Remembrance of Love

Time became a measure of destiny.
A glass half full or empty.
Preswaded by every kiss I slowly sink into each touch.
Silk hands of passion burn into my deepest desire.
So willing out stay eternity the night kindles into a flame of ecstasies.

Heartache of solitude a portrait of loneliness framed by the remembrance of love.

I awake from my passionate dream only to find emptiness at the end of my reach.
Midnight hours melt slowly into minutes measured by each beat of my heart.
Till morning light relieves inner complaintents of midnight conflicts.
Everyday is a routine of paperwork, bills, and daydreams from 9 to 5.

Heartache of solitude a portrait of loneliness framed by the remembrance of love.

Memories of emotions contemplations of past passion consume each day.
A broken glass of true love stares at a unfulfilled destiny the dissociation from a hearts past contentions.
A heart longing for what was again if only for a moment at the price of tears.
Comfort is given within the ecstasy of dreams for a heart still longing at the lost of true love.

A beautiful Collection

Dance in the Silhouette

So, heartache grabbed you by the throat.
Slowly walking across a million miles upon the fragments of a broken heart.
Sing a song of silence within each tear.
Now what does tomorrow bring a sunrise of shattered dreams.

Dance in the Silhouette

Promises were made upon silk sheets in a candle lit room.
Innocence faithfully believing the lies from a cold soul.
Used oh so used, again heartache speaks your name in laughter, while stabbing you in your back.
Trying to find yourself within yourself, or what is left of yourself.

Dance in the Silhouette

Loneliness becomes a faithful friend.
Red wine flows from arcadic dreams.
Memories begin to cut through your soul like a knife.
A sunrise of shattered dreams leading into uncertainties.

Dance in the Silhouette

Home sweet home is a place of bad memories.
The silence is too deafening as your soul cries.
A rose dying within a emotional desert of life
Time is on the horizon of your broken heart.

Dance in the Silhouette of heartache

My PC crashed last night, and I lost all my data. Luckily I copied my poems up to the site. Otherwise they would have been lost.

Morning Coffee

Morning coffee so hot to the touch.
Morning dove of passion steamy innocence a reflection tailor made with grace.
Paper sack of desire capturing my hearts attention while staring me in my face.
Wakes me up... keeps me up.... an ready for the day.

Morning coffee so hot to the touch.

Exotic in flavor exported from Spain.
Teased by the insatiable touch left by desire.
Dancing the salsa across my taste buds.
Like a kiss of passion from a anonymous lover.

Morning Coffee so hot to the touch.

Hot voracious, gently soft, smooth as silk, and curiously dreamy.
A side order of a creamy personality deliciously sweet.
Romancing my imagination setting my mind afire with a unquenchable flame.
Shes' my morning cup of hot coffee, so sexually passionate in bed.

Paper Smile

She has found herself a true love, or a serious lier.
Time knows for sure, but for now stands in silence.
She melts from each kiss, and even more from every touch.
Love like a flame engulfs each thought as she begins to get lost within herself.

Paper Smile sweet angel of my every thought.

Life is such a journey across ones' own Heart.
Every day brings new meaning, but all the answers are always a day away.
Still each moment is so precious, or are we simply being used by each minute within Time.
Butterflies upon fields of gold under a ruby sky.

Paper Smile sweet angel of my every thought.

She opened her wings as she slowly opened her heart.
I find myself to be a bystander on the sideline of her life.
What does love become if it's never appreciated.
Does love slowly turn into a rainy day, or simply mature into pain?
Still we find ourselves falling in love over & over again.

Paper Smile sweet angel of my every thought.

How far have you truly fallen, and into what consequence.
Will it begin to rain, or shine on into brighter days.
Uncertainty seems always to be certain.
Time sings its' song of silence, and makes us wait.
Patience is always a virtue for those never caught in the rain.
Still my arms are always open to caught my fallen friend.

Paper Smile sweet angel of my every thought.

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Forever September

Lost within the confines of our own solitary minds.
Voices of the pass echo, but we still fail to listen.
As cold as snow upon our distant hearts.
An lack of attention our hearts slowly crack into millions of pieces.
Scattered into ambiguous winds love failed to mention.

Forever September echoes across ones' heart.

A daydream of chance on a trip to reality.
Emotions begin to grow into fantasies.
Heartache still sings it's favorite melody a retrospect daydream.
Still love takes a eternal journey upon ones' own heart.
A stranger in the mist of the midnight hour of loneliness.

Forever September echoes across ones' heart.

Out of the darkness of confusion and despair.
Love is renewed about ones self takes flight into the air.
A mirrors reflection looking inside ourselves a light upon the past.
A new view of life compassionately speaks within a heart so clear at last.
You can walk a million miles away from yourself, inside yourself, but in the
end you will always end up with yourself.


Forever September echoes across ones' heart.




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Deja Vu my love....

I felt destiny in our first kiss.
Deja Vu is felt within the passion of every touch.
Our story is spelled out upon the pages of time.
Turn the page of my life, and love is found.

Deja Vu my love

A love affair spelled out across midnight stars.
Our relationship started at the end of hello.
Each day brings us closer to what we were meant to be.
Apart of each other defined by love & tenderness.

Deja Vu my love

Realistic fantasies painted upon dreams.
Touch the face of eternity within each tear.
The pieces of life's puzzle fall gently into place.
Every smile becomes the expression of how true love feels day to day.

Deja Vu my love

A river of desire flowing steadily from within my heart.
Swept off my feet by the currents of life drifting into love.
Moments of tenderness that never leave me alone.
Caressing my hand makes my heart feel at home.

Deja Vu my love

Every kiss leaves me speechless, and in love.
A moment without you leaves me lying naked on a floor of denial.
A exotic pop-life teardrop exploited by loneliness kissed by the wind.
Forever is exposed by each moment written upon time.



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Tears... fell like the rain.

Like a candle set afire.
Our love began to grow.
After the flames grew higher and higher.
We loss track of our love.

Tears... fell like the rain.

Our love left me speechless.
And there's nothing left to say.
Now that silence stands between us.
An it's getting stronger with each and every passing day.

Tears... fell like the rain.

Life it seems is a journey across ones own heart.
We were two days next to each other.
Not even time could break us apart.
Heartache came into the picture, and abruptively had its way.
Our sunny glass day drifted into a storm of heartache an pain.
True Love is now a paisley memory faded by the emptiness of each day.


Tears... fell like the rain.

I'm now searching for myself within the fragments of a broken heart.
A casualty laying helpless on this battle field of love.
Forever is a distant thought of pleasure that I quietly dream of.
Reality is now the measure of heartache, my heart cries from...

Tears... fell like the rain.

A word for a word
A kiss for a tear
The beginning for the end.

Situations often lie.
The truth sometimes is very hard to find.
Girl leave the past behind.
An get on with your life.




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Very nice collection

These are the lyrics of a slow song....




Slow burning tears

It's late in the evening of my life.
Wise enough not to think twice.
Caught in the mist of self sacrifice.
Either move on without a doubt.

Slow burning tears.

Of indecision...
Regrets and fears lead too depression.
Saying goodbye while lost in the passion of each kiss.
My heart says no, but my mind says this is it.

Slow burning tears.

Of indecision...
So willing to stay in the mist of blind regressions.
Willing to go, but please just don't mention.
The thought of love, leads to internal conflictions.

Slow burning tears.

Of indecision...
Forever and a day at the edge of my heart.
Eternal love from the very start.
Consumed by the drops of every tear.
It plain our love started at the.... end.



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Senseless love

Under the wings of angels my heart cries.
Trying to move forward in the mist of a backwards world.
Emotions as blue as a clear summer sky.
The past holds hands with the present an slow dances with life.

Senseless love a strawberry field of romance.

Silver roses reflect ambiguous day dreams.
In the mist of each heartbeat a memory falls from grace.
Time stands in denial while trying to defend it's involvement with the present.
Champagne kisses whispering gently my way, but her heart never looks my way.

Senseless love a strawberry field of romance.

Paper moon personality sets my mind ablaze upon a evening sky.
A glass spider web set a drift upon destiny.
Careless whispers echoing across these footprints upon my heart.
Time becomes a prisoner of love held captive by the potential of a new day within a

Senseless love.





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Still adding to the collection....

Unforgiven skies

They say hell has no fury like a woman's scorn.
The kind that make your heart skip a beat, but stop on a dime.
The promises of forever lost with every tear.
Reality speaks, but love no longer cares.

A dream of forever Under unforgiven skies

Two ships that pass in the night of domestic life.
Relationships hung out like amicable laundry in the wind.
Memories of kissing the bride fade into kissing your life good bye.
Reality speaks, but love no longer cares

A dream of forever Under unforgiven skies

Cinderella fantasies fade upon the horizon of life.
Emotions began to blow like wind through a fence.
The cheating the lies infidelity becomes the witch raising it's ugly head.
Reality speaks, but love no longer cares.

A dream of forever Under unforgiven skies

A plastic courtroom plays out a malicious drama of life.
The real life fairytale ended so many years ago.
The kingdom is divided by a systematic inquisition.
Reality speaks, but love no longer cares.

A dream of forever Under unforgiven skies


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You put so much detail of your past and each person you write about, it is absolutely fascinating, good stuff, really, fantastic, you remind me of a friend of mine, Mike Carson, I bought his poetry book recently called, Higher or Lower, it is an excellent poetry book, you write somewhat like him, but you have a specific style to your work, I see that rhythm you have there, it is wonderful. Are you published, if not you should be published someday, you should try to get published somewhere like publish america, I hear they are good. smiles

Most of these poems & songs just write themselves out... It's been mentioned I should think about publishing the work. Thank you for the compliments all received & appreciated in a humble way...

Your welcome and I mean every word, you should be published. I would know, I have been writing for 23 years now, since I was a child, all I wanted to be was a writer and artist, I have been published a little bit since I decided that, giggles

This empty bed screams at me each night


This empty bed screams at me each night.
The life I miss is my own reflection upon a sea of regrets.
Some times my heart losses its dignity, and cries.
The cold touch of each night holds me to close, and obsessively tight.

This empty bed screams at me each night.

The passion of each kiss is more then I can forget.
Yesterdays arguments now argue with the loneliness of today.
Pour another drink of temporary comfort to take the edge off of heartache.
The truth of the moment rains down tears of understanding.

This empty bed screams at me each night.

Eternity is reflected upon the tears of yesterday.
Tomorrow holds the empty promises of today.
True love stabs you so gently in the heart, and the emotions flow.
Flowing into the promise of today, but today is a illusion of tomorrows broken dreams.




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Your Small Tears Destroy Me


I remember each joy filled smile.
The memory of all the hugs & kisses get me through the day.
When I approach the door, and regret saying goodbye.
You look upon me with those soft innocent eyes.

Your small tears destroy me from within the depths of my heart & soul.

My little one I love you more then I'm able to express.
Every step is filled with regrets that I must make towards the emptiness of that front door.
I slowly march on like a emotional soldier about to be shot within.

Your small tears destroy me from within the depths of my heart & soul.

My little one I so truly adore you.
More then words could ever say, or express.
Out of love I would speak and create a world for you every day.
The thought of even a moment without you tears my heart away.
That moment in time when I must say until.
Takes my breath away...

Your small tears destroy me from within the depths of my heart & soul.

So today, like many others I call in sick & stay home.



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Candy Apple City


Elusive dreams in the mist of a blind mans perspective.
Ambiguous consciousness and a penny for thoughts, that lead to nothing.
Fortitude persuasions all the while capturing sand in his hands.
Masquerades of emotions and a side order of illusions are the games people play.

Candy Apple City of Stone on the horizon.

The pendulum of destiny swings, and cuts your life into pieces.
A gambit set a fire by the tears shred by the Crucifixion of innocence.
Fallen angels raise their chains from the pit of hell while looking back on the dance they use to share with life.
All the while life goes on & on.....never looking back.

Candy Apple City of Stone on the horizon.

The foul still sits on the hill each day as the world goes around searching for itself.
A blind mans perspective in the mist of a vanilla dream.
Blowing kisses in wind while standing within the mist of a storm.
The shadow of schizophrenia walks within the blind mans perspective day after day.

Candy Apple City of Stone on the horizon.




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