For Your Nineteenth For Your NineteenthI could not compose a song.Fingers frayed away, away.I could not sing to serenade.Voice numbed with pain.I could not paint a landscape.Eyes have lost sight.I could not hold the earth's rotation.Freezing this moment in time.Without all this I do decree.That I must show you.What you mean to me.How your gentle touch and firm graspLend my fingers strength they need.How your laughter and tearsAllow my voice to sing.How your smile and gorgeous eyesAre beautiful to see.How the sun shines brighter.The moon illuminates fuller.The stars shoot further.Emotions soar higher.Iced coffee tastes
One Lump Or Two?One lump or two?An entree comprised of passion,With a small side of depression,Washed down with a cup of love,Through a straw made of lust.Dessert brings about thoughts of romance,A fork breaks away a cake baked with emotion,Iced with feelings of comfort,And a cannoli for good measure.A cup of coffee laced with sugar,Stirred with a spoon of pleasure,Reminding how good it was,But with one lump or two,It still isn't as sweet as you.
Bucket Of DecisionsBucket of decisionsFloat on hope.Drown in sorrow.Tread upon faith.Wallow through filth.Float to breath.Drown for relief.Tread and reach. Wallow into darkness beyond.Sink to the bottom.Swim to the top.Water will assist both ways.Sink or swimWater is constant.It can lift you up or bring you down.Deny it and meet death.Consume and replenish life.We chose to sink or swim, the water does not.It will only provide assistance for our decision.
Scars Upon The WallInsomnia falls within its place,As memories of you keep me awake.For the night sky shines black, But my heart cannot rest.Why must you torment my thoughts,My feelings, My entire being?Are you that infatuated with keeping me awake?Let me be gone.Let me delay no longer.For it is time I suffice this hunger.Death's cold hand reaches out,Almost grasping, But before I go.Will you fall asleep beside me?