Simple things.

My eyes open to the light of a new day.

I roll over and hit the snooze, then wake up... and hit the snooze.

I stumble to the door ,of my room, and fumble with the handle.

The light shining off the mirror blinds me,

as I wash my hands; and the high piched sound,

of running watter, rings in my ears.

Then watter running down my face and back is too hot,

and then too cold.

I watch the soap go down and drain away;

while watter falls in sheets over my eyes.

It is not refreshing.

Not like it used to be.

It used to be the best part

of my day.

Now it leaves and I am just as tired as when I rolled out of bed.

My day is groggy, and so cloudy.

Clear thoughts are but a memory.

I want to love life again.

It is good to me.

But I can't seem to enjoy,

not even

the simple things...

Unspoken

A word withdrawn
a word unspoken
what feelings come
remain unspoken
too soon
too fast
a flood of years
pass me by
and one word
reamains
unspoken.

(two)Hearts Bungi Jumping.

One heart begins to move, becomes too bruised,
begins to break, moves again bruised again.
A callous,(that) years have made,
begins to break and breaks again
and once again the callous made.
Hope still lingers in its core and then once more...(moves again.)

One heart begins to bend begins to break
and in its wake an awfull quake,
jumps again and pain again
and now again stands again on the brink
and stops to think.
Moves to hope and takes a leap, and stops mid way to take a drink.
Time stands still as the jolting pain repeats.
(he) Waits and hopes for one who'll join, hopes and and waits.
Then one day time begins
again and bring me down safe again.

Just This.

Touch her skin.

Feel our heat,

as she falls in to my arms.

Warmly touch my lips

to her brest

and feel her body rise.

A kiss and the sweet caress;

beads of sweet heat begin to sweat.

Feel her body yearn

hear her heart begin to race.

Through eyes of cloudy clearity,

mesmorised by her passion.

Feel her ecstasy and know.

There is no always and forever,

Just this.

{I must give credit for this one to The Cure. I got the idea from one of their songs. :)}

Love Sky.

Thunder crashes,

and lightning flashes.

Falling through the sky

little drops land.

On my face

kissing my eyes

like words unspoken

filling my hunger

wetting my thirst

and leave me wet

and woren

waiting

for the next crash

of Thunder.

Floating Cloud.

Do I dare to float

on clouds?

(are) Clouds ment to dream on?

Do I dream a dream

long scince lost

but never forgotten?

Do I dare the pain?

(dare) To loose that dream?

Do I risk the outcome,

and dream of dreams

that once floated a way,

on oceans of empty bottles?

A dream that once took me

high above the clouds.

Dreams of my heart,

long scince lost

But never forgotten.

Afraid to Dream;...again.

Open my eyes and look through the haze.

Day and all day lost in this maze.

Raceing around; my mind is unknown.

I cant seem to sleep and I cant seem to dream.

I spend all day sleeping

waiting to dream.

Afraid to move

afraid to dream.

Im so scared

if I dare to dream,

Im so scared to dare to move,

for fear it would wake me

from My Dream.

Fog in the Night

Sleep drifts

and sweet smelling fog

perfumes the air

my mind races

and then my body wakes

my mucles ache

and strech

and soon I know that sweet perfume

is not of fog

but soft silky threads

of invigerating intoxication;

fallen in the night

to shield my sleepy eyes

from mornings light.

In Her Arms

In my lovers arms;

my body yearns to be there.

I feel the heat

and inhale the softness of her skin.

Hearing the sound

beeting in her brest,

gives me life.

Kiss her here and feel her

intoxication.

Lick the salty sinew

feel the rythm of her body

and the pounding

of her heart.

In my lovers arms

life goes on

and time stands still.

Blankets of Dreams.

I wake from my dream

and I see the stars shining down

on me

I must have hit my head.

I cant remember.

How I got here is a mistery.

Has it all been a dream?

It all feels so real

and yet it couldnt be.

A cool breeze flitters by

and my skin erupts

in bumps,

and chills fall down

my spine

throbing and pulsing

to the constant breath from the skys.

I soak up the dream

and fall under a warm blaket

of dreams.

Finding Love.

I cant get this smile off my face,

I feel like I could go any place,

Like a sloth on speed

I cant sleep

cant seem to open my eyes

wide enough,

I cant get enough of you,

your like

an intoxicating clowd

of cream filled condoms

and now I wait

till I see you again

im like a sloth on speed

a slow moving smile

floating on a twinky

in this ocean ofcream filling.

so there you have it. It makes no sence but im more happy then ive been in years and it is absloutly illogical, unreasonable and unlikely. But to hell with it. Im happy and so im just going to smile and soak up as much of what ever hormone is being pumped in to my system right now as i can.