Friday, September 9, 2011

When you think about what you want in life ....what is it? What is it?

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Friday, September 2, 2011

I write i write i write, i cannot write away the tragic soul, the lover who does not love, the life wished and the one given. I will write us a love song, a wisp of soft air about the ear just in time to still the dying heart. The heart it beats out a path, follows you into the deep gray wind, would burst to flames to guide you, this heart, my heart, I will write us a love song one not sung from a bottle or from the spring air, a love song as a whimper a hearts remembrance of what we once were, a ember trying not to die. My love song for us all my whispers skim the vast waters that lay cold and heavy upon my soul, my water, my captor, my soul, my island, my emptiness, my hearts whisper to two lovers my love song, my sorrow of age and loss, let my tears bleed from me, I am no ocean and I am wilting. my love song, a flower faded to water, crushed to earth I lay bare in my thoughts. The sweet sadness of love has left its marks across my body, coarsed my skin and lined my mouth with brutal reality but I will write us a song that may seek out your soul in the darkness of night where your love for me is still and waiting, past the regret and anger, the grayness of our days and into the shadows of your heart may my song reach. I will write us a song that we may find each other once more. My love for you  a well worn path in the dirt embedded and strong waiting for you.