over
6/29/2001
in just a few weeks i
will have no future
just present and past
there is
more than one way
to understand
starting over
Leaving
6/27/2001
It's hard to say goodbye--
we thought we'd never.
We thought we'd always see each other
again.
I see you walking slowly
in the distance
and brush away a tear
for my old friend.
The ways of life have always
been too complex
for such a simple mind as mine
to grasp.
Although the future answers
many questions,
there always are so many more
to ask.
I wish that I could hold you
in my arms, dear,
and whisper words of love
like before.
But barriers built up
so many years
are not torn down or crossed
with little care.
Let me look at you once more
before I leave you.
I know we can never share life
like before.
Though our memories will fill my mind
forever
they won't fill the empty space
inside my door.
Somehow, someday I may find another
to light the darkness, warm the cold
inside,
but there'll always be a space
that no one else can touch,
and in that space I'll find you
all the time.
Flow
6/27/2001
i always tried to be
spontaneous,
while you planned so far
ahead.
we never thought we would need
to disentangle
our lives.
we came together like two streams
so many years ago:
we merged and flowed
together
always together.
you were with me
even when we
were apart,
but now we're parting.
it seems unnatural
for currents that merge
to downstream diverge.
were we not destined
to flow out
together
to the sea?
Sighs
7/8/2001
making love
with quickened pulse
punctuated
sighs
kiss
caress
and lips
wander
you receive me
as I strain
to surge
and we lose ourselves
then find
each other
eternal
Not So Much 1/14/2000
I'm not so much
so I won't ask your time.
I'm just a man
who strings together lines.
Don't make a fuss
about me when I'm gone:
there's always someone
else to carry on!
I'm not the model of the
post-industrial man,
and I doubt my style
can fit in any plan.
I've had to carve my life
by living any way,
adapting to the changes
that shock me every day.
I'm not so much
so I won't ask your time.
I'm just a man
who strings together lines.
Don't make a fuss
about me when I'm gone:
there's always someone
else to carry on!
When I went to school
I didn't know my way:
I broke too many rules
and blundered through my days.
I sometimes wonder why
I had to act that way:
it doesn't seem too wise
to only want to play.
I'm not so much
so I won't ask your time.
I'm just a man
who strings together lines.
Don't make a fuss
about me when I'm gone:
there's always someone
else to carry on!
You can meet me at the corner,
see me in the street.
I can be next door,
or anyone you meet.
I hide behing a smile
and an offered hand,
though I don't know why I'm here
and do not have a plan!
I'm not so much
so I won't ask your time.
I'm just a man
who strings together lines.
Don't make a fuss
about me when I'm gone:
there's always someone
else to carry on!
I wear the finest suits,
my shoes are mirror-shined,
and all the newest, latest things
probably are mine.
I follow every fashion
and always read the news.
I want to know who's ahead
and who is going to lose.
I'm not so much
so I won't ask your time.
I'm just a man
who strings together lines.
Don't make a fuss
about me when I'm gone:
there's always someone
else to carry on!
I hang around my boss
and tell him what he likes,
but like a little snake
I'm always set to strike!
I'll always act so nice
and never raise your fears
until the day you look up
and see me in the mirror!
Of All the Words
11/15/99
Of all the words I've writ
I want to save the best for you,
enshrined in rhyme and meters fit
to tell you that my love holds true.
But even if my form should break
and unrhymed lines creep in their place
I know you will forgive mistakes,
the follies of a man who plays
the young boy's game of love.
I play this game with all my heart,
pretending that my mind's above
though all my soul is in my part.
Our minds say our hearts are fooled
and should by sense be overruled,
but love becomes the lover's dream
and the dream becomes supreme.
It is not right to try to say
the heart is wrong. It knows its way
and has the strength to take the day
no matter what we try to say
or do. So I save the best for you
enshrined in rhyme and meters fit
to tell you that my love holds true
and my love will never quit.
One More
8/13/99
If I had one more song to sing,
I'd sing it just for you.
The beating of my heart would be
the rhythm of its verse.
If one more story could be written--
last words to hold through time--
it's clear to me it would have to be
the history of love between you and me.
If there was one more thing to do
before everything was through,
all I'd want is to be loving you
till there was nothing left to do.
Our Fire
2/11/2000
My dearest love,
I've looked for you
every day
in every way
since I was young.
With passion hot
I never stopped,
ever knowing,
somehow knowing
I would find you.
I went through nights
that seemed so dark;
I went through days
that seemed so cold.
I never thought
that I would stop,
never thought
that I would find
your precious love
to see me through,
the wondrous treasure
that is you!
Now we are two
and all we do
is share this love
'tween me and you!
When we grow old
and nights seem cold,
we will be warm
and safe from harm.
Our love's desire
will be our fire,
ever burning,
burning higher!
Padlocks
2/26/99
Padlocks and chains don't make you a slave--
it's really a state of mind.
The world's worst prisons are in the brain.
I know cause I'm doing time!
You came along and took my soul,
sewed it onto your sleeve.
The worst part was, I let you take control
and now I feel I can't leave!
You're seductive and intoxicating,
never ask for more than I give,
but my need keeps accelerating
and it keeps getting harder to live!
Padlocks and chains don't make you a slave--
it's really a state of mind.
The world's worst prisons are in the brain.
I know cause I'm doing time!
Alcohol, strong smoke and deadly pills
are the currency of devils' bills.
Taking lines from the table to make you able
only makes you think you're at the end of the rainbow!
I kept myself clean, tried to keep myself lean,
tried to avoid going to extremes,
but then life's illusions put me in confusion
and I was left behind by evolution!
Padlocks and chains don't make you a slave--
it's really a state of mind.
The world's worst prisons are in the brain.
I know cause I'm doing time!
Stretching
9/8/2001
now you're gone
I lose myself in thoughts
of anything but you
yet watershed moments
keep coming back to mind
the things we said
the things we did
keep coming back to mind
when I feel all alone
I will not lift the phone
no voice can bring me home
from the way I'm wandering
I thought that I had friends
they left me in the end
with only time to spend
so I started searching
now only basic man
stripped till I'm bare again
and I find that nothing's changed
you know, I'm not complaining!
I don't need any others
I don't have any brothers
even long lost my mother
but a new day is dawning
I will stand in the morning
look into the sun dawning
step onto the world stretching
from here out to the future!
No Way
9/10/2001
It's not the way that you
cheated, lied to me,
not the way you
went out with my friends.
It's not the way you took my
time, my life from me,
left me waiting hours,
hours on end.
It wasn't even so bad
when you said you loved her.
Somehow I stood there
though my heart went dead.
Somehow I knew that you would
never learn to love me--
still I stayed in your world
just to see.
It's not the way that you
hit me when you're drinking,
not the way you shout and
swear at me.
I know there'll be another
chance and I'll mend--
at least I won't have to
stay lonely.
But what did it was the
way you tore into me,
left my heart a gaping hole.
What did it was the
way you said to me,
"If you love me got to love me whole!"
It's not the way I have to
sit here, nurse my feelings,
not the way I look for
things to do.
Though you're away I can't
stop those memories
of the times that I thought were good.
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