I am full of love, yet empty.
I am smiling, and yet not happy.
I am stagnant, and yet ever moving.

I am of this world, yet alone.
I am the life of the party, and have no home.
I am a warm heart, yet it of stone.

I am discreet, yet too open.

I am who which I am.
I am all that I have ever been.
I am an enigma and a chameleon.

I really don’t know who I am.

On you this is of no reflection
I write this with the greatest of in trepidation

For me the seduction was part of the chase
That moment relived day after day

When I see in you joy that we bring together
I enjoyed, too, our moments of candor

It has been long since I have had reason to be
You certainly stirred reason for that within me

You gave me reason to enjoy each new day
Though there are nights alone wherever I stay

I miss that magic that stirred through the air
Whenever we both knew that the time would be near

Honesty from the start is what we had planned
Such came from the heart as it wrote by the hand

It was too late; I already had made the decline
Deeper in love without even trying

Early, I read into those words that you had written
Far much more than you may have wanted to have given.
Friendship and Post Mortem Depression (Part II)

Early, I read into those words that you had written
Far much more than you may have wanted to have given.
I hope that somehow, the time that we had spent together
Means as much to you, as I will always treasure.
I know that in comparison, I am unable to compete
No matter what can be said, I can never make you complete.
A curse that I have is that I think too often
I twist things around so that the hardness begins to soften.
In the earliest of days of what is discovery
My heart had pounded so without recovery
I felt the anticipation within you as our hearts had collided
However, as of late, I feel that desire has resided.
The passionate kisses had rained on my heart as in an ocean
I struggle to get by on just one as if there was reason for caution.
For the collision of our bodies, we had longed so hard
The flame of those yesterdays seems extinguished and charred.
I don’t know what had changed to make things as they are
I had thought our discovery would have been wide and far
I have a tendency to hold on too strong with a mighty grip
I was able to taste you with that gentle and sweet sip
I hope that in some way I have impacted your life
As for you, you have me, hard – in all that you do like a knife.
Before you grow tired of me in my simple ways
I hope you continue to think of me on some future day.
A friend you were before that fatal day
A friend I am in my devoted and faithful way.
I believe the word friend has much connotation
So vast and so we were sent in different directions
It was up to that word; that all we did we did not hesitate
It was up to that word; that within me all was great
When friendship was introduced in our course of discussion
That seemed to affect all course of action.
I have written words of endearment and those of affection
All those things hold true as they were written
I have written that words are whom I am and make me
In such words I mask those so important deficiencies
I can allure with sweet suggest in prose
I can do far more than simply compose
I can charm through wondrous conversation
With such bring out the very best of a woman
It is through those trials of a relationship
That immediately has some jump from port and from ship to ship.
It wasn’t the moment that friendship was introduced
It really was the moment that we were seduced

Your words are a constant echo in my heart
Your touch I have longed for from the start
Your smile has given me reason for pause
Your drink, we shall share with our straws

Serene Rays once weave a chilling void
Misty shadows chariot the glowing light
Apollo’s charm cloak his dark desire

Quite sometime has come to pass,
Since words have flowed to rhyme.
I started writing as a gas,
Sometimes just to pass the time.

It’s not that the words were long forgotten,
Or were never to be found
The words were always available to me,
But I would hardly be around.

I kept with the power of suggestion,
I still dabble in my own obsession.

I still believe that I am a poet.
Though it is up to me to let you know it.

Like a funnel cloud towering over your head,
Like a funeral march, a prayer for the dead,
I will be back to reign blood over you.

So you intend to cut me, with the sterile edge of a knife.
Or maybe you wish to do something that may end my life.
If you didn’t already know it, I am prepared to die.

If I die as a result of your hand,
I will be more powerful than anything you have ever known.
In life, I will receive pleasure in bringing you unparalleled pain
In death, I will await you, where you will feel pain that will be
Legendary even in hell

So I challenge you, if you doubt me, do it.
Then so begins my reign over you.
You will never feel pleasure again.
Strike me down.

Silence, as I listen for her whisper.
Shhh, as I hear for her wonderful call.
I hear her voice, my heart jumps into euphoria.
Listening to her every word, my mind follows softly-
And in awe, I slip into a new dimension of celestial reality.

Somber summertime silenced
Sobering thoughts of yesterdays fantasies
Sequence secret silhouette
Showering sinister sureality
Scarves scurry secret seals
Stiff skiff sews shallow seas
So soon shall we.

The untamed fields of flowers,
Much like those of the wild gardens of Eden

With its sacred fruits and aphrodisiacs,
Not to be picked likely.

The early morning dew carefully caresses the earth,
Like the gentle touch of a man and a woman.

The full moon passes way to the rays of things to come.