is it such a cause
to back from what was
no
that's not it
forward three steps back
allow me one last kiss
before we go our separate tracks
the snow will cover them
as memories are in the past

"When you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna love you as much as I do?"

-Tori Amos, from the song-WINTER

Well, when are you going too?

maybe if you lost weight
somehow got your teeth hollywood straight

we could be real
a legitimate deal

as seen on tv
comes between you and me

perfection can be ugly
all this improving bugging

do you see
you are already perfect to me

tall grasses, brown in empty meadows
flowers long past dropped blooms
early sun setting cast ever longer shadows
stalks of corn waves golden in light of a cool moon
tints of crimson on leaves of green

the very summer
the treasure still uncovered
the pools of thoughts
never realized in your mental drought

to Penney,

If by chance, love finds you, whole and true
the love given will bring back the loss in you
I'll miss reading you

the muse, the muse, used to sing
now loss that echoed familiar ring
her voice, her voice
that never ending sound
silenced in her absence
the muse has gone away

we are the young
the spontaneous
the lovely
the best hope
for
love

the fogs rolls thick
this morning
the rain has stopped
and the woods shiver
with a delightful cool
my coffee warms my hands
as Autumn nears

she raised up her skirt
as she wades into the shallows
I laughed briefly
she so careful not to get wet
her shrill of shock as the waters
kissed her toes
as it started to rain

one single raindrop hit my head
rolled slowly down my brow and dropped
to the ground
it's purpose found
it was I who stood in the way
it was followed by more
so I got very wet
with such a wonderment

are you cozy now
in your own skin
living from without
to empty within
or are you
needy, needy
not greedy
just needy

the trophy shines above the rest
he shows everyone he knows
perfect statue, all so impressed
what a lovely trophy

footballer's life
perfect image, perfect wife
the girls swoon
as he makes his way onto the field

Perfect trophy, she has passed all test
magazine face and perfect breasts
all the men dream
of such a trophy

years mill by
she's put on the self
her shine now gone
wrinkles show
badly in her after glow
she stays inside his home

Where is he
simple to see
a few more trophy's of his own
till one day, she stops being a trophy and is
...gone

liar, liar
catch the thief
the lies were told just beyond belief
quickly now before another escapes
so many I've told myself
I have actually started to believe

I hear
the weather is nice this time
of year

The coasts smile in the sun
old men play checkers
and the children play and run

old wives knit
young ladies curtsy
at the Gentlemen
who come to court

then...

I awoke

did you see the day yawn
or the night cry to sleep
did you feel a breeze brush
a giggle in the air
between the busy ticks of time
did you enjoy yourself, not with an other
just you
ah, but a quite moment or two
just you

depth of night
or break of day

tell the tales
that make our way
and I think about you

to walk is to move
advance
to walk into tomorrow before it is here
is to slide into icey uncertainty
better to walk in the moment

I can end this all with single word
a secret sword

her yelling screams would turn to tears
I'd break her down, if she ever found out

no, no, protect the rose
handle the beauty embrace the thorns
frost bites hard

at times I know she goes to far
am I a saint?
Layer by layer she opens old scars
shall I build a bridge just to watch it burn

no, no, protect the rose
handle the beauty embrace the thorns
love bites hard

I could cut the stem
put in the vase
throw this all back in her face
better now to embrace
than to destroy what we have made

no, no, protect the rose
handle the beauty embrace the thorns
frost bites hard
and then she's gone

The shell of snakes
lay bare
tracks, of exits mark where
shed of skin, time of growth
scales new so do come forth

Shall I embrace the earth
or touch the sky
stretch out
from lazy fold

dreams of these
still live untold
I'll dream them all
till I'm totally
spent

then rest again, and again