I don't have to smell the roses

I don’t have to smell the roses
All I need are a few wildflowers
A broken limb held to the tree by a wild vine
A family of ducks pecking at the grass
A broken wooden fence scaling a weed filled acre
A lonely wispy cloud the single skies decoration
An early crescent moon pushing the sun down
A dirt road surrounded by wood
A single weed proclaiming its beauty among the grass
A floating feather from a winter flock
I don’t need to stop and smell the roses,
To realize a great artists work is continually being created all around me

Who am I, that You should love me so?

Who gives you beauty like Me
Who can know your heart as I do?
Only I know when to make the choicest blossoms bloom for you
Only I can turn on the music that plays your heart melodies
Only I know the perfect hues and blends of colors that make your heart sigh
Only I know where to put the moon
Where to paint the sunset
Where to place the clouds so that when I tell you "look!" you see the sun and its colors radiating from it
I say "Look!" and the lamplight glows on the sidewalk
"Look!" for the sun is turning colors
"Look!" for the baby bird is playing
"Look!" the moons crescent holds the corners of the masterpiece set for you
Who knows your heart like me?

gone

Why can't I just forgive and forget

Do I even know what to forgive, or who?
You took it, and it changed me.

You took my innocence without a blink.
It changed me
Maybe I blindingly gave it to you
Maybe I tied my own blindfold
it changed me
Maybe it was the blindfold not the innocence that made it happen
but at least you could have said
thank you
maybe you were blindfolded too..but by who
who
it's easier to think its you,
but I only feel myself

Musings

I lay in the moonlight with a jar of peanut butter, wishing it were a beer instead. Knowing I shouldn't. Why do we wish for the fleeting numbness instead of the everlasting peace? Even peace I have to fight daily. Maybe I haven't yet come to the peace, only a different forgetfulness.

Never let it go

Never let it go

How can I explain how I feel when I look at you?
How I’m lost in your deep eyes
All I can do is look deep into them, and hope you feel it too

Take your hands and hold my face close to yours
Never let it go

How can I explain how you feel in my arms?
How your heart’s pulses seem to pull my own out towards yours
All I can do is curl my arms around you, and hope you feel it too

Curl upon my chest, and rest your heart next to mine
Never let it go

How can I explain how your voice makes me want to sing
Only silently, so as not to miss a single sound you make
All I can do is speak softly back as you, and hope you hear it too

Speak of all I will never understand, so that I may hear you and
Never let it go

How can I show you how your rapturous smile brings the heavens down around me
How your smile turns my world upside down
All I can do is let my heart show in my own smile and hope you see it too

Teach my heart to show its smile, by smiling up at me
Never will I let it go

All I see in you
All I feel in you
All I know of you

Is Love

And no matter how far you are
I will never let it go

River of Dreams

River of Dreams

Dreams may come true, so they say,
But I'm still waiting for mine.
I wished upon a star, one bitter winter night
Then someone told me to stop reaching for the moon.
All I had ever wanted was a wish,
All I had ever needed was a dream.
But they lay in the night sky quietly blinking down at me
Who can touch the stars?
Who can reach the moon?
I stare at this lonely river and realize it is only me
I stand here, a heart filled with dying hopes
Staring at the unreachable jewels
My dreams seem so distant and far
For, reaching for your dreams
Is like reaching for the moon.
There reflecting on the river my hope sleeps
I step into the stars as they drift along
beside me. my legs wading deeper
and deeper into the rippling night.
I stride through the rushing current
My hands dive clasping cold moonlight.
I bathe in the soft silver stream
Holding now, in my hands, the moon



2003

The Moon

I believe i wrote this poem for a poster that I made as a present for nicole for her birthday in high school.

The Moon
The silver rains of your majesty
fast flood the sleepless hills.
You walk among the wild paths strung free
Bathing them in your soft light.
Your bright glittering beams caressing
the now voiceless world below.
You are the queen of the night
Awaken the sweet slumbering woods,
and send men's restless minds peace