I don't know where

All of the world is nothing,
life is war,
you aren’t here and can’t see
what this life is doing to me

the skin is the same
everthing else has shifted.
you may see the one you know
but you don’t know him,
he’s gone, replaced with me

can you learn to love through loss
let go of him and hold me.
We look the same, but we aren’t
there is so much to share with you
without a place to start
hold my hand,
please… this hurts

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Leaving You

it’s been so long neglected friend
since my hand held you
moving into your seductive curves
that won’t soon be forgotten
etched silhouettes upon my mind
wondering why we left this
leaving un-lived moments prematurely
there was promise with you
now fading from eternity
don’t believe you weren’t loved
you were, you are
I’ve been busy but that isn’t it
time can be made
I would’ve made time
flowers find time to bloom
opening themselves to the world
reveling fragrance and symmetry
inspiring generations to hold them
noticing their everything
my jealousy stems from this, my inability
remembering why we left this
unable to group words into fragrance
stanzas lacking symmetry
no on admires these words
not doing justice to her
so I left you, praying to bloom
at least for her, at least once.


Poetry: From France 3/3

ink exemplifies

slowly flowing from within
your love fills my heart
starting as the pen touches paper,
the ink exemplifying love

I never knew
now have felt

through hands lifting my eyes
to look only upon you
in an instant I’ll understand
a life of waiting, with hope.
these eyes have seen beauty

fields of wind swept grain
sun kissed snow swept peaks
radiating sunsets skimming sea

eyes left unprepared for a moment
that started when pen touched paper
ink exemplifying the love
the beauty I see in you.

7/4/04 / paris, france

To be with you is to be Home


Moment by Moment my life goes past,

spent missing you, who I live for
spent dreaming here of the moment we?ll touch
spent quietly waiting for that instant

The instant making my moments worth while

Then I’ll be home.

Your everywhere I am in everything I see,

bringing closed eyes back to you
bringing soft smiles, warming my heart
bringing dreams of that final place,

the place where we’ll finally embrace

Then I’ll be home.

My essence pains at your distance,

longing to feel your comfort
longing for your embrace
longing till the moment

the moment that will start our forever

Then I’ll be home.

7/4/04 / paris, france

What I’m scared to say


Fluttering lights flicker past
Windows streaked by rain
Tonight as the sun sets
Hidden behind confused clouds
Ringing themselves into nothing
As horns sound in the distance
Turning my eyes to streaks
Drips who glide so consistently
Its rhythm sends my mind.

Away, back to you
Thoughts suddenly flood in
Remembering nights alone with hope
Warmth resonating from your eyes
Caring from afar

how you pick me up
from the May storm
i long to forget?

You were there, so now I smile.

As the sun finally sets
My hand caresses the switch
Lights go out leaving a void
Darkness creeps in with a chill
It?s cold, I?m cold

where are you
come here
i need you
I love you
thank you.

7/4/04 / paris, france


Poetry: From France 2/3

Warmed by Truth
The fate of the world
slowly turns while tilting
closer to ultimate misfortune
into darkness
setting on the hearts
of a cold lost people
desiring to love
unable to feel


living around a world
whose passions aren’t pure
tainted over time
through eyes un-opened
hearts scared to try
minds scared to believe
set upon hollow hope
never will


the message has come
meeting people with frozen hearts
warmed by the hearth of truth
slowly warmth of love
bring strength
that causes them to know
the one who sent

his message

6/13/04 / toulouse, france

Into the Night
slowly, softly the sunlight sets
into twilight stretching thin
as hours of anticipation
leave minutes of serenity
with lights gently glistening
across the Garonne

clouds so sparse, dotted, thin
barley noticeable, gentle wind
distant roar of water falling
stars slowly trace the sky
moments of worry pass away

time should wait, moment long
wait until my soul rest
days gone wry seagulls fly

into the night

that forgot to delay

6/14/04 / toulouse, france

broken children stumble drunk,
loosing step while river runs
spiritually deserted, dark souls
admire past accomplishments
their beautiful city
masking ugly lost lives
still children stumble drunk
not knowing their father
whose tears flow down
raining upon this town
they don umbrellas
avoiding living water
extinguishing lights, living blind
in darkness

6/22/04 / toulouse, france