To Dreamer

Dream, Dreamer, as you lay across this silken bed
And I'll lay here beside you counting the hairs on your head
Soft melodies willl resonate thru the room like a drum
I'll sing to you the words I know, and the rest I'll hum

Pondering 'Her'

I study life in the dark
Smoky apparitions imparting wisdom
Answers to queries unknown
Complications are simplified

I hypothesize. I theorize. I assume. I know. Then I don’t…

Expectant with ‘Her’, I am…
Wishing I could abort
Can she love me?
Maybe she’s concealing it

I’m solitary in my affections
An underpinning to disaster
Attempts to run end up in futility
So I try to mask it in anger

Providence always reunites us
She takes one step toward me
And I go running to her
I hate myself for loving her

So what do I do?
Does this tragedy have an ending?
Is the story still being written?
Do I really want it to end?

Miss me? I want you to

I want you to spend the rest of your life missing me
I want you to miss kissing me
I want you to not be able to breathe without me
I want you to lose sleep; when you do sleep - dream about me
I want you to get robbed; I want you to lose your job
I want you to feel a shock every time you touch a door knob
I want your knees to get weak and you can't walk without me
I want your friends to call you every day and talk about me
I want you to never be happy with another
I want you and happiness to never find each other
I want you to hear my voice thundering in your head
I want you to call everyone you love by name instead
I want your hair to fall out; I want your soul to call out
I want you to come up short even when you go all out
I want you to live a long life wishing you could die
I want you to not have any tears, yet wishing you could cry
I want you to cry, then hate yourself because you cried
I want you to feel exactly how I feel inside