Poetry: We Will Not Die!

Oration,
Exploitation,
Innovation,
Reclamation.

Words stolen and
sold for pennies on the dollar.
Thoughts murdered
for the sake of prosperity.

When the voices fade,
the song is lost.
When the singers leave,
the show is over.

Raise your voices,
as well as your pens.
Shout to the heavens,
'We will not die! '

Ovation,
Exploration,
Intuition,
Imagination.

Break out from the bindings
and free your minds.
Write as if possessed and
sing as your heart would break.

Life is waiting
for you to take hold.
I am waiting on the other side,
baring my soul through my writing.

Poetry: We Can Start Over (All We Need To Do Is Hit Restart)

I showed you how much I cared
to the point I did things I never dared.
What good did it do me
when every night you're in the arms of another?

If you want me to abandon you
tell me and I will let you go alone.
Don't act as if nothing is wrong
when you play these games.

Let's just say no,
this was all a misunderstanding.
Let's backtrack a bit,
and let me introduce myself again.

We'll get off to a better start,
one where words were never said.
Maybe then I can delude myself,
forgetting I ever liked you more than a friend.

Poetry: Giving in to it All

Cold metal on soft skin,
clawing at my life,
seeking my heart,
but it's already gone.
Given to another
for safe keeping,
held in security deposit,
where I can't hurt it more.

If I am giving in,
thinking the battle lost,
I could let the metal in,
but the war hasn't ended
and my heart still beats,
hidden in hands,
gentle and loving.

Defiance raised like a flag,
scars shown that they tried,
but I won.

Poetry: Yes is the Answer (Until We Are Famous)

Yes, give me your heart
and everything attached.
My kiss in no magic spell,
but its potency is unmatched.

Yes, give me all you have
and everything in between.
I will rain ecstasy upon you,
likes of which you have never seen.

Yes, just say yes
and I will give what you need.
You will tremble at my touch;
from my hands you will feed.

Yes, you like it my way
and you will never leave.
You know I am what you want,
only you are afraid to believe.

Yes, take my hand
and walk away with me.
I will never betray you,
until our names light up the marquee.

Poetry: Now is the Time

Grieving time in Buffalo,
for the lost who went before.
Fear of what will happen
and what fate has in store.
Time doesn't slow,
nor does it abate.
The chance to live is now,
we must act before it's too late.
Where will we go
and what will we do?
Will we hate or love,
will be we proud with what we grown into?
Now is the chance
that others have not had.
With my heart in my hard I offer it,
life is too short to live it mad.
Give your heart and soul,
body and mind.
I give mine freely,
to a woman who is like Kind.
Her name is Hope,
though that's not really her name.
She is my guiding star,
for my raging heart she did tame.

Poetry: Sometimes (Wishful Thinking)

Sometimes I wish I was first,
rather than waiting in a queue.
Spending life in second gear,
wheels turning but moving nowhere.

Sometimes I wish I felt attractive,
wiping away social norms with a coarse cloth.
Feeling wanted and desired,
the first move not mine but anothers'.

Sometimes I wish you would believe me,
forgetting the lies of others and listening.
Words of truth are seldom spoken,
a world coated in lies. . . save my words.

Sometimes I wish these things,
though I know they will rarely happen.
Though I wish, I'll work to make them true,
hanging hope upon the hook of Sometimes.

Poetry: Night and Day

The night cloaks the world,
covering it as a blanket covers a sleeping child,
making everything seem so much closer,
in a world where everything seems farther away.

Velvet dreams shadow our eyes,
hiding the pain and sorrow that surrounds us,
coating our thoughts with hope,
only to snatch them away.

Though the darkness teases us,
playing Indian-giver with our hearts,
the night is darkest before the dawn,
when the sun shows your face next to mine.

Poetry: Walking

When the dust settles,
the streets are clear,
warm rain falls on my head,
tears from the sky.

My shadow is company,
companion and lover,
without a soul or judgment,
the hollow conversation echos.

Aimless walking in the dark,
each step leading somewhere and nowhere,
every footfall seems familiar,
your door stands open.

A cool rush of central air,
mixing in the warmth of a home,
My clammy skin and the heat of yours meet,
my destination reached forever.

Poetry: Bending (But Not Breaking)

Push,
push all you want to.
My smiles will coat your rancor,
but I am bending, not breaking.

Love,
love me like your honeyed words imply.
My kisses will soak in your tenderness,
but I am bending, not breaking.

Demand,
demand all I can give plus one.
My body will toil for you like it has for no other,
but I am bending, not breaking.

Smile,
smile at me and give the sweetest looks.
I will hand over my heart as well as my hand,
but I am bending, not breaking.

I will take all you give,
be it venom or honey.
I will give back adoration,
adoration by the bucket full.

Let loose your most heated temper
or your most passionate kisses.
I will take each in each measure,
giving back only kindness.

This is strange to you, I know,
this is not what you ever expected, I know.
Through all my giving I will always be me, I know,
change me if you can, I will bend, but not break,
this I know.

Poetry: I Just Had To Mention You

I just had to mention,
in briefest of passing,
that of all the men worldwide,
I happen to be the luckiest.
I know she see’s this,
she knows I’m true,
all the words I say,
I just had to mention a few.

Poetry: Cascading Dreamer

I could dream one
night alone again,
but I
awaken.

Poetry: Twelve O'Clock

Twelve o'clock chimes,
the hour I lost you.
I want to hold you again,
but time has stolen
all that we were.

Poetry: The Girl I Adore

You are the girl I adore,
even though I am far from shore.
Moving the oceans to see
your holy ground once more.

Goodbye, my lovely girl,
I am sailing to another for more.
You gave me your body and heart,
but now I return to the girl I adore.

She lives in a land far away,
To Aldenland, I have no idea what's in store.
Leaving the land far behind,
I sail to the girl I adore.

I hope to see her face there,
the girl I adore.
I will beach my ship and
leave her nevermore.

Poetry: Time Goes On

Once more the calendar flips,
days pass into oblivion.
Shared moments gone forever,
once more the calendar flips.

The grains of time strike loud,
echoing in the empty vaults of eternity.
No moment can ever be relived,
the grains of time strike loud.

Love today will not be tomorrows,
ever changing and ever evolving.
We can only hope to keep our hearts resolved,
love today will not be tomorrows.

Once more the calendar flips,
another year to right the wrongs.
I pray I can do better than he ever did,
once more the calendar flips.

Poetry: Faults

I wish I could kiss away the scars,
gentle lips like a healing salve.

I wish I could hold away the nightmares,
comforting arms around you until daybreak.

I wish I could caress away the tears,
rough hands wiping away those streams from alabaster skin.

I have my faults and they can annoy,
distract, upset, and infuriate.
Through all my faults I hope I can be enough,
to crack a beam of sunlight through the darkness.

Poetry: Worry

Worry can gnaw, gnashing teeth that bite in,
chewing a person from the inside out,
no matter what the real reasons are,
worry can devour the sinful and the devout.

Did one say the wrong thing, wrong time and wrong place,
causing a rift where once there was none,
or did one conjure up problems in ones own mind,
mixing worry and doubt in thoughts own cauldron?

Worry can carry one to places they never wished to be,
tossing and turning day and night, forcing one to think,
to another or the same, either possibility can occur,
but either choice can make ones heart sink.

Can it be that one can, in the silence of ones mind,
fix a rift that does not truly exist,
bringing one and their other together again,
one believes so and, despite it all, will persist.

Poetry: Silence the Doubts

They say we are foolish,
that it will never last,
we will give into our insecurities,
and become a thing of the past.

Proving them wrong wont be easy,
proving us right equally as hard.
We are up to the challenge though,
and will show them our resolve.

With care our love will flourish,
with time it will grow.
With us together anything is possible,
with love our critics will silence.

Poetry: Walls

Walls are built
to keep others out.
Though our walls are built
to keep the pain inside.

I'm here to help you
tear down your walls.
My ram is love for you
and I will breach sooner or later.

When I say I'll be there,
I will.
When I say I'll love you,
I will.
With every word and gesture I make,
your walls begin to crack.
With every kiss I give you,
your walls begin to fall.

When they fall and tears roll down your cheeks,
and the pain comes flooding out,
You can fall into my arms and cry,
because walls aren't made to last forever,
not in the face of my love for you.

Poetry: I'll Be There (His Words Spoken To The Wind)

When wild vines choke the road and thick leaves block the sky,
leaving you lost under a canopy of darkness - I'll be there.

When the paths before you look foreign and strange,
and the signs all point to nowhere - I'll be there.

The day you decide to use me and betray the feelings we once shared,
turning forked tongue toward my waiting ear - I'll be there.

When the end comes and forces us to part and you walk away,
leaving me alone on a rocky pier - I'll be there.

Soon enough you will realize what you have lost,
and in a vain attempt to reclaim my love.
You search for me where I was as if frozen in time,
but you find only a memory with words frozen on its lips.
"I'll be there."

Poetry: Seasonal

White turned to brown,
brown turned to green,
green will return to brown,
until white swallows it whole.