risking |
"to risk"
to laugh is to risk appearing a fool
to weep is to risk sentimental.
to reach out for another is to risk involvement.
to expose feelings is to risk rejection.
to place your dreams before a c... Posted by on Wed, 19 Nov 2008 10:32:00 GMT |
feelings |
I am close but so far away.
I am here, but not there.
I feel without touch.
I hear without sound.
I smell without a nose.
I cry without tears.
I love without a heart.
I think without thought.
I rememb... Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 12:14:00 GMT |
I look, see and feel, my way trough it |
"As I Think about that girl as I believe.."
I often thing where she is
no wonder she's making her way
to a place where cope comes free
she gives me the tid bits of life, not afraid
but do I believe he... Posted by on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 17:05:00 GMT |
today |
Today was just a yesterday..
when the grass grew too fast
the windless afternoons
ice tea in the garden chair
I would dream of a day that was short and full
all the while waiting on the fall winds to ... Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 05:51:00 GMT |
it is where Im at.. |
" my glass is full and my cup runith over "
From the chase of searching of what I thought would be the best place to be..
I have found through the years that its not just the the big city, the small i... Posted by on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 07:54:00 GMT |
inspiration |
"inspiration now"
Heart beating
I came across a cash of old photos
letters from the hand that carries hearts on a sleeveless dress
quoates from the 1920's.
inspiration now..
opening a closing door.
no... Posted by on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 05:56:00 GMT |
along the shores I paint my song.. |
"along the shores I paint my song"
along the shores I paint my song
of life in the pursuit of love.
timeless beggings of those days
on the sun washed beaches of south west florida.
we slowly cut throu... Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 10:56:00 GMT |
backwards at a glance |
"backwards at a glance"
lost love.
lost puppy dog
ice cream melting
remembering her touch.
the little gifts from above. rainy highways
state to state
reading of liscense plates as I pass
country to co... Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 09:33:00 GMT |
my heart is hurting |
"Taunts of a midnight summers dream"
Taunts of midnight summers dreams.
hot sticky sand.
smells of salty water mixed with sweat and bubble gum perfume.
we carved our names in the boardwalk of our drea... Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 19:09:00 GMT |
if I can take it today |
"Present seems like the past"
It is almost noon...
and Im tired...
of what?
being true...
my favorite color today is blue
and it rimes with the moon..
if one thing could change for the better..th... Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 09:30:00 GMT |