The Long Swim

I Would Love to Love Again,
To Lose Control of Me,
To Listen to The Wind
And Commune With The Sea.

I Would Love to Feel Again,
To Hurt And Happy Too.
To Swell a Tear When I See Pain
And There Is Nothing I Can Do.
To Hold Someone Tender, Close
And Reassure Them Through
The Night.
And Arise Before She Wakes
To Watch a Life at Rest,
Assured She's Over Most The Aches
And Ride Upon The Crest
Of Re-discovered Happiness.

The Freedom of The Untouched Heart
Blinds Stronger Than Most Chains,
And Blinds One Fully From The Start
In Protecting From Lifes' Pains.
And If I Find I'll Never Cry
I Know That Life Shall Pass Me By,
It Makes No Difference When I Die.

There's Something Rather Dead Inside
Not Just Something Lost.
So Difficult, Just to Try,
I Knew The Price, But Not The Cost.

And So I Pray For Feeling,
Again I Want to Learn.
I Find Myself Headed Out to Sea,
With No Thoughts of Return.
I Must Be Shaken From My Trance
I Must Regain Concern
Or I Shall Swim Out With My Plea
And Let Death Do His Dance With Me.

Foreign Angel

I Would Live to Love with Her
And Take Her as My Life.
To Share with Her Each Moment
And Hold Her Through the Night.

To Run Through Tunnels in Our Minds
As Free Spirits,   Fields to Find
With All Loves Glories Growing There
And Rendezvous Without a Care.
And to Know with Each Caress
That I Am Heir
And She Heiress
To this Field of Love.

To Find Myself in Her Eyes 
And Plant the Closest of All Ties
In this Field Which Unifies,
And Then to Fertilize
With Our Ecstatic Cries
The Bouquet in Which She Lies,
And Live the Present in Our Sighs
Knowing the Highest of the Highs
Above and Beyond the Furthest Rise
Each Moment Sharing a New Surprise.
To Live and Care Not How Time Flies
To Know There Shall Be No Good-byes
And See That Love Never Dies
No Matter How the Devil Tries
For She and I'd Be One.

On Parting

Dawn arrives! And reluctantly I take leave.
Most dearest one, do not awake.
Let me but take the candle
That I might gaze upon you again
To draw you into my heart,
And deeply into my soul.

Gently will I kiss your lips
As the Angelus bell echoes softly
Across the awakening hills.
Day's labor will lead to evening
And evening will invite me
To your arms, my reward.

Behold! The meadow blanketed 
With diamonds of dew
While in the distance 
The purple martin sings.

Till next we meet
In the growing silence
And touch in love,
Adieu.

The once beautiful flower hangs on the wall while all of its beauty, 
emotion,.....everything, drips out of it.  The eye hangs and wathches
everything occur.  It never jumps down to stop the drainage.  It just
patiently observes.  Soon, the flower will bounce off the orange hump
and land on the large green mass.  Nothing will stop it, not even the 
other hanging Selpmas.  It will be all alone.  Why the squishy eye 
would watch all of this occur and not do anything to prevent it is 
mindblowing.  But maybe the green mass is better than struggling to 
hang on to your spot on the disguised wall.

the livelihood of the individual

trembling in the impressionable night,
the words scream from his lips to,
the highest skies 
jumping from the rooftop,
it soars,
into the next journey,
fateful wanderers of a forgotten valley,
hear you of my plight?
you don't have to fool me,
but i want to 
freedom is the cost of overall organization,
the individual is the key,
each one a song,
an organic inspiration 
swirling into space,
laughing at it's own creations,
then falling down again,
only to continue,
with a new idea,
a new identity 
flying into the shadows of the wind.