What are you thinking

What are you thinking
What’s on your mind
If I could be you
what would I find

What’s in your heart
What sets you free
If I found your secrets
what would I see

What are you feeling
What’s causing your pain
If I could accept it
would tears fall like rain

What are you doing
What’s your right now
If I was there with you
would you show me how

What am I thinking
What I’ve thought for awhile
If you could be me
would I make you smile



simple passion
my guitar

the gentle curve of her body arouses me
the captivating beauty of her face
is timeless in every fashion
she carries long slender form in one hand
my desire in the other

eager to please she awaits

as i slide into her with my anticipation
a fire which is her passion is kindled
she leaves her emotions at my mercy
and cries in ecstasy as my fingers caress
every inch of her
i know how to please her for she
is no stranger
and has taught me
to become one with her rhythm

it may last minutes
it may last hours
left trembling and laden
in the sweat of our pleasure
our every encounter is cast in memory



little secret
about sweeping things under the carpet so to speak.

hush little secret
one that wishes
we can never be
the tapestry it hides behind
holds tempting beauty
woven in the silken wire
of your tongue
and touch so tender
await single thread
to be ripped and reveal
attempts to conceal and heal
away it blows on wind
of promised tomorrows
but left buried will only surface
again on the path of broken hearts
swept away little secret
waits to find us



when the wind blows
i was trying to build the structure so as to resemble sand thru an hourglass, while complimenting and emphasizing words and statements ...not sure it worked. (the space between every and thing is supposed to be there)

NBC, MSNBC and news services
Updated: 10:32 a.m. ET Sept. 2, 2005
NEW ORLEANS - An explosion jolted residents awake early Friday, illuminating the pre-dawn sky with red and orange flames over the city where corpses rotted along sidewalks and thousands remained stranded — crying for food, water and a way to evacuate.

MSNBC News Services
Updated: 11:33 a.m. ET July 8, 2005
LONDON - Rescue workers inched through dangerous subway tunnels deep under London on Friday to hunt for clues and possibly bodies after bombers killed more than 50 people in rush-hour blasts.

when the wind blows
in an evil
           nursery
                 rhyme
every thing rocks
which way does
        tumble
     tragedy
when the bough
b   r   e   a   k   s
tick...like a...
tock...like a...
     :  broken old
     :            C
     :           L
     :            O
     :          C
     :        K
sheds tears
on the time
of an evil
old rhyme
when the wind blows

rock-a
bye     b a b y



ticking
this was a blast to write and makes me laugh to read...this is your brain on...my brain.

the constant ticking why ask you ask
why what makes it happen does
take overtake it ticks and then
again it stops but not the
wondering and wonder
if it all makes sense or cents to
me or you and are you me and me i
can't stop ticking not the time no
time to stop and listen but i
hear you are not hearing me and
stop to smell the roses who are
smelling me the roses yes the
roses...
who are the roses anyway and
do they know how do they know me
what have they to say about the
ticking




Dr. Seuss Reads My Sorrow
1:30 am
did you know cap'n crunch crunch berries turns the milk blue now.
sad in a funny kind of way
or funny in a sad kind of way

Who would have thought it
who would have knew
that even the cap'n
is in on it too

It seems a grand scheme
a plot one would think
to find my own sadness
in my kitchen sink

Who would have thought it
who would have knew
that even the milk
in my cereal is blue