Poetry Volume XI
      He seems near me all the time
      if I close my eyes
           I can almost feel him
      When I reach for him
           I realize
                three thousand miles
           between us
      I understand
           a thousand times
           how far away he really is
      Today I'll pack my bags
           begin a journey
                three thousand miles
           one step at a time
      Can you feel me getting closer?

      © Wildheart 2000

      And on my string
      here's another bead
      You fit so well
           on my friendship bracelet
           as I tie the knot
               that keeps you in your place
      That's wonderful and ordinary
           to know you'll never go
           beyond a certain point
      If I wished for more
      If I dreamt of something else
           a different way for us to be
           a different way to weave you into my world
                would the dream come true?
      Oh, Goddess Fortune
           look me in the eye
           as you
           spin your wheel
      I will weave whatever your string brings me
      but please tell me -
      does the thread of life
      always begin and end the same
      no matter how I arrange the beads?

      © Wildheart 2000

      Low tide
           and where are you
      Strength ebbing from my mind
      If he doesn't call
           I will hunt him down
      Planes crash
      work wraps around
           like a prison cell
           buried so deep in the ocean
                no one escapes
      can't move
      can't move
      can't breathe
      Can't remember the last time it rained
           nor the last time I talked to you
      Obsession, depression
      tunnel vision
      No reason for this desperation
           but I won't let it go
      Searing sun, dead grass, dust devils
      It will never rain again
      Planes crash
      Buildings explode
           and still work wraps around
                to smother my life and mind
      Pick up the phone and die an early death
      He still isn't here
      This is how I feel
           in my more desperate moments
      This is the last poem I will ever write

      © Wildheart 1998

      Familiar faces
      Faded names
      that I never wanted to know
      Decorate the pages
           of my wasted years
                hidden in a book I made 20 years ago
                but had never seen
      Although I've no nostalgia for an empty past
      for some reason I'm wondering
      Maybe I knew that girl
      we might have been in the same English class
           or was it geometry?
      I think I had a crush on that boy
           or maybe that one
      In all honesty,
      I can't remember how I felt about them at the time
      I never took the time
           to memorize these lives
           that floated around mine
                for a few years
                a few wasted years
      Now, looking into strange eyes
           on faces that seem familiar
                if we ever spoke, the words are gone
                those voices are not part of my past
           a past too easy to forget
      Once I could have known you all
           just one chance
           I never really took the time
           I never really looked
                or thought I'd care
      I closed that book the day it arrived
           pulled those names and faces from my mind
           left them in my closet
           mothballed my friendships and crushes
                then flew away with all I needed
                never to return
      I hid my worst years
           believing they were best forgotten
      Never believing that one day
      I'd wish that I could remember
           those names and faces
           that almost became part of my life

      © Wildheart 2000

      Now that I can't have you
      I notice when you're gone
      Before it didn't matter
           a face in the crowd
      But then I thought something might be different
           and it probably was
      You were different from the crowd
      I made you special
           when I decided you were unique
      A big step to wade through the masses
      Not noticing would have been better
      Easier than always seeing your face
           and knowing I'm not unique
           just a face in the crowd
      Noticing hurts
      as I slip away from you
      ......back into the crowd

      © Wildheart 2000

      Practical thoughts
           interupt that stream
           of endless thoughts
      that starts from my brain
      and flows to the farthest star
      How do I grasp an infinite stream
           when I must remember
                that green means go
                and red means stop
      You know the feeling
      Your thoughts stretch for miles
           down the highway
           beyond the horizon
                where you want to follow
      Then you must make a left turn
                go where you must go
      and the thoughts end
           spill over the horizon
           flow to the stars
           without you

      © Wildheart 2000

      I'm so good for you
           so good that I want to scream
           at pictures of your life
      This pain
           falls from the sky
           falls into everything I deny
      I know you like my smile
           that I made just for you
           picture perfect just for you
      But do you know
           how I long for you
           how I hate pretty pictures of
           innocent eyes that are blue
                like yours
      You don't have a clue
      These tears
           falling from my eyes
           falling from the sky
                catch them
                save them
           maybe some day I'll find
           a real reason for them
      Every now & then
      I want to tell you how I really feel
      Then I remember
           all the hearts that might break
           in those innocent eyes
           in those pictures of your life
      My life
           fell from the sky
           fell into a lie
      when I hit the ground
      I remember the truth
           I'm not part of your life

      © Wildheart 2000

      This house is too small
      The lack of concern
           leaves no room to breathe
      Without oxygen
           the mind can neglect with ease
           the world will never know
           facts float by the window
                as toddlers toddle thru traffic
                while mothers pop their children's Prozac
                keeping it down with some Clariten
           no room to sneeze or cry
      The walls collapse
      around the mime in a box
      but I need space
      the mental suffocation implodes
      No silent witness am I
           to abuse and neglect
      Kill the moment
      I'm into the daylight
      Breathe the air
      I know the truth
           and I'll tell the world
      Life's so dangerous when you think you
           are only pretending to be dangerous
           and believe that angels can see
                while your eyes are closed
      I run through the door
           my possibilities now endless
      Leaving unowned emotions on the kitchen table
      they slow me down
      and they're not mine
      Call me for the graduations
           or the funerals
                which ever come first

      © Wildheart 2000

      Evil calendar
      ends infinity
      counts days
      brings end
      deadline
      firewall
      day break
      I say
      small talk
      Big Talk
      turns real
      time's up
      tell all
      sunset
      brings night
      moon glow
      one month
      I doubt
      I'd know
      unless
      I count
      the days

      © Wildheart 2000

      Such a distance
      A faint star in the sky
      I forgot
           how I'm supposed to feel about you
           at this time of night
      Maybe you were something important
      Once I couldn't stop thinking about you and me
           we formed a lovely constellation
           a beautiful sight
                a legend in light
           against the diamond dust of the black sky
      But something got lost
           a great mystic story
                turned forgotten myth
      I don't remember what you meant to me
      now that we're just glitter in the vast universe
           the distance too great
           your star too faint
                no line traced from yours to mine
                insignificant flecks
           follow me like a dying comet
           on a last trip through Earth's atmosphere
      Even the bightest suns fade
      collapse into emptiness
      maybe someone will look across the universe
      and try to imagine if some one else
      were ever there

      © Wildheart 2000