July 2005


Saturday, November 05, 2005

Sometimes I mess up..II
Love isn’t an easy thing, like treading water, or tether ball, practice makes perfect.
Feelings however, never change. When your in love this much nothing can alter the way you feel.
Sometimes you don’t want to believe that, sometimes I’m not invulnerable, but I can try.
We all make mistakes, foul out the works and pretend to know better, but its our love that gets us through.

I can say I love you one and a thousand times, but only you can believe it.
There isn’t much else I can say, which would be far from the truth.
My heart is yours, my soul my every moment.
I can’t even picture my life with out you.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Sometimes I mess up..
I have a foot, and at times it fits perfectly into my mouth.
You don’t need to stuff it, push it, or even show it where to go, it can lead the way.
The foot knows when its time to go home, because I’ll have said something stupid, assinine or foolish.
The foot can and will take all day to dislodge, at times it can get so far down, all day in there,It gets confused.

But you try, To apologize, to rectify, to say I’m sorry-I-wont-do-it-again-tify..

Sunday, October 23, 2005

mi amore
amore dolce, siete un angelo.
sweet love, you are an angel.

I vostri occhi blu quanto il cielo
Your eyes as blue as the sky

Il vostro cuore in profondità quanto l’oceano
Your heart as deep as the ocean

I lungamente per tenerlo e baciarlo
I long to hold you and kiss you

Desidero svegliarsi vicino voi ogni giorno
I wish to wake near you every day

Monday, October 03, 2005

Lyrics found in a notebook from 4/17/2000
Child of Love

blackened eye, in rage love is lost
darkened skin, the price is to high a cost
Fallen angel, wings clipped at such an early age.
Broken wing, how the pain never ever, fades.

You call out in the night, that it’s your time.
You sacrifice your sight, to help the others who are blind.
You give and never take, you are the child of love.
Always told you were a mistake, but you’re a child of love.

Fragile heart, cracked like glass.
Broken heart, it beats for the past.
afraid to touch, you wear the pain like a mask.
Alone inside, your hope is falling and failing to the last.

A ring of stones, circles you and your birth.
Hallow soil, nothing grows there anymore.
A tear, falls from your eye and stains the ground.
Love flowers bloom, where it fell, my heart is tore.


There’s a wall, that holds back the call of the flood.
The pain is like the rain, falling from above.
There’s no way you could say, that’s nearly high enough.
When you’ve seen it all end, my friend, you’ll know it’s caught up.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Peace in your eyes, Serenity
Falling, floating it’s like I’m in space.
The stars, your eyes, the love is on your face.
I keep wishing, loving, it can’t get any better then this.
Beauty, in my dreams, with you I will never miss.

The sun, the day, hold me close to you.
The heat, we play, all the things that we do.
I keep loving, waiting, holding you close to me.
Lovely, in my thoughts, you are my serenity.

I see the peace in your eyes…

Sunday, September 18, 2005

My dream
There is an outstanding side to you, the side which I love.
It rallies your reasoning, and makes me proud.
At night when I lay next to you, I wonder if I’m everything you could want.
Or if I’m the thing that makes your heart stop.

I breath you in, exhale you out, my heart.
My vision is not what it once was, forgive me when I’m a tart.
I may not say the things at the right times, may not understand your meanings.
But I pray that I can still hold you, when it matters.

You are my dream, you are what I need.
You are my love, I watch you while you sleep.
You are my desire, under all my stupidity is me.
You are my hope, allowing me to be good inside.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Stones, can lay in the grass and be there for eons.
They can roll down hills and become walls we lean on.
Strong, they out last dinosaurs.
Brittle, breaking from water.

Heavy, tethered weights, life’s diction.
Slowing you, your dragging them, apply your friction.
Marred, bound by claim and application.
Can you pass these from your system?

Stones, can lay in your path, or pave it.
Make life easy, constant, or irrelevant.
Help you digest your life’s work and get on,
or trap you under an avalanche, drowning you in a pond.

Roll the stone away, make them your pavement and play.
Cut the ropes that bind them to you, show that your here to stay.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005
I wonder if those who have killed themselves over love, did so because they wore their hearts on their sleeve.
That their sorrow was unbearable, and only the removal could bring happiness.
That the cuts responsible for the loss of their life, were in an attempt to remove their love from the open.
To hide it, to whisk it away from the pain tearing it wide open.

Maybe the pain comes from the heart breaking?
does it split open and rupture like some ripe fruit?
Maybe this is the case, for haven’t your eyes stung afterwards?
Like some tiny bit of lemon juice finding its way into the socket.

Many wear their hearts on their sleeves, many more hide them away.
Some build walls to protect them, while others may use SPF 11.
Still others never take their hearts out, while some run down the street with them over their heads.

With so many ways for the heart to be hurt, should those who are afraid not be scared? And what about those who do the hurting…

Monday, August 22, 2005

Touch, feel, expression, lost in thought.
Games of chance, talking with words you learned, emoticons of love.
It can get bottled up, inside with words, express it.
Lots of way to show that you care, sometimes it’s better not to say.
Write it down, place it on paper or on the digital.
Shout it out on the internet space, prove it.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Dark Times
Feeling ill, but your strength shines like a beacon.
Your desire burning, makes me strong, I want to hold you more.
I and you know, this will pass and you will shine brighter still.
We just have to wait for the clouds to pass, and the grey to burn away.

You are my flame, my muse, I will hold you in the dark times.
I owe you my love and happiness, these things I will repay in kind.
My love, my heart, all yours to hold onto for support.
Together we will walk out of the fog, stronger and healthier then before.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

I know how it must seem, accidentally stepping on that flower I had loved.
I tried not to do it, but I had lost my balance for a moment and stumbled.
Slipped on the edge and tumbled.
The flower, now wilted but alive I held gentle in my hand.
Nursing it with water and fresh soil I knew it would understand.
I loved that flower, and never wanted to see it hurt, I promised.
I tended that flower, until it was a blossom again and stronger.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Never ending
I break down, hold my head in my hands.
I’m at the best place in my life.
Can’t beat these feelings, can’t change the way I feel.
Don’t want this to end, can’t get enough of you.
Want to slow down, make this last forever, longer.
Want 26 hours in the day because the night feels shorter.

Need you now, now more then ever.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

The Quest
Such as the Knights of old, I fight for thee.
Dragons, deamons and other evil creatures that wish to do you harm you see.
My Princess, my Queen, my every night dream, I live for thee.
My sword is at your command, my shield spent to protect you.
Allow me just a few loving words before I go into battle.
Show me a favorite, a small token of your affection.
Be it a kiss, a hug or a parting word.
Be it love, attention or another.

I shall fight for you and your love.

Monday, July 11, 2005

I was going to write a poem today, but for some reason just couldn’t come up with anything that didn’t sound horribly bad… so here is some Shakespeare for the day.

Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Anger, Sadness, Pain and Love
How can something so beautiful, cause so much pain.
How can the bright sun, be blotted out by so little rain

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To have my heart full of joy, then to have it stolen away.
Brings me to tears, pleads to me to bottle up and stay.
Inside my wall of bliss, house of joy and vain.
Far from the arguments, shouting, hurting and pain.
Only wanted just one thing, to hold you in my embrace.
To hold you close, with no more fighting in this place.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Believing in the dream, I walk out into the morning everyday.
That dream, being you excites me.

With the sun on my face, I know I can’t lose.
I stride with pride, knowing your right there when I get home.

Was that your smile? Hidden behind your curl I saw.
Shy sprite, muse of mine, bringing out the best.

Rubens could not capture your beauty on canvas, nor Degas your spirit.
The world is your playground, and I enjoy have the best fun with you.

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