A Reunion Of Sorts........

Thrown Back
up against the wall
When I am
In the middle of you
I keep replaying
the image
of
it all

Watching cars go
by on the
wet asphalt

I displayed
in my mind

What
was to entail
was it to be of no avail

Or was it
a lesson
to be taught

Awkward
words
with a jittering jaw

In a night of
glistening moonlight
in a town
once forgotten

There is not
a written law

To say this kiss

was forbidden

but welcomed

warmly

Foot Notes...........

I go to a place when
I want to dream,
Alone

Still

I may have company,

In this lonely dream
In this lonely dream
In this lonely dream

Alone

Still

I will resume

In this lonely dream
In this lonely dream
In this lonely dream

To have company
would be soon

Alone

Still

In this Dream
In this Dream
In this Dream

Placed upon the shelf
haphazzardly
Only to be taken
down when
remembered

In this lonley dream
In this lonley dream
In this lonley dream

I will resume
to be here

Still

Alone

But not without contentment
or with regret.

In this dream
In this dream
In this dream

Still

Alone

A dolphin on one side
A daisey on the other

In this dream
In this dream
In this dream

Still

Alone

Like liars in the myst
we all remain

In this dream
In this dream
In this dream

Still

Alone............

Blood stained hands!

When the night
falls into the day

I will not have blood
on my hands

From all
the war that
rages deep within

I will not have blood
on my hands

Will they
judge me?
I hope and pray

Inside me
lies
the truest of sin

I will not have blood on
my pretty little
hands

I will not have blood
on these
pretty little hands

Seconds overlap
into minutes
emotions captured by
the timeless steps

I will not have blood
on theese
pretty little hands

No Blood
will remain

Toe dancing

I used to dance late at night
with hippies and Joe's

We danced in the morning
but mostly at noon..

We danced all night
sometimes all day,
but mostly with our toe's

Fancy things didn't
occupy our minds

Naked souls twirling about
the music just took us away

We danced in the morning
We danced at night,

We danced till the morning
brought us light.

The Fog!

The Fog

The fog covers the lights
so gently at the end of the night

It covers the sins committed
in the darkened sky

The deep glow
of the white vapor

It escapes without a sound

Oh how the night makes
a soul cry......

Oh how it makes a soul
cry.....

Yet so vaguely
belligerently naked,
but dotted with the gleam of
all the stars.

Oh, how it makes a soul cry

Preoccupation with my Past

My Preoccupation with my Past!!

It is all in the past they say
to me, as if they really know.

They don't know.
Nor do they really care.

I imagine in my dreams what the
future may behold.

True it is a possibility
that my mind wanders
into oblivion.

I run and chase away
the dreams
that dreamers dream.

Past lives and past loves turned sour.

Past is the past.

Broken hearts.....

Torn pictures......

Unmailed letters.....

Old Dog Tags......

My preoccupation with my past.