December 24, 1993

269. The Falsehood Of Dreams

Wretched, vile, cursed dreams,
Oh, how I spite your treacherous world.
You wake me from this dreary sleep,
And whisk me away to an unknown land
Where reality is not what it seems,
Yet all that seems unreal is reality.
How you toy with this fragile heart,
Toss me into a whirlwind of belief
That your twisted visions are real.
How gracefully I danced with her,
Shrouded by a wondrous happiness,
As she and I shared a night in your realm.
What joy it brought to my very soul
To see she and I together once more,
Her return more than pure life itself,
And, after you've given to me
The only things in this life I truly desire,
Led me to believe this joy was mine,
You just reach into the early morn
And pull me from that beauteous sleep.
Softly, quietly, I gave into the morn,
My heart, my soul, afloat in the clouds,
       my re-found love in my arms.
And moments later, as sleep leaves these eyes,
I come to realize that my new life,
The angel I've longed for to return,
Was all just a dream and that here...
Here, in reality's embrace, I am still alone,
Sitting quietly, my eyes red with tears,
Spiting you, you wretched, vile, cursed dreams!!!

December 23, 1993

268. Thoughts



              as you LOOK

                     at LIFE.

ASK yourself

            where it


         NOW ASK yourself --

                Where does the story END?

267. Winter Dreaming Of Spring

A cold evening breeze,
       Slowly dies
              As Spring blooms to life.
She stands in all her glory,
       Prying open the door
              To let soft April showers
                     Into Winter's gloomy world.
Birds return to their nests
       And rear their young,
              Creating a generation anew
                     As young hatchlings come to life.
The bright blue sky
       Pushes the grey clouds away
              As the horizon comes alive
                     With the dreams of the children
                            That watch the new sunrise.
As I forget the cold winter wind,
       I look to Spring's exuberant beauty,
              Longing for all of her life
                     So that I may take her wonders,
                            Her consistent quest for life's splendors
                                   And place them lovingly in your hands...

December 22, 1993

266. As She Walks Away...

Dear frail, salty tear,
That one in my eye,
I can feel you there--
There on the edge of my sight,
Please, I beg, do not fall!
For my heart is too weak
To bear the pain of your fall,
And tears are what she wants to see
When she looks back over her shoulder
As she walks away...

265. In Silent Passing...

How ever were the skies so grey

That never could you see it my way?

These days are no longer mine,

For shattered, my dreams once divine,

Could never return the love I lost,

My heart and soul once again the cost...

December 21, 1993

264. Come Again Into These Arms

Quiet eyes watch you
As you lay asleep at night.
My stare is captured
And this glance cannot move.
I gaze at your beauty,
Your soft, sleeping face,
Trying to stare deep inside
Where your heart lies awake.
"Oh please," I ask with longing words,
"Wake from your sleep my love
So that I can share this world --
And all of its wonders -- with you."
Come again into these arms,
So that you might see once more
The happiest of lives you shall live --
The life I wish you to live with me.

263. Life Without Love: My Love, Rescue Me From The Darkness

The sun falls behind the sea, as I whisper your name.
The power of a dream, lost as the moon shines upon the rising sea.
A dream of love, as it disappears from sight.
For perhaps it was never meant to be,
And I shall never again return to the arms of someone who cares.
Time has passed in the months since a subtle whisper of love
       has echoed through these ears.
       The night has lost its meaning in a world of darkness.
       Save me, my love,
              Save me from this life...
                     This Life Without Love......

262. Life Without Love: what-could-have-been

       My world was in confusion.  I had just lost an embarrassing battle with love.  My heart was in pain, and my life was a sin.  My words left no meaning, and my heart left no feelings.
      Then, I saw joy and happiness one day.  She stood there, talking, not knowing that I even walked upon this world of shame.  I saw happiness in her smile, and beauty in her eyes.  I knew then, as I do now, that I needed her to make my life livable.

       My feelings are lost, and my love is in turmoil.  My heart tells me to never give up, but my mind tells me to forget.  As I held that photograph of her, all I could think of was holding her in my arms, and giving her the love I have built up inside of me.

       How can I ever forget what-could-have-been, when my heart is still wishing that this dream would come true?  If the events of the weeks before hurt so badly, then why do I hope so badly that tomorrow will bring the happiness I see in her.

       Perhaps someday, she will see happiness in me, but until that day all I can do is regret what-could-have-been.

261. Life Without Love: HeartBreak

Words have no meaning in this world of fear.  A flight of distant lightning is all that remains.  The night is dull, and this soul has no meaning here.  With all thoughts of being loved submerged, my only dream is of a life that will bring tranquility and joy.  These words that I write are of no meaning, and little sense.
       For in my world, there is no word for this feeling.  To all, I say there is nothing in your world.  I see nothing there for me, and I see nothing for me here.  From words to love, and love to words there is nothing.  It is another year, and another heartbreak.
       Today will be the same as tomorrow, and everyday.  I will sit here, thinking of her, as she no longer dreams of me.  Will she ever love me again?  Will she ever care the same way?  Will I ever be allowed to love her?
       Open your heart, my dear.
       The life you save may be your own...

260. Life Without Love: The Eve Of Angels


What is it?

The joining of two, made on the Eve Of Angels.

The heart, lost in a realm of happiness,

As our love was joined together on this wondrous, and beautiful night.

The obsession never to be forgotten, in those deep eyes, and that bright smile.

I pass by her, as she looks away.

In my dreams, I pass by her, and she smiles.

I ask nothing more of her, than her true love.

These words are short, but they mean the world to me.

"I love you."

259. Life Without Love: Open My Heart II

I sit here in total darkness, trying to see the words I write.

There is little hope, as I think of what-could-have-been.

The hundreds of "What ifs..." that circle in my head are thoughts of her.

I sit alone, head in my hands, wondering what else I could have done.

Another day, in another way, this is how it's always been.

A heart that pours out love is never allowed to be opened.

No one wished to give it a chance to love.

For happiness is life, and life is love.

Love is what I need from her.

I see her smiling and laughing, as love echoes through my heart.

She is so lovable.

I ask of nothing more than love, yet the question is never answered......

258. Life Without Love: London At Night Without You

A city of lights, on the edge of forever.
A million girls walk its streets.
A city of lights, destine for eternity.
I see only you in this crowd.
A city of lights, when all love is gone.
I am in such turmoil.
A city of lights, with a thousand crimes,
The flame of love for you will only grow.
A city of lights, fallen into the night.
My love for you will always burn.
A city of lights, the fallen mistress.
I am not one to treat you this way.
A city of lights, the neon signs.
A dream of kissing you.
As I stare into the sky,
My only thoughts are of you...
I watch you turn away from me.
If you would only give me a chance,
A chance to show you how much I love you--
If only you'd let me prove it to you...
    I love you...I always will...

December 19, 1993

257. Life Without Love: Last Dream Of Love

       I sit here, watching her as she is so close to me.  Her beauty is as usual, and her eyes are shifting.  My dreams of the future walk before me, with no clue that I even exist.
      I listen to her voice, hear her laughter, as she smiles to a friend.  She looks so beautiful, her figure so perfect, her smile so bright.  I can't help but feel this way as she is so very close, yet so far away.

       I see her looking into my eyes, as I dream of what could be.  My mind is on nothing but her.  I can only picture her essence as she looks away.  Perhaps someday, she will love me, as I love her, yet, I truly know it is an impossibility.

       I've been on this journey for far too long.  She'll never love me, and I could say that I don't care, but I do.  I care, but what's the use when nothing is returned.  It must be over.  My search stops here.  The road has ended, and it's time to sit and wait...sit and wait for the pain to stop, the emptiness to go away.  And sadly, I know, I will sit here for all eternity.

256. Life Without Love: Plain, Quiet Words

There is such a thing...
That gap of emotionless time
Where there is no inspiration.
As I sit to pen about life,
I can say, "The night was cold,"
Yet, there is no feeling, no emotion
In the music anymore,
And the vast, bottomless ocean
Has lost all it's meaning,
But even worse than the fates themselves...
I don't even know why.
It could only be because of someone,
Someone gone, yet never here.
Perhaps this someone is dear to me,
Yet I barely know her.
There is no way out of this game.
You must fight your way in,
And pray you are never let out.
Chances are all you can ask for here,
But what is a chance?
If it is a cry for love in itself,
Why doesn't crying mean more?
Perhaps a chance is a question;
A question of trust and inspiration.
And now that love is gone,
There is no inspiration,
Only plain, quiet words
To help remember the memories...

255. Life Without Love: Before Love Blooms

We sat so quietly in the courtyard,
My eyes on her -- her eyes on nothing.
After what seemed such an eternity,
Our eyes crossed as she turned her head.
A spontaneous glance slipped into a word;
One word turned into many,
And then, the words turned into laughter.
A feeling of lost love, heartbreak,
Such utter depression mutually felt.
The laughter turned into a smile,
The smiles into joyous tears,
Until finally a dance under midday sun.
Dancing softly to not a note of music.
Sense has no meaning here...
This is a game called love,
Sometimes I feel I know not a thing
In this vast, mysterious world.
Can I know so little about her,
And yet, miss not talking to her?
Is that sane?  Are hours really this long?
Why is it I lay awake at night,
Listening to ballad after ballad,
And all I can think of is her?
Perhaps there is no real explanation.
I ask, I ask, I ask, yet I ask again,
But never do I receive a reply.
For life is love, and all love is life,
But is there life without love?
I hold her hand, share her thoughts,
But deep in my soul I know.
She will be gone before nightfall.
Perhaps there is no way,
But why is there lost hope and anticipation?
And why, oh why,
Must she be gone before love blooms?

254. Life Without Love: As I Bid Love Farewell...

The bloodshed was quite horrid;
The twisted hearts lay all around me...
For this was a night to end all days;
This night when hatred and love crossed paths.

A mixture that should have never been,
The joining of two...
Made of the Eve of the Angels' Tears,
All human hearts - saved by zero.

Never will I forget the sight
Of you drifting away in darkness,
As our love was murdered and forgotten
This cruel and spiteful night.

Vivid images will never leave my soul--
A gun, a fire, a knife, a cry,
All made to pierce the forbidden flesh...
The flesh of the heart and the mind.

I watched with teary eye
As the world of love
Was lost on this dreary night;
Lost into utter madness -- gone forever.

My life was torn apart,
Never again a sunrise would I see,
All because of that one night
When you left my side...

And now, here I stand,
Holding the truths of all love;
In one hand--
The soul, The heart, My love, Your love
In the other hand--
Denial, Rejection, Betrayal, Obsession;
       My Obsession Never To Be Forgotten
              In those Deep Eyes And Your Smile.

For this is the story of this life--
Told by few, unheard of my many...
To those who shall be loved,
And those who will, and do, love,
I say this--
Watch thee humble soul, dear wanderer,
For you may lose it, as I have,
To this obsession called love.
Only to find that love is now gone,
Hatred having taken its place.
Hear these words well, my friend.
Hear them well, my lost lover.
Hear them well, love, my one and only obsession.

October 24, 1993

253. Open My Heart

Darkness envelopes my room like a shroud,
My tear-filled eyes straining to see these very words.
Light is virtually absent as I dream of what could have been.
Hundreds upon hundreds of what if’s
Flutter violently through my mind,
Each one a brilliant portrait of you.
Sitting quietly in my own dark abyss,
This new-dawning day is but two hours old,
Yet, it is only another day in another way.
And sadly, this is how it’s always been.
This infinite abyss about my shallow frame
Could hold such beauty in its visage--
A quiet room with a view of all the world--
Yet, on this night, it is empty of life.
This dying heart that swells deep in my soul
Seems to build up such a wondrous love,
But why, oh why, is it that
No matter how beautiful my love is,
Not a soul comes to open my heart?
No one wishes to give it a chance to love!
As this heart that tries to reach out,
                                tries to give so much,
Is torn apart by such a horrid loneliness
Just an instant before it finds a true love,
Tears begin to fall down into the darkness
From eyes that see not a single thing
        in all this world’s many wonders
But the gorgeous beauty in love’s potent desires.
I ask of nothing more than love,
        yet the question is never answered,
Only to leave me wandering a life-time long,
Searching for dreams never to be dreamt...
For if happiness is life,
And life is nothing but pain,
Pain will be conquered only by love,
Leaving me to journey beyond world’s end,
Fighting back the pain and all its tears.......

October 2, 1993

252. Nameless Regret

Through all of these days;
                all of these sleepless nights,
I gaze quietly into the open sky,
Wondering just what it was
That made me want to leave you.
Search as I may for the answer,
I've come to know only one thing--
The angels, pure in beauty, cry
                and they do not know why.
And just as that glorious angel
Weeps across the bright blue sky,
Never will I come to know
What my wretched, cursed heart
Tossed away the wonders of you.

251. Longing For Days Gone By

Take me back to days gone by
When there were no airplanes in the sky
And man's feet were on the ground.
We thought not of who we were,
But how we could better the world.
Shakespeare's eyes gleamed only with his words;
Galileo wanted to teach the world what he knew.
Plato wanted us to sit and reflect,
And Cook set out to show the world his ocean blue.
I marvel at the splendor,
Stare in sheer awe at the thought
Of what it might have been like
To see Shakespeare watching his plays,
To watch Galileo calculate and ponder,
To listen to Plato speak his wonder,
Or to see Cook gaze at new-found lands.
Such beauty, such wonder
The love of arts has shown me
Through this great trek for knowledge
That I've come to quietly wonder
How it is I can take pride in this world
Where literature has become annoying
And knowledge is laughed upon.
For here is today, and there was yesterday,
But all this world of TV, radio, computers and airplanes
Would I give up in the blink of an eye
So that I could see an untouched beach,
Take a ride in a slow, clumsy carriage,
Sit at a Mozart Concierto in a fine-tailored suit,
And ponder how foolish man will become
In the great future I'll never see......

September 30, 1993

250. Fading Colors Of Yesterday's Tomorrows

I can still clearly recall
       The night you gave to me
              This picture I just found
                     Hidden away in a box.
What pride I took in its colors,
       Putting it out for all to see
              So I could show everyone I knew
                     What beauty your eyes did hold.
I'll always remember
       How it felt to hold you,
              Lying quietly in the dark,
                     Whispering soft words of life.
But just as quickly
       As all of this began,
              You stopped coming to see me
                     And soon forgot about our dreams.
Now, my magic, wondrous picture
       Was all but a memory
              Of yesterday's tomorrows
                     That were never meant to be.

249. "Because Of Me..."

I've seen a young girl's tears
That would make the sky fall.
Such pain was in her cries,
Her heart slowly sinking in sorrow.
Yet, of all the tears I've seen,
Even tears from my own eyes,
Never did any hurt me so deep
As the tears I've caused you.
From this day through my life
I will forever have a dark spot
Sitting roughly on my solemn heart,
My regret for causing you pain.
Words could never make up to you
For the childish games I played.
This I know for these words
Have done nothing to stop my sorrow.
My dearest, please forgive me so
For all the wrongs I have done
And know from this day forward
I will never hurt you again.
Promises may be broken,
And lies are easily told,
But as sure as the sun burns,
I can't tell you what hell it's been
Knowing that you, my one true love,
Cried a painful tear
            Because of me.

248. Daydreaming From The Shadows

To try and count the times
       I've watched you smiling,
                                        from afar,
       Would take from now until
  We were both old and grey.
How often I've stood in the shadows
       Far away from your glance,
                                        your eyes,
       Watching your every breath,
  Waiting for your every laugh.
Each day passes on and on,
       And still I haven't found,
                                        haven't seen,
       Any way in which I could say
  All that I've longed to give to you.
Almost every night as I sleep
       Dreams of you fill my mind,
                                        my soul,
       And these dreams we share,
              Hand-in-hand, together we stand.
If only one day my dreams could be
       The reality I've always wanted,
                                        always needed,
       Where you are forever at my side
              And all in the world is just you and me......

247. April's Portrait

Silent portrait looking down from the wall,
Such wondrous beauty piercing through my soul;
Deep into my heart those brilliant eyes call;
Just one glance to you and my dreams she stole:
If only painted canvas came alive,
Visage so real, her frame I long to hold;
That I might begin a love that would thrive;
A romance precious as all the world's gold:
How I curse the cruel fate of these dreams--
What pain is it to know this is not real;
Beauty's reality not what it seems,
Never her warm, gentle touch will I feel:
          Though I search for love, I have come to see
          This is as close as we will ever be...

September 29, 1993

246. Since You Left My Side

During days gone by
       I would look at your love
              And it's beauty would make me cry.
Now such wonder is gone;
       The nights lonely -- empty arms,
              Asking star after star why...
Happy tears have all gone away,
       Tears of sorrow
       (oh, these tears of pain)
              Are all I see day after day.
My eyes have not shed
       Even one joyous tear
              Since you went away.
I've learned how it is
       To lose every smile,
              And watch each sky blue turn to grey.
So tear after tear will fall
       As dreary days pass on and on,
              Dreading each sunset...Dreading each dawn.....

August 29, 1993

245. There Is In Dreams A Lesson To Be Learned

Under quiet, mournful rain,
Here come those mem’ries again.
World could never begin to tell
Of this somber, destitute hell
I live day after horrid day,
Trying to push you away.
So long a time has gone by
Since our love began to die,
That it seems almost years
When last stopped these tears.
Realizing that our love is no more,
Alone, broken-hearted I stand on the shore,
Recalling your beauty with a sigh,
Softly asking myself why.
Oh, how I have tried to find
A way to get you off my mind;
Battle after battle I fight on,
Sleepless night turning into dawn,
Yet, no matter what I may do,
My heart still wanders to find you.
So very few times in this life
Have I given into pain and strife,
But no longer can I fight
To push your eyes out of my sight;
Under stars and moon so bright,
Knowing I will lose this fight,
I fall to my knees, bow my head,
And to the ocean is said,
“No longer can I stand these dreams,
This reality not what it seems!
This fight can I endure no more.
Take my life, leave me dead on the shore.
The pain of death I will endure
As long as I am assured
There will be no more sleepless nights,
No more battles, no more painful fights!”
In return, the ocean sounds not a word,
Even the crashing waves could not be heard.
Suddenly, across the horizon so dim,
A falling star upon the water did skim,
A fiery falsh of glowing light,
As it crashed into the water, out of sight.
The shallow water stirred up the sand,
A wall of water reaching towards me like Satan’s hand.
Standing fast, I awaited the watery wall,
It moved quickly...I moved not at all.
Deep in my heart, sad I would be to go,
Yet, a world of serenity it would be to know
Such painful, deceiving dreams,
Would disappear under sea and moonbeams.
The wall of water grew ever so near,
As I said a faint goodbye to all that was dear.
Just as I made ready my solemn heart
By the powerful ocean to be torn apart,
The immense wave crashed upon the shore,
My glance looking straight at death’s door.
I closed my eyes for what seemed years,
The thundering wave piercing my ears.
I felt the strong ocean wave slap my chest
And hard on the bottom I came to rest.
I longed for the darkness to fill my mind,
The gates of death I’d waited to find,
Yet, as I slowly opened my eyes,
I was staring up at bright blue skies.
A voice began to echo through the air,
As I sat up, my wits only half aware.

“How you long to give up your life,
Yet so little do you know of true strife!
How is it that you feel your pain so true
That you would drown yourself in My ocean blue?!”

I rose with a long, painful sigh
And reached my hand up to the sky,
“These dreams that plague me each night
Hurt my heart, blur my sight!
I only want them to go away
So that I might live free for one day!”

“Your dreams haunt your very life,
And pain they will always cause, sharp as a knife,
For as final as the death you yearn,
There is in dreams, a lesson to learn.”

“Speak no more of dreams,
This reality is never what is seems!
Please, forget your lesson to teach,
And utter happiness allow me to reach!”

“You have wronged a beauty so true,
That happiness will forever elude you.
Today, tomorrow, even ‘til your life’s end
Your heart’s regret never shall mend.
Against your own soul you’ve done the crime,
Always and forever, ‘til the end of time,
For letting go your precious Tiffany.
Wander as you may from here to there,
I bid you, go and travel everywhere,
But never the likes will you see
Of anyone who has her true beauty.”

“Do you think this I do not know!
Are these tears not enough to show?!
Regret is all I feel each and every day,
I’m always and forever trying to run away!
Times I feel I will be all right,
That somehow, I’ll make it through the night,
Yet, in this heart I know
My regret is only to grow and grow.
My hell I have turly found,
My ship of life has run aground!
With her I could be forever strong,
Yet she says loving me again would be so wrong!”

“Then it is true -- your fate you’ve seen;
You’ve let run away your only dream,
And forever pain will you feel when
You ask yourself what could have been.
Farewell, I bid you to live your life,
Without love, without happiness, without wife,
Knowing your one true love
Is out of reach; she’ll be forever above...”

Slowly, I fell down on the sand,
Trying to stop the shaking of my hand.
I tried so hard to stop the tears,
Pushing out my mind the thought of the years
I will wander forever in my sorrow,
Trying to avoid that solemn tomorrow
That will forever be just one more day
In which, with shiv’ring lips I say,
“How I miss your heart by my side,
Your love my ocean’s only tide,
Never this lonesome life did I want to live;
To your heart, my love I long to give...”

These days pass on, forever blue,
And never will I find a love that’s true,
Until you let me back into your life,
The only joy that could stop this endless strife.

August 4, 1993

244. ??????


                                                                      Oh, I DON’T KNOW!
                                                                      GO ASK SOMEONE ELSE
                                                                                     I’m only a POET......

243. Different Shades Of Emptiness

A true poet grows not angry,
Nor does he feel utter happiness;
The emotions of a true Romantic
Seem to forever be
Only different shades of disappointment,
And as a true Romantic poet,
I see, speak, and paint my words
In so many brilliant colors,
Yet deep in my heart,
                                   I know
            They are only different shades of black.

June 24, 1993

242. Ana's Heart (Eyes That Will Never See)

What childish games you play
With the hearts of those who care.
How you swept me up in a whirl
And made me fall in love.
So much I gave up for you,
So much I put at risk.
I remember you telling me
       Time over again and again
How you wouldn't hurt me
Because you cared so so much.
What a fool I was to believe
That you could love another
                        besides yourself...

June 22, 1993

241. Simply...

The words of the poet can run so deep,
Make eyes water with tears,
Make hearts love over hundreds of years,
Yet sometimes I feel my poetics
Mean not a thing to you,
So I offer you a plain, simple phrase
To let you know how I feel...
“If you love me so much,
     Why must you hurt me so bad?”

240. Drowning In Tears

I'm gazing at your picture,
     There where it landed on the floor,
Asking myself so many questions,
     And finding so few answers.
Why does this love seem so enduring?
I see not how it could be
     That you say love is true
     When you leave me for selfish dreams.
Words could say none of how you've hurt me
     Over the past three heart-breaking days,
Yet now that I ask you to save me
     From one more night of loneliness--
     Save me from one more night of pain!!!--
I find myself alone in the dark,
     Struggling to breathe through tears,
     Fighting to keep my heart alive...
The pain you caused me hurt so deep,
     And now that I beg you to save me,
     You seem only to pour buckets of tears
     Into the river that drowns my love...

239. Restless Tears

Of all the things love has taught me,
I think crying is the one I know best.
So oft it seems there's nothing...
       Nothing to do but sit and cry.
Try, try, try again and again
       To make my love happy,
And what should I receive in return?
Well, let's look through these tears.
I'm crying my eyes out,
Lying alone in this cold darkness,
While she just sleeps my pain away...
All night I toss and turn,
Wondering why it is so
That no matter what I may do,
She still finds a way to make me cry...
And when morning comes,
She arises to a day anew,
While I look on the same day, sleepless,
Not two days, but only one enduring pain...
There is much I may not know,
But if love is tears, then I am the expert on love...

May 25, 1993

238. The Boy In The Audience

There you are up on that stage,
Where you’ve always dreamt you’d be.......
The spotlight’s on you,
All eyes at the mercy of your glance,
But I ask you, what greatness
Do you think you truly hold?
You stand on this stage with a boy.......
A boy who has chased you for years,
Singing a love song to each other,
You, the words meaning little,
Only a ticket to the stage,
And to him, the words are the world,
As he awaits the “act” of kissing you in the end.
But let’s now look off the stage
And focus the spotlight on a second boy.......
This boy feels the words of the love song
       Being sung to you;
He hides tears with each little word,
Watching the girl he truly loves
Standing in her spotlight with another.
Such pain it must cause him
To watch a rival for your love
Sing to you whole-heartedly on the stage.
And only to make the story
       Even more bitter than its cold visage
Is the fact that you know
What pain it causes the boy you  “love”
To see you with another,
Yet the stage means more to you
Than the true-to-life love you trample on.......

237. Judgment

Who said you could make the rules?
What power have you been given
To choose what is right for others?
You’ll say your empty words,
Believe you are the God-given right,
But scream heresy when someone judges you.
Little Miss Prissy, you think it’s all yours...
What others do in the wrong,
Is all right in your eyes when you do it;
Well, excuse this humble poet when I say,
“Watch it when you play God, Little Miss Prissy,
For soon your followers will be none,
And alone for all eternity shall you stand,
Fretting over your friends turned enemies,
As they Wait to pass final judgment on you.......”

May 8, 1993

236. The Ocean On A Quiet, Lonely Eve

Rolling waves crashing upon the shore,
What do you try to say?
My words were once kissed by your waves;
    They inspired me to write.
Why have you stopped giving me the words?
    Walk upon your shores,
    Cherish your beauty, do I,
    And all you give to me now is confusion!
I wade into your depths
    To call upon you for inspiration,
    Yet you no longer oblige me!
“I’ve left a love!  Give me words to find another!”
A wave crashes on to the beach, echoing in my ears
    As I hear a whisper...”This I will not do,
    For without your true love, you are nothing.”
    My eyes scan the shore - No one is around.......

May 5, 1993

235. WORDS

                words are NOTHING
                only tumuLtuous sets Of letters,
                     RUNNING oVer page after pagE,
                     making stories and poems - tales...
                          where WORDS were once my LIFE,
                          now, words are NOTHING,
                                                                 without YOU...

February 14, 1993

234. 1-Cent Stamps

Put thirty cents in the machine...
29-Cent Stamp / 1-Cent Stamp
Oh, what is this thing for?
Nothing but to make you pay
Just one more cent to Uncle Sam
Because who could use the money more
Than the government?
But that’s okay,
Because it’s Valentine’s Day,
And I’ve put twenty-nine of those
Awkward little stamps on an envelope
And sent it to you to tell you
That you are the best in the world
And to show you the trouble I would go through
Just to let you know that I Love You.

February 7, 1993

233. "Of Course I Don't Hate You..."

The monsters ate off your face!
Well, at least that’s what happened
       In my dream last night.
There you sat, all cutesy and annoying,
Lost in your sweet little world
Where all is perfect and lovely,
When all of the sudden with an icy stare,
The monsters spotted you.......
They licked their lips, widened their eyes,
Jumped over to you, and ate off your face.
Suddenly, from my dream I awoke with a start,
Thinking how cruel and horrid
Such a thing would be for you,
So I picked up the phone and called you.......
Once I knew you were safe at home,
I called those nasty monsters
       To give them directions to your house.......