Crying In The RainI feel transparent to your eyes you know me well so I can't hidethe pain I bottle up within from chances lost for love again...I feel it every time I see what may have been for her and me.So time time after time I hide the pain and do my crying in the rainwhere no one can see the tears you cry for they mix with rain as it blows by,and the only way to tell tears from rain is only one betrays your pain.So I dry my face and smile again and push the tears down deep withinand hear the thunder say aloud the sound of heartache in the clouds.And feel the harsh, cold rain embrace the tears that flow upon my faceand
Little BoySometimes I wonder if its worth the mask I wear to hide the hurt.The outer shell I show to allbut they don't see when I trip and fall.But the inner me few people knowI push it deep and never showthe scared little boy I am withinwhen all alone, I fight to winthe constant battle going onbetween what is right and what is wrong.And out of sight but always thereis the sense of fear that fills the air;Still scared of the dark after all these years,Still scared to let go of my tears,Scared to drop my hardened shellthat I've worn so long and kept so well.Scared to let somebody inafraid to let them close again.Scare
Angel Made of MistEach night I see you in my dreamsand I know you are the one for me.And even though I've never metthis beauty of an angel yet,I hope and pray that someday soonour eyes will meet across a roomand instantly we'll know for surethis is the day we waited for.Cross the room and gazes meetI hold my breath, so scared to breathe.Afraid that it's another dreamwhere I awake as you reach for me.Both amazed at how unreallove at first sight finally feels.My heart beats faster as we standclose enough to take your hand.I see the details of your face and can't help think of your embrace.Our eyes are locked and time stands st
Dream Poem - Matrix7Each night I see you in my dreamsand I know you are the one for me.And even though I've never metthis beauty of an angel yet,I hope and pray that someday soonour eyes will meet across a roomand instantly we'll know for surethis is the day we waited for.Cross the room and gazes meetI hold my breath, so scared to breathe.Afraid that it's another dreamwhere I awake as you reach for me.Both amazed at how unreallove at first sight finally feels.My heart beats faster as we standclose enough to take your hand.I see the details of your face and can't help think of your embrace.Our eyes are locked and time stands st
Simply to ExistI slowly walk through the forestand feel the soft jade moss caress my feet as I pass by all the beauty and wonder that surrounds me, for today I have a purpose. Today I capture your essence for all to see.Pen and pad in hand I approachthe clearing ahead where I know you will be waiting for me. You always are.A stone gray sentinel keepingwatch over your domain. Branches stretching up to the skyand bending this way and that at the slightest breeze.As if paying homage to some unknown deity by bowing day after day.I find a comfortable spot and beginto sketch your massive frame.As the hours go on it becomes
My InspirationI sit on the weatherworn porchgently swinging my feet as I watch you water your flowers.The morning sun is still hidbeneath the blankets of the pine trees over the hills, and past the valleys where the morning mist gathers before fading out of this existenceand into the blackness of nothingness.You make such simple motions look so gracefuland artlike. A beautiful ballerinawho doesn't realize she can dance.I watch you as you spray the life givingspray back and forth and hum ever so lightly.I watch as the drops fall through the air and land on each petal individually,hesitating ever so slightly before racingto
Hypocrite"I promise" is such a simple phraseyou toss about as free as air.But do you truly understand?Do you even really care?You said that you would feed me but my stomach feels empty and torn.You said that you would clothe meyet bitter winds embrace my naked form.You said you would be here by my sideyet only my shadow comforts me.You said you would heal the woundand yet it continues to bleed.You said you'd be my dearest friendas you plunged the dagger in my back.You said you'd fill my every needbut now there's only dark and lack.And after everything that we've throughit pains me that I must admit.That despite the
Playland of Forgotten DreamsI remember it just as clearlyas if it was yesterday.The look of wonder and joyon your face as your mom broughtme home from the toystore all those years ago.Soft brown fur, glass eyes asblue as the sea during a morning rain.Hand stitching with a black buttonfor a nose and a red smile sewn onwith yarn as red as cherries in the spring(only the best for you!)You promptly named me Boogie (Which isn't so badI got used to it) and held me so tight I feared my seams would burst!(Not the first impression I wanted to make).You kissed your mom and whisked me awayto your room and that was the startof the best life any b
Writers BlockStumble bumble fall and fumbleanything to make a rhyme.Pile of papers in the cornerswasting so much precious time.Just as bad as kryptonite.Worse than pebbles in your socks.The feeling writers try to fight.The gremlin known as Writer's Block.Laying in your bed at nightperfect poems fill your head.Pull on shorts, turn on the lightgrabbing paper, pen in hand.But as soon as buttcheeks hit the chairpoems flutter into the night.Bang your head against the wallAll I want to do is write!!!I'm not a picky guy in lifeI take it cold or take it hot.But why is it that every timeI try to write I hit that block!?!Word
Temptation - ReworkedWalking through the darkened treesfeel the bones and dust beneath.Soft as marble, warm as stonedrawing, drawing further on...Clearing in the trees aheadbranches tearing in my flesh.Far too painful to dismisswith the softness of a razor's kiss.Hesitation at the edgescared to tumble o'er the ledgewant to stop but too far gonedrawing, drawing further on...Strangers both in shrouded hoodsone is evil, the other good.Both stretch out their hand to meI must choose just one it seems.Thinking, probing watching bothfor any clue, for any hope.But I feel as though all hope is gonedrawing, drawing further on...Rash
Bloody TearsPerched above the darkened EarthI watch the toils of fallen souls.Some are struggling from their birthothers seek to gain control.Screams of torment fill the airaftershocks from sin and shame.Beat their chests and pull their hairscorch themselves with words of flame.Stalked and hunted, every onesome in ignorance, some aware.Devoured daily by their lustsand yet they burn without a care.Always thinking of themselvescrucified on crosses of greed.Placing dreams on dusty shelvesa sacrafice to mammon's need.Wrapped and buried in their sinisolation is the norm of life.A plan to make them whole againto shield the
The CallWalls that people build insidewalls that's made of foolish pride.Bricks of envy, stones of hatethat wouldn't happen if we'd waiton what our Father has to saybefore we start to choose our way.But inthis life of goals and dreamspatience is in lack it seems.Never taking time to praybefore we rush to start our day.Never talking to The Onewho loves us so He sent His Sonto come and die for all our sinsand make in us His home within.To cleanse us of the scarlet stainsupon our soul and make us clean.Who loves us more than His own lifeand so he died to calm our strifeand rose again up to the skyso we'll live with
Where to StartWhere to Start? Where to End?She started out as just a friend.In my heart it now has grownwith you I'm more than I am alone.I pray and ask but all I getis "Wait my child, I'm not done yet".Her hair itself seems to shinewith a light that's all its ownand gently flutters in the wind as she walks the long road home.Skin as smooth as purest silkyet just as smooth and fine.And my heartbeat nearly doublesas I hold her hand in mine.Lips just as red and full as cherries in the springand from these lips come a songthat sounds like angel's wings.And in the center of this vastexpanse of beauty fair,is a sparklign
My Love for YouThe first day I met you on that Sunday morningmy mind went to thinkingand my heart went to soaring.A vision of beautyan angel of graceand also apparent by the smile on your facewas your love for your Saviorwho freed us from sina fresh new creationborn over again.And that was the start of a feeling that grewdeep in my heart of all hearts...My Love for YouDeeper than the deepest oceanit's a feeling I have full of love and emotion.Higher than all the high mountain topsalways know that my love for you never will stop.I searched the world overto explain how I feel.Only four words will do...My Love Fo
TemPtatIonWalking through the darkened treesfeel the bones and dust beneath.Soft as marble, warm as stonedrawing, drawing further on...Clearing in the trees aheadravens call from overhead.Hesitation at the edgescared to fall over the edgewant to stop but too far gonedrawing, drawing further on...Strangers both in shrouded hoodsone is evil, the other good.Both stretch out their hand to methe choice is always up to me.Thinking, probing watching bothsilent in their ancient robes.I feel as though all hope is gonedrawing, drawing further on...Rash decisions made in hastethat stalks and kills its helpless prey.Overthin
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