dusk's               slowly          approaching         the           world
slowly              fading           is                           day’s        light
approaching    is                  men’s                    rest           dutily
the                    day’s            rest              ­         finally        moved
world               light            dutily                    moved       around

I will not stand at your grave
holding to a thought
constantly thinking it would leave me and escape.
I cried when time stripped from me the memory of your face.
I became tired of waiting
and like, when we were children, I slammed doors and bought blue to my face.
You starved me of my sleep, but now you starved me with your silence
when once it was your words
Now your infuriating chatter is all I long for
and yet you starve me still.
How can you take from me myself and you?
I will not stand at your grave
I will not look sad, I can not
I am no longer me.
And how dare you shield your face from me?
How, after so much thought
you starve me still, and then
you appear to me, as clear as my own face is now
You come and laugh,
A cruel trick; and yet when you stand there
That boyish smile
(How I envied your good looks)
Why do you never speak?
To have your words taken from me
I should shout
But you’ve taken my words too
and left me with this world
this unwanted time
I will not stand at your grave.
You shall stand at mine.

Three days, four nights, he’s never known
Could be as rare as what she’s shown
And upon a whim his love has grown
So that he’ll never be alone

He thanks the Gods for perfect days
And their pardon of his ways
For on his knees each night he prays
And holds his breath for what she says

Each day he waits for bells to ring
And strains to hear the angels sing
Within her arms he takes to wing
For when she’s near he feels a king

Through the door and with the key
In love like that you want to be
So hear the words and you will see
That, my dear, it’s you and me

Oh, what a simple pleasure
To be able to make love to you
To bathe in the beauty of your eyes
To be one with you

The miles that spread between us
Seem an insurmountable wall
But that wall will crumble
I shall hold you in my arms at last

I shall fall asleep beside you
Knowing fully that when I wake
It shall be that sweet fragrant scent
Of your essence that I shall wake to

So to you I say, my sweet angel
That wherever life shall lead
I shall love you with each and every breath
For as long as you will let me

I watch helpless as you walk
away, torn between the desire
to fight until the bitter end
and an urge to give in to despair.

It’s hard to imagine that never
again will a poem be written
for you by my hand, nor
a song be sung by my lips.

We will never again walk through
the park, hand in hand.  I will never
again twirl you in my arms in the
middle of the mall while you laugh
in embarrassment and happiness.

I will never stare up at you with my puppy-
dog eyes nor will you ever again see my
face light up in a smile.  My laughter will
have disappeared forever from your ears.

Never again will my strong arms
make you feel safe and secure.
Never will you feel my tender touch.
Never again will your lips feel my loving kiss.

You will never feel our hearts
beat as one while we release
our pleasure simultaneously.

Never again will you see the
adoration in my eyes while
we make love.  You’ll never
again hear me say I love you.

This was a choice I never believed
you would make.  So, never again
will I be a fool.  Never again will
I love.  Never again will I trust.

Never again will I be
anything but
damaged goods.  

Never again.

A pen and paper and all the time in the world
A head filled with a million words, but none that work
I sit there struggling to put pen to paper
I know what I want to write, but I can't
I can't find the right words in my library of words
Nothing is right

I used to be an innocent laughing child
Now I laugh at laughing children.
What happened to me?

I used to be a bird flying high
Now I am the hunter who shoots them down.
What happened to me?

I used to be a sleeping baby, with not a care in the world
Now I am a juvenile with a dark look at life.
What happened to me?

I used to be so happy, nothing could bring me down
Now I feel depressed, life isn't fair.
I might as well die.
What happened to me?

What we do to the world isn't fair
With every car we hurt the air
With all this pollution it seems that we don't care
Problems are caused including changes in the weather
If we don't work together
To stop this world from dying
Who know what will occur
We might change from what we were
To something that has fur