Did the spring air smell so sweet,
Or the world looked so bright?
No, not until I met you.
Have I ever felt so good,
And my mind felt so clear?
No, not until you asked me out,
Can I see the future,
And does it look good?
Yes, your eyes tell it plainly.
?And if I were to touch you,
Would my emotions spin out of control?
Definitely, for I know it would be so.
All my questions have been answered,
When I met you,
Before, my life looked bleak,
And every day I felt blue.
But you came in and gave it a new hue.
your eyes, your touch, and your smile
Cause my heart to jump a mile.
Though we haven’t had a date,
I can see you like me in your face.
I know my life would have ended without you.
I love you.
Tags: Love
A warmth flows over me as I
Look at your sleeping face
You look so calm, so happy
I am happy too
Happy that you love me and cherish me,
as I have always dreamed
And I smile
Life is so perfect in this moment
Just beyond the dawn of a new day,
the world awakening below
I kiss you,
sweetly for I know you feel the love in your sleep.
Sweet sleep, after an explosive night
And I smile
You are so wonderful to me.
Tags: Happiness, Love
Before I met you
My life was in shambles
I survived on my dreams
And traveled a rocky road
In one instant
I was taken away with
A stolen kiss
From then on I have
Lived my life for you
All my dreams have come true
My way is now clear
You will wait for me
My life has power
Beyond words
It calls to my deepest thoughts
Spanning all crevasses
My words claim all my feelings
Down on paper, on screen, or ear
They float to you with truth
Before I met you
There was no me
Now forever we will always be
Two of us. you and me
Tags: Love
It’s not just eating right
and exercising more,
It is a complete mental change.
While my body struggles,
My mind screams;
A fight with the bathroom scale.
A will to improve:
Make my life better,
longer and more fulfilling.
Diet is a four-letter word,
Hissed and whispered and screamed,
a temporary change made permanent
No longer a diet
it is a life, my life,
to always be concious and aware.
That eating isn’t a drug,
it’s survival
and i am learning how to live.
One day at a time,
Hour by hour I succeed.
My heart joyful, my body less heavy,
Watch out, stay aware,
Soon you will see:
New, leaner, healthier… me.
Tags: Diet
The time has come
to step forward.
Once more to progress;
to morph into more,
perfection now closer
as ambitions soar.
Life never stagnates;
still for all time,
more changes and shifts,
fluctuations and flows.
Anticipate goodness–
but prepare for blows.
Cosmos ever-expanding,
Life swiftly marching,
We change, accept, know.
When the time has come
to move once again,
we step anew; to become.
Tags: Life, Time
Dedicated to those lost July 7th, 2005 in the London Underground Bombings
There’s a child in London
who still doesn’t know,
what happened to his daddy,
and why life has slowed.
There’s a child in London
now laying in a bed,
attached to tubes and monitors,
bandages covering their head.
There’s a child in London
no one will ever meet.
Mommy took the tube;
life ended; incomplete.
There’s a child in London
inconsolablewith tears,
As they learn of the terror,
The child finds comfort in prayers.
There’s a child in London
who will never be the same,
and as they grow up,
they’ll learn who to blame.
Tags: 2005, July 7, London Bombing, Memorial
Soft as an easy chair,
Warm as a summer’s day,
New love is so cliche,
Where roses choke the air.
A drumming heart knows
how fresh love is savored
and special moments favored;
How quickly new love grows.
Dreams of decadence and lace,
Enamored kisses and stolen smiles,
Completely ignoring daily trials
Sworn no other love could replace.
New, each an every time,
Even in re polished love,
Mirrored in the sky above;
Taste new love in a rhyme.
Tags: Love, Rhyme
A tender red rose lay bleeding;
Painfully torn from lover’s hands.
It’s delicate life force pleading,
and yet, no one heeds its demands.
Red rose turned to saddened blue
as it shrivels up forgotten.
Sharp thorns harden in one’s view
as the red rose lay; rotten.
Sweet death becomes a rose
and pictures morbid curiosity.
The color bold once, now goes;
Faded then darkened ferociously.
Black rose of sacred night
When love lay vividly dying
Was reborn from true love light
And fed on happiness crying.
Still beauty clings to the rose
In all of silence; muddy glory;
Only the heart of the lover knows
the true passion turned black story.
Tags: Metaphor, Rhyme, Rose
Three candles, sit before me
Made of purest wax
Each a time of my life
The first candle when looked upon
Is imperfect, blackened
Dusty, wick removed
Extinguished too soon
A sad time of my life
Past
The second candle
Burning, flickering
Ribbons of melted wax
Pour down the sides
Wick too short to sustain a strong flame
Present
Third candle
New, brightest blue
Rests
Unlit
Waiting for a wick
Future
Each wick is love
The flame, hope
What love shall fuel the flame of my future?
Certainly not the past
For that love left and cooled the wax abruptly.
Definitely not the present
For it struggles to find that small amount of fuel to survive
I search for the flame of the future
So that my candle does not burn out
I hold the wick in my hand
Waiting for someone to offer a flame
Till then I shelter this wick
Protect it with my heart
One day it will light my future
Tags: Needs, Visual
Red,like muddy passion;
Day old desires
and reused heartbeats.
Brick walled memories;
Tarnished beliefs
and congealed defeats.
Smothered crushes
with lost kisses
and burnt red blushes.
Red knuckled anger
like bricked fury;
halted irrationality.
Brick red thoughts,
Those marred suicides;
haunting innocence–lost.
Bloodmarks, birthscars,
everyday annoyances
Generating uniqueness.
Sentimentality aged
Like deja vu nostalgia;
relived fairy tales.
Painful happiness
where love and lost
blend prickled daydreams.
All brick red
With the signs of age;
churned firelight.
Tags: Colors