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Broken mirror

A round trip ticket across eternity emotional baggage held within.
Images of the mind scattered upon paisley dreams.
Past memories hijack reality, while echoing silent regrets.
A puzzle of broken promises cast a reflection from within the heart.

Life becomes a broken mirror sunset memories on the shores of your heart.


A destruction of virtue a marry go round of failed conclusions.
Tears of a clown the show of life must go on while building a wall of tears.
Days turn into years, while you loose your self from within self appointed obsessions.
Emancipation of the heart falls on death ears of the soul solitude

Life becomes a broken mirror sunset memories on the shores of your heart.


You may never be happy with anyone else if your not happy with yourself.
The emotional scars you fail to see will appear openly upon the soul.
Encrypted messages sail across a seas of glass the window too the soul.
Distant shores of a broken mirror reflect illusions of the past still held within your soul.
Life answers all your questions with only silence

Red-wine love affair

Don't tease my heart with that radiant smile.
Thoughts of you can be heard echoing inside my mind.
Pop bottle silhouette in the doorway of my life.
She stands in-between the silence of each beat of my heart.
A message in a bottle customized by true love.

Red-wine love affair sealed by the prelude of a kiss.

A Universe of memories have become my hearts' point of view.
Emotional expressions reflected upon midnight stars.
A emotional sky of desire like a falling star.
My heart is on a journey falling in love with you.

Red-wine love affair sealed by the prelude of a kiss.

From day to day I wake-up to this daydream of you.
From day to day each moment was created to be with you.
Pop bottle silhouette in the doorway of my life.
Love has become the definition of you & I......

A painted butterfly of solitaire

A glass spider web of memories cascade upon time.
A red wine personality flowing into yesterday.
A side order of expectations within a pocket of spare change.
A broken memory of what has never been staring at today.

A painted butterfly of solitaire.

A corporate paper-doll on the floor of a glass ceiling.
A apocalypse boardroom of fantasies upon broken wings.
A faded rainbow silhouetted across a midnight sky.
A paper bag of laughter on a rainy day.

A painted butterfly of solitaire.


A stone table of broken promises an a waterfall of pills.
A ballerina dancing across the edge of a razor-blade.
A daydream held in the reality of a dream.
A rain drop of destruction abandoned by clouds of thought.

A painted butterfly of solitaire.

A teddy bear named after a false prophet started a war.
A priest that became a rapist of faith an blind innocence.
A empty seven year peace plan leading to sudden destruction.
A world lost in confusion a slave to a false coexistence destiny.
A tree of wisdom upon a glass sea the reflection of time.

A painted butterfly of solitaire.

Exotic innocence

Exotic innocence like gentle snowflakes upon the skin.
A lascivious suave on the mirrors edge of life.
Within the dawn of every yesterday, my heart dreams U.
Yearning for the next phone call if only to hear your voice.

As we slow dance quietly within our tears.

Alluring my every thought into a single thought of you.
Provocative daydreams take flight like a phoenix inside my mind.
Desires begin to rain down with passion caressing tender thoughts.
Whispering waterfalls exhale across this longing heart.

As we slow dance quietly within our tears.

Embracing the minutes yearning each touch into hours.
Love blossoms into the dawn of each kiss.
I’m burning down like a candle from your every touch.
Destiny became a rendezvous measured upon the stars.
Caressing our romantic elation reflected upon each moment.

As we slow dance quietly within our tears

Metallic Thunder


Smiles fade into silence a shadow cast upon the dreams of life.
A mothers' arms fall into the reality of a concrete illusion filled with emptiness this night.
The only peace found today is the thought that today will end for a shattered heart.
Splinting thoughts of anxiety whispered upon echoing emotional winds the shadow of a daydream.
Storms of memories begin with the beginning of each day, and the day ends in tears.

Samantha was only seven when she died at the cross roads of a train track.
Childhood innocence taken by metallic thunder, and flames of grinding steel.
The emptiness of a mothers arms, and a heart filled with eternal memories left standing within its self.
Her mothers tears are witnessed by the wind, while the Lord gently holds her daughter tight.
While the broken mirror of images within a mothers heart stares at the emotional reflectional moments of life.

Childhood innocence taken by metallic thunder, and flames of grinding steel.
A Lullaby of destruction screams out within the silence of a amber September night.
A shrine of innocence a collage of teddy bears an faded flowers left at the cross roads of a railroad track.
A reminder too the world of a child’s innocence lost to the world over time.
Night sweats bright lights and the sounds of metallic thunder still plaque her mothers mind.

A Lullaby of destruction screams out within the silence of a amber September night.
A manmade river of commercial enterprise flowing steadily thru a nation of denial.
Family portrait’s are now distant memories a comfort from the pain of her loss smile.
Samantha’s’ life gave meaning to her mothers life, and her smile was the joy of each day.
What was taken will only be given back after Judgment day a reunion to a glass heart.
Although, that day is always a day away she hides behind the prayers of a ambiguous heart.

Samantha was only seven when she died at the cross roads of a railroad track.
Childhood innocence taken by metallic thunder, and flames of grinding steel.
The emptiness of a mothers arms, and a heart filled by eternal love.
Her mothers tears witnessed by the wind, while the Lord gently holds her daughter tight.
Night sweats bright lights and the sounds of metallic thunder still plaque her mothers mind.
All the while Samantha’s’ tears quietly whisper down upon the rain saying mommy we’ll be together again one day.

4 days of U

You may find me crazily shy.
My heart became like a clock upon a wall.
Trying to find the time and sense too express myself.
Caught within the pages of memories and broken promises.

4 days of U softly capture my attention.
4 days of U a clue of what destiny is able to mention.
4 days of U a serious relationship upon the winds of time.
4 days of U will my heart concede to what it could mean?

Left standing their like an empty glass on a shelve of promises.
Feeling incomplete within myself, still completely willing to share myself.
Yet my insecurities seem to find a way too hide my heart away.
Memories seem to hold you tight all through the night.

4 days of U softly capture my attention.
4 days of U a clue of what destiny is able to mention.
4 days of U a serious relationship upon the winds of time.
4 days of U will my heart concede to what it could mean?

Memories fade upon a rainbow of an emotional day.
My heart seems to take a breath of fresh air.
As I open the windows of my mind hearing my heart smile once again.

FINAL KISS

There silhouettes stand at the door.
Staring deeply into each others eyes.
Thoughts of the night before, and moments of tears.
Feel so much heavier then ever before.
Memories of all the years gone by before there final kiss.

With tenderness & kindness she kisses him goodbye within her soul.

Home sweet home at times are a passing memory from where he is now.
He still hears the distant childish laughter of his children hidden upon the wind.
The memories of her standing in the doorway of his life, he simply can't forget.
As his body begins to shakes from the coldness and his eyes' slowly grow dim.
Within his heart and with his last breath he remembers there final kiss.

With tenderness & kindness she kisses him goodbye within her soul.

The angels gather quietly upon the battle field of life.
The family stands in silence as the bugle floods the air with grief an strife.
Flags are given to his family while she sits their remembering the final kiss.
She's at home now staring at wedding pictures as a widow longing for a moment longer within there final kiss.

Anonymous tears

Sometimes when I hear her tears I cry.
My heart begins to break like the morning dawn.
Teri sits alone like a bird without a song.
Her life is a memory caught out in a storm.
A heart that has become colder then steel.

Heartache like lighting upon anonymous tears.

Emotional baggage on the bottom step of Teris' life.
Dead end streets of arguments and fights.
Tears fall steadily upon the pages of her life.
Emancipation from dictating circumstances.

Heartache like lighting upon anonymous tears

Broken promises enrage her soul into blind regrets.
Waves of memories crash against the cracks of a broken heart.
Time as no patience to wait, but searches for a new day.
Irresistible doubts to a daydream believer of heart ache.

Heartache like lighting upon anonymous tears

Colors Upon The Wind

Red haired off the shelf girl living on the 14th floor of loneliness.
When Irene closed her eyes she could only hear the sounds of a broken heart.
Falling down the stairway to heaven realizing love matured into pain.
Loneliness became Irena's only faithful friend.
Porcelain doll raining from the sky.

She left me blinded by the colors upon the wind.

Stardust memories eclipses the back-roads of my mind.
Hijacked Sargent Pepper personality on a dead end street.
Monday morning tea chased down by Prozac, alcohol, and tears.
Porcelain doll raining from the sky.

She left me blinded by the colors upon the wind.

Irene lost her obsession with life at a open window on the 14th floor.
A jigsaw puzzle life the reflection of a broken mirror on the floor.
Nameless blue life that had a destiny with a concrete sidewalk.
Porcelain doll raining from the sky.

She left me blinded by the colors upon the wind.

Sitting by my window-ceil within a amorous Friday night view.
Suicidal daydreams realized like dice cast out upon the world.
Insanity came like a thief in the night on the edge of a open window.
Irene left me blinded by the colors upon the wind.
Porcelain doll raining from the sky.

She left me blinded by the colors upon the wind

Masqueraded Kiss

Time whispered the possibly of true love.
A life fading to the wind incomplete without your touch.
Cries of a Morning dove echo as a refugee of love.
Soulmate silhouetted by destiny burns within my soul.


I found true love masqueraded within the passion of a kiss


Cotton candy fantasies fade gently into innovations.
Time steps to the side revealing a true love.
Empty nights have become distant memories, and loneliness a bad dream.


I found true love masqueraded within the passion of a kiss


Sweet inamorata softness cascaded within every touch.
Time becomes envious of the eternity found within our love.
The sensuality of romantic fantasies reflected upon satin sheets.


I found true love masqueraded within the passion of a kiss

Tattooed rainbow

Her love is a rainbow across skies of my mind
Tattooed silhouette of unchanging melodies.
Exotic passions colorfully written within desire.
A hopeless romantic chained too the winds of change.

Tattooed rainbow tears of a passionate life.

A ribbon in the sky of an illustrated life.
Porcelain butterflies begin to fall from Italian day dreams.
Textured fantasies narrated by circumstance and self esteem.
A kiss that never learned the meaning of truly saying goodbye.

Tattooed rainbow tears of a passionate life.

Rainbow tattoo emotions written upon destines heart.
A heart of stone sculpted by the hands of time.
The inheritance of destiny left speechless by time.
Tailor made heartache designed by yesterday.

Kiss the moonlight

We walk together within a blanket of midnight darkness
Illuminated by the illusion of the sun at night.
Stars adore your silhoutte while exposing passion held within.
Two souls melt into a pictorial faded scapbook of memories.

Kiss the moonlight

Dim the lights as we burn down like candles.
Exposed by the moonlight and the rising sun.
Midnight stars fade into a soft scarlet dawn.
The condition of the heart is a question asked by true love.

Kiss the moonlight


If I could speak and create a universe I would.
I would lay it at your feet out of love.
Between the midnight silences of my heart.
Each star would become the reflection of passion and desire calling out your name.

Kiss the moonlight

Time itself would become the memory of my love painted upon butterfiles' wings.
Sent through out the world as a definition of our love.
The dreams of every touch slowly cascades upon my heart, mind, and soul.
As eternity gently becomes the expression our love.

Born2Walkalone

Her eyes speak of a dream written upon the wind.
Redwine lips softly flow into eternity while longing for each day.
Soft silky skin encompassing to the touch the memory of a dream.
She's the girl who likes to be kissed in the rain

Still this gentle heart is Born2walkalone.

In the mist of each night loneliness holds her tight.
She dreams of the day when her heart speaks one name.
Until that day tears flow into the night like a silent train.
All the while her heart truly wants to spend the whole night curled up in only his arms...

Still this gentle heart is Born2walkalone.

To be held by more then loneliness is her dream tonight.
Morning walks gently into her room illuminating her heart.
She has waited to be taken by the hand without saying a word
Today was created for the introduction of two soul-mates.
Once she lets you into her heart, there's always a place there with your name on it.


This gentle heart & soul is no longer Born2walkalone.

How Often

How often my heart calls your name.
How often the reflection of love stays the same.
Another day I find myself sitting by the doorway of life.
Contemplating the minutes that seem to multiply within my life.

How often does heartache whisper your name in denial.

How often my heart whispers of the past.
For that special moment that didn't last.
But the echoes of that moment preoccupy my mind.
How often I've said goodbye too the fragmented memories inside
this shattered heart of glass.

How often does heartache whisper your name in denial.

How often do I still find myself a prisoner in the past.
How often do the tears rain down like fire from a vanilla sky.
Slow dance between the tear drops for a past just out of reach.
A ripple equations that never makes sense.

How often does heartache whisper your name in denial.

How often am I the victim of a moment that never passes.
A round trip ticket of heart aches set a drift upon memories.
This is what it sounds like when doves cry.
How often does love mature into pain.

How often does heartache whisper your name in denial.

Mrs. McNeal

Mrs. McNeal sits like a poetic statue on her porch each day.
Always carring a friendly face.
Old cotton dress as timeless as style itself.
Gray hairs of wisdom that speak of days gone by.

Tender old woman so out of place within changing times.

Mrs. McNeal sits like a poetic statue on her porch each day.
She has watched the world slowly change like a moth in a flame.
The drugs, the crime, and deaths each day.
Children dying in the streets while waiting on a change.
Still who would care?


Tender old woman so out of place within changing times.


Mrs. McNeal sits like a peotic statue on her porch each day.
Tender hearted woman waiting for a better change.
Old faded dress that has seen better days.
Still so sad to say, but Mrs. McNeal has been dead for several days.
Still who would care?

Tender old woman so out of place within changing times.

Mrs. McNeal sits like a poetic statue on her porch each day.
Still so sad to say, but Mrs. McNeal has been dead for several days.
There sits her empty chair a testimony of her life.
A virtue of patience waiting for changes that may never come.
Still who would care?

Sunset Rose


Her heart sings a lullaby of apathy.
A masquerade of empty counterfeit memories on the shores of time.
So here's a toast to self centered rebels on the battlefield of love.

The wounded lay from here to eternity on the battlefield of love

Sunset Rose in mist of life, wounded by her own lies.
Sits on the shore of time waiting for love.
Despair in the here an now, sunshine eclipsing a smile.
As the tears flow from a empty heart.

The wounded lay from here to eternity on the battlefield of love

Sunset Rose a social butterfly caught-out in the rain.
Dried out by the flames of heartache and a side order of pain.
Trust without integrity is a unrealistic fantasy within a immature heart.
A angel that lost her wings and fell from her own self imposed esteem.

The wounded lay from here to eternity on the battlefield of love

Sunset Rose a masqueraded of savwafair a vision of apathy blind to herself.
Playing a game of self conquest a Venus of sardonic nakedness.
Trust is a tree in the garden of Eden upon a broken heart.
Friendship becomes the shadow of yesterday lost in the reality of today.

The wounded lay from here to eternity on the battlefield of love

Echoes painted upon the wind

The pendulum swings across my heart.
Cutting to the core of internal circumstance.
Looks like a Cabaret of militant destitute.
Abused, confused, left with the memory of your touch.

Echoes painted upon the winds of circumstance.

Cutting deeper into the abyss of heartache.
Eternity pushed me back into the reality of yesterday.
Passion burning so bright I had to wear shades.
Still the pendulum swings upon a heart of glass.

Echoes painted upon the winds of circumstance.

Institutionalized by a modern church of pain.
Sidewalks of despair leading too depressions front door.
Talk show junkies waiting on anxiety to take another drink.
A bipolar cocktail all the while a pendulum swings.

Echoes painted upon the winds of circumstance.

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