A beautiful day
People buzzing as they say
"The bride! She's here"
I take a sit down and catch my breath
This may just be my most memorable day yet
but still , I'm sad
because I'm not the one who gets to hold your hand
As I start to sing and play
"It's her hair and her eyes today, that just simply take ma away..."
It's her favorite song
I'm the pianist on her wedding day
Tragic you may think
but she came up to me so suddenly
and said "run away with me"
next thing I knew
You are now here with me
and I am with you

never was or in between almost
and here on paths of worn leather
and jeans left in the corners standing
almost on their own
with bass drums from hell and guitars from heaven
lightning away
we went to together a dream
a wondered place of blacklight and innocence we
really never had or tasted sweet like
in a rush to maturity
we ran on all fours
drooling about doors and
Zeppelin and emerged
kind of.
Ten Years After.

I wish I could tell you all the things that make me small and cloud my vision with too much dark. I long to tear the words from my throat, to cast light onto the syllables that cause my heart to flounder.


I have cried a million tears since the day of my passing, none of which have begun to erode the stone in which my fears are set. They are chiseled too deeply into the lonely tomb that holds my sometime smile.


I wish I could tell you of all the things that make me small, I wish I could share my darkest dreaming and not fear the cloud of judgement that will settle upon your brow as it steals my breath and breaks my heart.


I can only love you and hope that it's enough.

As I walked in the door
I saw a rose on the floor

A note at my feet
That said follow me

Peddle by peddle I found on the floor
A trail I would follow to the one I ador

The sent of her love
I picked up in the air

I walked passed a mirror
That said I love you in lipstick

My heart then started pounding
Full of love

I have to find my women
Is all I know

She loves these little games
It arouses me so

She's hiding somewhere
And I want her so

She tries to hide
But her  breathing is so hard

My passion goes wild
Because I love this girl

She can't hold it in
Nor either can I

We make love all night
Like the stars in the sky

seemed like a live concert in my trailer park
"Hey Jude" rattled every thin window here.

Blue lights flickered, as all my neighbors called 911,
I was overpowered with emotion,

No one could hide as I next played, on my Christmas present
( 10000 watt amplifier made by JVC)

"Let it Be" and heard na na na and sacred chords loud
through Bose's best.

I almost heard the cop when he yelled, but did not hear any thing, after he tasered  me, except for all my neighbors cheering keeping time with sirens and Na na na.

I heard in handcuffs and spasms, "My Guitar gently weeping"

In French,
you don't actually say
I miss you
you say
you are missing from me
- you are essential to my being.
you are like an *****, a limb, my bloodstream.
I cannot be without you.


how incredibly poetic.

I miss your thumb gently brushing my breast
Soft gentle strokes
Making goosebumps rise and prickle my body,
My spine curl with shivers.
I miss breathing in air as you whispered
"Anything. Anything to feel your heartbeat
On my hands."

When you think of me
you picture a woman with arms full of
every kind of rope you can imagine.
Thick rope braided with sisal, polypropylene,
heavy steel, and other metal alloys.
Skinny rope made of nylon—the slippery kind
made to slink through the nooks and crannies.

You picture my fingers to be capable of
perfecting knots of every kind,
stubby and restless as they are.
You picture me in cowgirl boots,
a Stetson tipped, shadowing my gaze,
crafting professional lassos,
swinging them high and proud, and
looking you directly in the eye.

But it was never my intention
to tie you down.
To be free is a treacherous privilege,
one I always thought you deserved.

So, I want you to picture me
not with rope, but instead
with a  breathtaking pair of strong wings,
delicately coated in the softest ivory feathers.
I want you to watch as I stretch them out
and take off gracefully from the pavement.
And when I scoop you up in my ropeless arms,
we’ll careen, smooth and effortless,
through purple and orange evening skies.

Think of the wings next time, please,
because I only ever wanted
to help you fly.

her eyes were blond
a breast of Valentines
awestruck, we was by
*** that stuck out into yesterday and a face that
would make you     kiss her dad,
a friend of mine, stuck an elbow
into my rib and said, she's lookin'
at you. I knew she was.
But, was it because i was droolin'