Friday, February 20, 2009

My Girl

Once again left without my girl
A longing deep inside leaving its mark
A wayof understanding how we could stay so far apart
I wish I knew what lies within her heart
I want my girl to want me more
Someone to embrace who will hold me right
Holding each other tight can feel so right
Playing with my heart, my friend thats a girl
Wishing we could be so much more
I cant tell if my girl is leaving a mark
I havent penetrated the wall to her heart
Holding her close, then drifting apart
Changes, Indifference, Wants, lead us apart
Not sure if staying together feels so right
Why does our mind have such a profound effect upon our heart
Having no idea what to do with my girl
I was so sure now I've lost my mark
She doesn't understand that I want more
Not sure if i can take any more
without her, not sure i'll fall apart
Her time with me has'nt left it's mark
Distance feels so wrong but seems all right
Deciding on my situation with my girl
We're together but not in my heart
Someone to be a part of my heart
Too afraid of hurt to become much more
More to me than just a girl
The distance makes me wonder if we're already apart
Confused, not sure whats right
How to know she left a mark
I'm alone with a map without a mark
No way to find whats truly in my heart
I want her love but it never ends right
I can't endure this distance any more
We're together now but may soon fall apart
I want more than a girl
I hope I'm right, Forever or Never more
Not sure If I've left a mark upon her heart
Staying apart or with my girl

Friday, February 13, 2009

Sensuous Poem


Calling All Senses
The very essence of this one man show
And the wild thing of his mermaid’s chest
An inferno of lust and silver ice
Peaks the horizon of tangerine joy
In motion, one motion
Fusion to form a single heartbeat
Dark lights, cool water, a flash of fuchsia
Make forever memorable that Ferrari black night
Contradiction of darkness and the luminous moon
A night Romeo and Juliet could not deny
The impossibility of recovering that red velvet sterling silver rose
Yet always ascher through this chapel of love
Patrick Rickert