I feel something is missing,
Or lost, did I have it in the beginning?
I can't be succeeding, this feeling certainly isn't winning,
And even my grinning must come at a cost,
I've not paid the piper as such, but when he arrives he'll leave and take the lot,
Everything I've got is at stake,
Make no mistake, I take the hate seriously and leave my soul as bait,
But I can't relate to the feeling of calm,
Sweat holds my palm and leads my arm to the hot pool of harm,
This is no yarn I spin only the wheel,
The chain holds my heel keeping the steps from stepping on what's real.
It's time to heal but what is lost I've not found,
My flesh torn by hells hound, the paw pounds upon the ground whilst the deserted town fails to sing.
Am I lost or just missing.

Leaving Minnesota on train or buses,
crowded and alone, were you fearful
to sleep on couches and of the Village
people with a rhapsody of dreams

and cacophony of chords, under rain
and sewer stank was it hard,
to step inside and play
the first time for glistening eyes
and stage lights and to let melody
escape your belly-throat

for them, or did you know
more, that words can sculpt
delicacy as smooth
as Donatello and that life can be bought
without wrinkled greens and pressed

threads? Walking under a hard-rain
of assumption and change, did Greenwich
birth a demon-sadness, so you hid
your neck beneath collars and dark
glasses and smoky rhyme, when the ship

comes in will you be onboard or escape
to Louisiana, misunderstood, working
a river boat after you give Lennon
a puff and Warhol a tight-fist?

Did sad-eyed Sara send you back
leather spanish boots or forget,
and was Christ able to mend that
broken love, and did you later kick his idiot
wind away and in 2009 on stage when I could
see emptiness and heartbreak
hidden underneath your creased stetson,
were you still singing
it ain't me, babe?

The space inbetween
Our ******
And your sleep
Is my favorite
Because I can pretend
That for once
You love me

I can barely remember the contours of your face,
but I memorized the way your hands bend and the way your fingers curl. It's because I can imagine them pressing against my ribs.

Your name comes to me in vague shades of letters, but I remember the tone of your voice.  It's because I can imagine you howl all night,  and if I feel calm enough I can imagine you whisper my name.

I can almost feel the ridges of your throaty laugh rustle against my skin.  I can almost picture the vivacious color of your eyes staring back at me.

I wonder if it is a weakness. I feel all these thoughts filling up my head, constantly multiplying until they spill. The overload only worsens the tightness in my chest.  This is all because in this time and age I can't tell you what I dearly want to say;

I want you.

it crushes my chest

every new moment 

that you aren’t with me

but to push something so delicate

would only cause it to crumble

I want you so badly

it’s almost violent 

but I will lie here and wait

for another chance to reach out

and feel the hair rise on your arm

Every time they kissed she could see
a spark of light in his beautiful blue eyes
a light filled with passion and love
or sometimes filled to the brim with utter gentleness
when he held her safe against his chest
Those wonderfully captivating blue eyes
could also hold troubled images
his sad blue eyes would shimmer with tears
a desperate, sorrowful shine, coating
his beautiful blue eyes
When he held her hand
his eyes spoke of a story of pure gratitude
a thankfulness for this love and
her tiny hands entwined in his
a sparkle of tenderness in
his beautiful blue eyes
As they talked for hours over the phone
His laughter rang loud and clear
like church bells swaying in the wind
and his voice soothing her into a blissful peace
a rich tone which she held so dear to her heart
especially when his voice would sing a magnificent song
she could just imagine his
beautiful blue eyes
reflecting his smile
in a twinkle of joy
His beautiful blue eyes have since turned cold to her
those eyes once for her,
were now not at all
The love they shone
and the sadness they held
even the dark secrets they hid
would never be hers again
Oh beautiful blue eyes.