You told me that you loved me.
The words I want to hear.
You say we’ll be together
Forever and a year.

I’ve given you many chances
More than you deserve.
Running round behind my back,
Where do you get the nerve?

Last night I saw the lipstick,
You thought I wouldn’t see,
So you better pack your bags,
It’s the third time you’re two-timing me.

Your lying and your cheating,
Now I’m gonna be free
You might be dumb but you can count,
It’s the third time you’re two-timing me.

Well it’s one for the money,
And two for the show,
Third time’s a charm,
Now you have to go.

Can’t you just be honest,
I know what I can see,
Putting two and two together,
It’s the third time you’re two-timing me.

Your lying and your cheating,
Now I’m gonna be free
You might be dumb but you can count,
It’s the third time you’re two-timing me.

Teasing from behind
that veil of mystery
Playing with pseudonyms
And toying with my affections.
What’s in a name anyway?
It’s not the person.
I can live with a charade,
My life is a progression of charades,
A series of train cars
One deception following the next
Stopping traffic
A victim of endless inertia.
I play her game, dive into her fiction
She’s a mistress, an object of desire
Hiding from love beneath her bowler hat.
She’s a muse, stirring emotions
Inciting creation.
Constructing a flimsy edifice
To keep the world at bay
A fruitless attempt at solace
And privacy and peace
For her passion is a magnet
Anonymity is ******* by her attraction.
One cannot put a label on truth.

On those gray days when you were a mystery
I fed off the puzzle of our dynamic;
Craving your conundrums
To keep me unsteady.
My nature abhors the predictability of persistent logic
I sink to the depths with plodding reason;
You aroused me with the unspoken absurdity of moment
Scrambled my linear thought.
You were my lightning--
Always guessing your intensity and position.
In the deep quiet of our room
You sat and filled me with wonder
An artist’s soul, never satisfied
Proving anti-matter and testing the boundaries of love.
Why did I find your uncertainty so reassuring?
Letting go as I floated among your clouds.

Your silent steps indent the newly fallen snow,
Thoughts envelope the night world,
Yearnings I can feel, transported on flakes
But reaching my window nonetheless.

Amber light glowing catches your eye,
A couple sharing dinner, warmth
Radiating from a home foreign to you,
You continue in chilly silence ahead.

Turning back you breathe in that harmony,
Saving you from the icy wind;
Oh, but if only you could fly
And share in that scene for a moment.

Turn away, you fool, don’t look here,
Yes, it’s warm, it’s safe from winter’s grip,
But the glass distorts
The joy you long to melt within.

There’s no love here, no peace,
No care, just a meal being shared
In the shadow of a fireplace
Creating heat where none exists.

Keep your thoughts away,
They will freeze amid the icy stares
Piercing vintage wine and
Blood rare steak.

There is death at this table.
Starving for love.  Famished for care
Reason dissolved long ago,
Leaving not a trace or stain.

Go, go, leave your footprints in the snow,
I watch them fade as the night drifts,
It’s so easy to be fooled,
On a cold night.

The opposite of one,
The great minds will explain,
Is not none,
But borders on insane.
And will there be attraction,
Like one finds in love,
Or simply more distraction,
And more of the above?
Seek and find,
Find and seek,
A puzzle in a pretzel,
A dripping from a leak.
When you think you’ve found equation,
And all sums negate,
Hold you breath for deflation,
And be prepared to debate.
I went down that road,
In the forest it did diverge,
I thought my karma flowed,
Until the paths did merge.
A quest for that grail,
May never really end,
But lift anchor and sail,
And hope you find a friend.

She floats with the music
The rhythm carries her in the air
A graceful symmetry of body and motion
Relaxed, relieved, she relishes the touch
Of sound upon her soul

Effortless she glides
above the dance floor of life.
Simply an illusion
Like a glittering gown
Worn to sparkle but defies inspection.

In tango she is released
The Latin beat breaks the bonds
Of plodding history
And love found and lost
Of life’s regrets filed away.

She twirls and poses
Shedding years and tears
A young child sits upon the floor
Shivering, alone, pondering
The future.

She finds comfort here
Enveloped by a firm caress
Grounded to the past
In love with the present
And the art of becoming.

She speaks in the dance
A voiceless conversation
A language of love she understands
He understands
It takes two to tango.

The chairs are neatly arranged
Soft music fills the gaps
Of scattered conversations
That come and go like the people

I take my seat
I’ve been here before
I know the patterns
Repeating on the wallpaper

Across from the window I sit
I like to see the view
Of life on the street
Far from this waiting room

I enjoy the familiar faces
Pleasantries are exchanged
He or she sits, ponders
And leaves through a door

I might read or write
Or shut my eyes and sleep
I awake and different seats
With new faces are taken

The door is large
And freshly painted
As it opens, the light
Spills into this room

And the people come and go
Some days I count them
Some days I ignore
But they pass me by

The room could be cold
A chill cuts me deep
I always bring my sweater
Let’s me pretend I’m warm

I recall the day
The invitation came
“Come with me through the door”
Maybe it was just a song

Maybe it was a friend
Maybe it was a stranger
I gave a wise smile
And looked out the window

Another day dawns in the waiting room
The room fills quickly
As the morning passes
I am there but strangely distant

I move from seat to seat
A cushion is torn
Another is frayed
I wait.