I’m thankful for our encounter
and smooth seas
dont make good sailors,
you were a near death experience
and nothing more,
you were always a story
that was written in sand on shore
and the tide that washed you away
also dusted off my spine.

life is a gambling, challenging place
it all gets done at your very own pace
you can glide and go quietly smooth
but there are pitfalls and much to loose
stick it, turn it , make a jumble and mess
what may come out is much more... not less
talk tough,  move easy with style and grace
people will know and respect your place

with passion and purpose things get in disarray
adversaries ready to proclaim touché
battles so fervent, plentiful and terse
around the next corner what's is coming worse
like the crystal skies that usher past a storm
all is made calm and will return to norm
stay focused on how to get it all done
because you'll always be doing it while on the run

I can only dream of the soul
Which lives beneath your cream white skin
I know that behind your sapphire encrusted eyes
Is a heart dipped in the bliss of nature
Pumping the rhythm of a starry night
While the Northern Lights dance within your pupils

Please, fill me with your night time splendour
Fill me with the divinity which fills your soul
With a single kiss, you can turn my whirling storm
Into the gentle swells of a twilight's glimmer

For a kiss with you
Would be a taste of midnight bliss

Don't let them question you,
But always keep them wondering.

"Home is where the heart is."

My heart has been on vacation,
got lost at the station,
missed it's connecting flight,
has come down with a plight.

It's missed the school bus,
forgotten how to trust,
spilled coffee in its lap,
fallen into a trap.

It's still playing dress up,
afraid still to mess up,
losing its car keys,
crying after a tease.

If home is where the heart is,
a place where a warm hearth is,
then mine has missed the boat
for I'm still just out afloat...

Tonight
I turned
a corner

the  understanding
listeners
heard me.

Cj  2016

It starts over every night
You have to warm up to me
Er, I have to warm up to you
Same room
Different days
You're happy
You shut down

It starts over every night
You have to warm up to me
Come back
I don't know you
You're in the same room
You're never really here

It starts over every night
You have to warm up to me
I learn something new
The ice starts to soften

It starts over every night.

The truth will never set you free.
It doesn't even exist-- it's just based on each person's own view of reality.
So instead of the truth I search for love.
It was the only thing that ever made any sense to me.