So Careless

I love you; you don't care at all.
I need you; you don't care at all.
I want you;
you don't
care at all.
I miss you and you don't
care at all.
I love you, I need you, I want you
and you don't care at all
you don't care at all
you don't care at all.

I hunger and I burn for you.
I wet my lips at the mere thought
of you.
Your touch is ecstasy itself;
and you, you don't, you don't care at all.
You don't care at all.

You owned me and my soul and heart.
But you sold me to free yourself.
I lay here and whither without you.
And you, you don't care at all, don't care at all.

My heart sinks into deep despair.
My lungs can no longer breathe in air.
My tears just refuse to stop - and you
you don't care at all, don't
care at all.

This song that I've written for you
and these words that I've sung for you
sound off into the empty night.
And you don't care at all
you don't care at all.

I hug you, but you push away.
My lips just want one last kiss.
I scream out, "Why don't you
love me anymore?"
And you, you don't,
you don't care at all
you don't care at all.

Why don't you care at all?

I wish you would care once more.

Untitled Dream

And the dream comes tumbling down like the rain during a thunderstorm,
the rocks crumbling from the cliff side.
And it dies here with me.

Or is it just sleeping; waiting for the right moment to peak its
head out from the shadows.

No one knows. And my feet must keep walking,
stumbling along this cluttered path.

We stand at a fork in the road, our backs touching. You
determined to set forth away from me.
Perhaps these two seemingly different paths will join up once again.

One can only hope. And dream.

blank page

time and time and time again
hours slowly slipping 'round
slow and fast and slow again
the ticking hands keep moving past
meaningless words trickle from my finger tips
nothing to say. nothing to be.
nothing to feel
today.

walking in this gray smoke cloud.

My one and only.

To you,
my lover and my friend,
You and I are one until the end
Of space and time and all eternity;
We sail across the reaches of the sky
With stars and meteors soaring by
These softly spoken words I send

To you,
my protector and my guide,
You show me worlds that others wish to hide
Behind dark pervasive clouds;
But in those secret places stolen in the night,
love springs forth shining our own internal light
And all my best laid plans I Confide

To you,
my partner and my soulmate,
On this our eleventh Valentine’s date,
I’ll kiss you gently on your lips
And pull the moon down from above
To give to you, my one true love
Because I have been forever joined by fate

To you,
my lover and my friend.

A cool summer's eve

Rage, anguish, and finally self pity.
This is what I have become - what I have chosen to be.
I could force a smile and brush the black cloud off my shoulder;
stomp it into submission, stuff it in a sack, and throw it out to sea, but
it is much easier to let it encircle me. Rest my weary head upon it's shoulder
and let the sadness and anger consume me.
It is all I am
For now.
Until the rain grows tired of my face and finds the next lonely wanderer to drench in its
misery. And then I will be free from this and from me.
The sun will shine again and I will let its warmth engulf me.
But for now
the sun's brightness burns my skin and I hide in the shadows where it is safe
and familiar
and cold.
The sun is not my friend today
but maybe tomorrow . . . maybe tomorrow I will let some light shine in my bleak soul.
For it is all within my grasp, but for now
for now
I choose despair as my companion on this cool summer's eve.

Deep enough to scar yet not deep enough.

Midnight yearnings

My eye lids are attached to cement blocks pulling them closed; all I want is sleep and yet I resist
the urge and valiantly struggle to keep my eyes open.
Lying in bed, I listen to you breathe. Soft musical notes float in the background
and I long to float along with them
wanting them to reach over, pull the covers up to my chin, and sing me softly to sleep
and yet my eyes are still open.
Insomnia - my long lost friend. Where have you been all these sleep-filled nights?
We were so close, but have grown apart. And now you have found me again - wrapped me in your encompassing embrace; you kiss me gently on my cheek.
and all I want is sleep.
And all you want is me.

(Because you are me and I am you). This one's for you,
like all the rest; just for you my love.

Sitting, thinking of you (with arms - outstretched
waiting for you) while words swirl round my head
and heart (to come home to me) trickling; down
to my hand and out: through the ink in my pen (with
a smile on your face) and I. sit here hoping - the
words will sort themselves out into, a fashionable
order with the punctuation in. their places and express
(and a loving embrace) my feelings of love and
adoration. (never letting go of me) to you - but after
every word has arranged itself, will it make sense
will they ? be able to show you how much you mean
(starring into each other's eyes) to me, my love. My
lover. My soul. My soul mate. (knowing what the
other is thinking)

all da way down

Drowning in the darkness of my doubt.
The depth of this dreariness dissolves my dearest dreams and divorces me from my desperations. The devastating, dirty demon death denounces my disposition and delivers me down to the desolating, devouring dampness.
Demur.

Scene through my eyes:

A mirror reflecting everything before it
and here I stand
waiting to be reflected outwards.
A slight shiver ripples across the otherwise smooth glass surface:
a ripple in time; a glance
into another world.
I reach out to tough it, but it slips
from beneath my fingers and dissolves
back into the unblemished glass
leaving no trace.
Did I really see it? Or did I imagine it?
Was it ever actually there?
A ripple of space on my mirror
another universe perhaps.
But now vanished.
I start to walk away, but sneak one last glance
over my shoulder. Perhaps it is shy and has returned now
with my back turned.
But no.
No evidence of that world shows.
Just a plain glass mirror and me.

The Protector (incomplete)

With his night light shining down upon the bed, he dives beneath the warm flannel blankets, wrapping them tightly around himself. He reaches out for a sign of security and his small frightened hand claps around a warm fuzzy paw. He yanks his tiger underneath the bedsheets with him, eternally grateful for the watchful eyes of his fearless pal. Liam knows that the monsters beneath his bed are no match for Tyler the Terrifying. Even now, he could hear them whimpering and shivering out of fear.
"Hah!" Liam shouts, "Not so tough against a ferocious tiger!" Tyler gnashes his teeth to scare them further and make sure they wouldn't dare even to peak out from under the bed, at least not while he's at Liam's side.