometimes talk to me
I'm just glad you saw me then and now

Catch me

"Catch me!"

Says the prey to the prowler 

With his soft features 

And defenseless skills 

More adapted to hiding 

Than to fighting 

"Catch me!" 

Says the victim 

To the predator of the skies 

With tiny hearts poundings 

And beautiful feeble songs 

Fleeing slowly from demise 

"Catch me!" 

Says the decorated human 

With her flashy dress 

Persued by dramatic noise 

Venting from a monster 

Prowling at her guarded doorstep 

"Catch me!" 

Calls the displayed trap 

Designed to finally catch 

The Venus flytrap of demons 

With beautiful broken promises 

To ensnare the tracking murderers 

"Catch me!" 

Echoed down the empty world 

No more than a whisper 

Carried by a joyful sigh 

As the strong and beautiful 

Once called victims, March  

Icy Tonight

I know you were far above tonight
As I drove home from work
In the icy hell that was predicted

I know you were just above tonight
Keeping my thoughts on one goal
And on a growing strength in particular

I know you were in my car tonight
Making me pause before I made that call
Telling me I am strong, I can fight it

I know you were next to me tonight
Clearing the last path, the last stretch
So I could make it safe inside

I know you were talking to me tonight
When I read the message from a friend
Confirming that I made it home safe

I always know you're with me every night
Leaving me little signs I know too well
And keeping me safe from any harm

Fabric on the Breeze

The little gypsy girl beckons me
Twirling her fingers in the air
In unison with internal drums
Dancing to her own tune
Twisting silken fabric on the breeze
Created from her own rhythmic dancing

She captures me in a wayward shawl
Created by aging mothers and lovers
Forever passed down to this child
That glistens in the living fire
As if brimming with a story
That will soon be told

The splendid colors drifts down my back
Clinging and draping as if it knew where to go
At each breath the colors shifted
At each move the fabric softly sang
Sweetly asking begging to to moved
And who I to refuse such a quiet plea

The gypsy girl and I danced with the fires
Which cast off wild and rhyming shadows
That bounced off the skies and the stone
Cast there from the fires from the skies and from our hearts
Dancing only to what alone only know
Listening to the music from within our feet and the earth

Banned Secrets

I can listen and I can listen well
When you think I can't hear your secrets
In reality it's open for the world to hear
I'll keep it to myself, at least for now

It's funny how with secrets, it's how the world fell
When some say share I say yes let's
For when there are secrets held there's more to fear
If it were up to me no more secrets I'd allow

Her Word

This is the story of a girl and a boy

It's been told time and time again 

But it seems to end the same way 

This story ends differently

For she stopped being lied to 

And left him alone for good - she said 

I'll tell you a secret, dear reader 

She said that six months ago today 

And she since hasn't gone back on her word 

Read this

You're never going to read this
You never have and you never will
You won't talk about our kiss
And how now we'll never get our fill

I know it started when I was alone
In that big empty house in the wood
When you arrived just over the stone
Just as I knew you always would

I knew it was just after it was over
And you were hurting and so was I
And as soon as we said it was all over
I knew it was coming, I won't lie

It was just an innocent little fling
Between you and me, my dear
It'll never turn into you needing a ring
I know you'd try, that's my fear

You still confide everything in just me
And every day that passes I fear for you
I laugh for each other's hearts we hold the key
Yours for me and just mine for you

Fate and destiny have less to do with this love
I put my money on just having a lovely friend
I won't put this on anyone elses love, above
But I am glad that our tryst did not make anything end

Short Judge

No one believes me 
when I say that
 *you* are a good person. 

Then when they ask me 
to judge thier new friend
 and I say they are not,
 they don't believe me. 

I guess I don't have a good 
sense of judgement. 

But then when stuff happens 
in their relationship, 
 the relationship I have 
with my friend is fine, 
who has the better judgement?

I used to...

I used to write
About blind love
With passionate kisses
And runaway thoughts

I used to write
About how blind I was
When boys would call
And I'd run at their voice

I used to write
About broken love
And about the heartache
When there was nothing to feel

I used to write
About finding new interests
And letting them smother
And quell my own thoughts

I used to write
About you of all people
But I know you'd never answer
Until I see you again

Perhaps I'll write
About heaven and all its glory
Where you are
Looking down on friends and family

Perhaps I'll write
About the moments when
I know you're with us
Even though we cannot see you

Perhaps I'll write
About my new love
And the way I can express
All because of you

Perhaps I'll write
About how each day
I still miss you
But every year it gets a little better

Perhaps I'll write
And let the world know
That you're still here
Because we still love you