Ghost

Every night, I wear your clothes and
dark in a dream, fade like a ghost
float room to room, barely here
haunt my own house, facing fear
hearing echoes unsaid and shrill
"It doesn't matter and never will."
Then my voice, "Oh, God. Don't."
"I could and would, but shouldn't, so I won't."

Fear the Shadows

I protect the helpless from the hate
but over my shoulder on my left side
silently the killer waits.

Through misery and suffering wade
helping and healing at least to try
out of this heart that love has made.

Gently and kindly I bring them aid
but touching my shoulder on my left side
silently the killer waits.

When you cry I am there always
trying to comfort and stem the tide
to bring you through to joyful days.

I can see this shadowy shape
holding my shoulder on my left side
silently the killer waits.

Although she's contained, I am afraid
that inside my heart on my left side
silently the killer waits.
Funny the paths you choose to take.

Speed

I know you love me.
It scares me, too.
You're so far from perfect
and just so completely you.
I know what I want
and what is possible to do.
If fear takes a break
and you push on through.

If it doesn't, that's fine.
It's all good, we're cool.
No harm, no foul,
little damage, perhaps true.
Just want to enjoy what we've got now,
full blast, no brakes, no rules.
One of us may be moving too fast,
but, Babe, it's not me. It's you.

I'm open to options.
There are more than just two.
The sky is the limit,
and that sky? Really blue.
Stake a claim, or don't, none, both.
Whatever you want to do.
The sweetest thing is.
It need not be soon.

Well, this is depressing.

What good is a soul if it's not laid bare
daring the fates to crush it.
What good is a mind that's never shared
with thoughts and plans to nourish it.
What good is a life burdened with pain
without joy to balance it.
What good are words born from these things.
The writer inside, time to kill it.

Sounds like a good time.

Netless, I fly and netless I'll fall
alone onto concrete floor.
Thought about taking the safest route,
but maybe it's death to be bored.
So, back to the place where I'm most me,
flying and letting go. That's where I live
and that's where I'll die,
maimed, broken, and worn.
The only regrets are steps not taken
when fear gets in the way,
blocking the path to a new direction
down the most interesting roads.

Yep.

Love is a gift given freely
without coercion or greed,
without expectation of gifts returned
or appreciation, it has no need,
but desire for safety, health, and joy
for the gifted, known or unseen.
That's when it's pure, absent of self,
and the greatest gift received.
So, may you live in health, joy and peace.
All manner of wonderful things
and promise me, please, to cherish
yourself, and live up to all that love means.

Good Ole Boy

A good ole boy
who knows where the fun is
whose heart knows naught of betrayal.
Thoughts held within until limit is reached
then hope he forgot where the gun is.



Well that one was somewhat fun to do.