Sunlight brilliant and yellow,
Breaks through the dark clouds of my mind,
Hearkening a new day, a new beginning.
Summoning forth the key.

A stiff wind blows, cool and refreshing,
Across the hot plains of my existence,
Blowing away the fog that shrouded my soul,
Exposing the richness and beauty that is me.
Summoning forth the key.

A hurricane came ashore and lighting struck,
Blasting away the brick and mortar;
That encased my heart and mind for so long.
Allowing the brilliant sunlight of my mind
And rich beauty of my soul to warm and nourish me,
Comfort and keep me,
Summoning forth the key.

What is this force of nature that
Freed me at last from darkness, pain
And mal-nourishment of the soul and mind?

That force is you my sweetness.
That force is you my love, my heart.
My faithful convoker of the key.

You have shown me life giving sunshine,
And everlasting light.
You have been a gale force wind of sweet words,
And noble counsel.
Of tender thoughts and warm embraces,
Of soft smiles, and gentle caresses.
Of soothing voice, and sweet tender sighs.
My faithful convoker of the key.

You have been as a hurricane would;
Blowing ashore upon the rocky shore of my being.
With your force of passion and own tender heart;
You have brought forth the key to my existence,
The key to my heart.

You see, my sweetness, my love, my heart,
We are kindred spirits you and me;
Two halves of the same whole.
The same gold coins from the pot.
So I gave onto you the key,
The key to my heart,
Because I knew that giving you my heart
Would be like giving my heart to myself..

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He Snaked In

Friendly at first,
All smiles and sift words,
Gentleness and kind deeds,
Long nights and deep pleasure.
Her lover,
Her friend,
Her companion,
But then;

He snaked in,
And all of that changed.

Harsh words, and harsher deeds,
Mistrust the growing seed.
At first she's strong, but then concedes,
Time and again,
To his snake eyed pleas.
And her heart bleeds.
Because he snaked in.

Tis love she claims,
The deepest she's ever felt.
But what is there to love?
Nightly they argue about money and need,
Abandonment and greed,
Lying, mistrust the growing seed.

Show him the door time and again,
Remove his toothbrush, but it shows up again.
Long conversation on the phone to a friend,
Pouring her heart out,
Fear is the rule.
Because the snake slithered in.
And now she is the fool.

Swallowed her heart, he devoured it whole.
Now he has her in his slimy hold.
Wrapped in scales unfeeling and cold.
Killing her slowly,
Painfully,
Unkindly,
Without mercy or fear.
Deeper she sinks into helpless despair
And depression dark in the mirror it stares.
Tis love she claims,
But what is there to love?
Surely not herself,
She has come undone.
She can only wince at the sun,
Since he snaked in.

Maybe he'll change given one last chance.
But she fooling herself,
Foolish trust without a glance;
In the mirror to see what she's become:
His toy,
His sex slave,
His bank,
His power,
His self esteem,
His punching bag,
The death of a dream.

For when this first started,
This beautiful love affair.
She swore he was the best;
Best friend,
Best lover,
Best man she'd ever known.
But then he snaked in,
And his heart turned to stone.
But she'd rather suffer the snake
Then be all alone.

Hopeless

From out of a place most dark,
Does it creep.
Taking hold of my soul
And heart so deep.
Hopelessness.

Depths of despair,
Walls closing in, forever threatening.
Dark clouds gather, chasing away the light.
Smothering the warm, replacing it with damp coldness.
Depression beckons, like an old friend lost.
Dark moods are the norm, happiness is the cost.
Every right is wrong.
Hopeless.

From out of my heart so scared,
Pain seeps from every wound.
Slowly poisoning my system.
Infecting my soul, like a virus unwelcome.
Uncaring it makes me,
Hard, compassion lacks purchase.
Hopeless

Loneliness felt so deep.
Emotions raw and brought to the fore.
Where can I find release.
Where can I find comfort, and joy.
When will the light of warmth, tenderness and love,
Once again shine down upon me?
Hopeless oh so hopeless.

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I feel His Love

In the still of the night,
When the owl is most wise.
I feel his love.

In the sweetness of sleep
I can feel his touch upon my thoughts.

In the early morning, from the branches high,
He sings to me to start my day.

In the quite rush of the ocean waves,
He speaks to me in hushed tones.

In the warmth of the suns rays,
He touches me, caressing my skin to bring such peace.

In the light of day I know he's with me,
And I feel his love course through my heart.

In the deep of the forest lush and green,
He surrounds me with his beauty serene.

In the heat of the moment,
When all seems bleak,
I feel his love calm me.
And I no longer feel weak.

In the darkest of dusk's
I see his light shine,
And I feel his love surround me;
Oh let it shine!

In the softness of thy heart
I feel his heart beat through thee
I feel his love for us set us free...

Free to love one another without reservation;
Free to dream each other's dreams;
Free to give of our hearts without hesitation,
Free to bask in the glow his kindness brings.
In the circle of thy arms,
As I lay upon thy breasts.
I am complete.
I feel his love working through thee,
Coursing ever strongly through me.
And now I can finally rest...

I Sing a Song to Thee

I sing.
I sing when I'm happy.
I sing when I'm sad.
I sing when I'm moody.
I sing when I'm glad.

I sang.
When I was young boy
To Earth, Wind & Fire,
To The Commodores,
To The Ohio Players
And The Stylistics too.

I sing.
Now that I am a man
A diverse range of music,
Because I can.
From Boyz-II-Men to Journey.
From Babyface to Jewel.
From Blackstreet to Jim Brickman.
I sing because I love to.
I sing for me and my heart.

But now and then
A tune enters my mind
Whenever my thoughts stray to you.
I long to serenade thee on bended knee.
Looking deep into thy exquisite eyes,
Holding thy hand so gently,
I would sing a song to thee.

Forever sweetly my voice would ring
Ushering fourth as I sing
Touching lightly on thy ears
The words I sang would be sincere.
From my heart they would come,
Caressing thee softly with my voice.
In our own world we would be
As I sing a song sweetly to thee.

Just A Friend

You call me your friend,
But what does that mean?
Does it mean we will never dance?
Does it mean we will never know,
The pleasure of each others flesh
The joy of each other's souls?

Does it mean that we will never feel,
The special passion lovers feel?
Does it mean I'll never hold your heart;
In my hands wrapped in silken dreams?
Does it mean that although I cherish you and hold you high,
At the end of the evening you will still say goodbye?

Leaving me alone, my arms without warmth,
My lips unfulfilled, and dry?
Leaving me alone, my soul without a mate,
My heart without a blanket to keep it warm?

Does it mean that you search for another;
Another to fill your heart and soul with all I have to offer?
All the joy and tenderness?
All the peace and understanding?
All the love and laughter?
All the gentleness and sweet caresses?
All the pleasures and other treasure,
Only a tender heart as mine can give?

Justice is Blind

Justice is blind, they say of the law.
And justice lack compassion.
Justice is wise, they say of the law.
But justice lacks human understanding.
Justice is dark,
Justice is cold.
Justice is sightless and has no soul.

Humans come and humans go
Governed by the rule of law.
Awaiting justice, they sit in a row,
Waiting for their turn to go;
In front of the judge to be heard,
And tell their tale of woe.
But justice is blind, it can not see
Into the lives of you and me.
Into our homes,
Our hearts, our minds,
In order to see the human frailty inside.

So justice is dispensed by the book.
The cause and effect never given a second look.
Herded like cattle in front a black robe,
Who distributes wisdom from so far above.
Never stopping to peer into the eyes of the cattle And gage the human soul within.

Justice is blind they say of the law.
Justice is not compassionate nor feeling, or kind.
Justice is completely blind.

Kleenex

So many times he's made you cry
So much pain he's caused you.
Your skin he has damaged
Your heart he has lost
You soul he has polluted,
When first he made you cry.

But I am here to end the pain,
I am here, so use me.
Let my lips be the Kleenex
To dry your tears where they stain your cheek.
Allow my lips to cleanse you.
And bring your soul inner peace.

Let my hands touch you gently
And heal the wounds both old and new.
For my hands are careful, their touch, light and sweet.
For my hands are tender, their finger gentle and neat.
Let my lips be the Kleenex
To dry your tears where they burn.
Allow my lips to touch you,
And bring your heart the inner peace it yearns.

Lemonade Girl

The lemonade girl
Sits in her chair,
And stares at the world through bored brown eyes.
Watching the bay as time slides by,
What do you think is on her mind?

What's on her mind,
And why should I care?
After all she's just a girl selling lemonade,
How could I dare to know her?

But I do care and I do dare you see.
What she thinks of me,
What she thinks of you,
And the vast, lonely ocean so blue.

Each of us has a soul that's free,
And capable of such beauty
Such exquisite thoughts,
Such vivid dreams,
Full of what ifs and why',
When we are unafraid to dream.

So I wonder if her thoughts are like mine;
Does she love the ocean,
The lakes and the streams?
Does she long to get her feet wet
In their cool extremes.

Does she love the mountains,
The pine trees,
The weeping willows,
The maples,
The elks?

Does she set her imagination free upon canvas,
Express herself through lyric, or verse;
Her soft voice lighting the room?

Is her palate tuned to fine wine and foods,
Or is it more at home with Wendy's
And the neighborhood greasy spoon?

Does she enjoy making love is slow tender motion,
To the sounds of the sweet patient ocean, her potion.
Or does she prefer hot steamy passion
To the music of Van Halen, bodies sweating,
Animal lust without ration?

What's on her mind,
And why should I care?
After all she's just a girl selling lemonade,
How could I dare to know her?

Because to me she's not just the lemonade girl,
You see.
She's a person, a human like you and me.
She laughs,
She cry's,
She dreams,
She sigh's,
She has a soul that longs to be free.

A soul that searches for its mate,
That might be you,
That might be me…
And if I never get to know her,
Never touch her soul
How can I see?
All the wonder, splendor and beauty she
Might be…

Little Big Stars

Twinkle, twinkle,
Little big stars,
Against a matte black sky.
Oh how you shine,
And light my way.

Blink and wink,
Bright beautiful stars.
By the millions you provide,
The eyes of heaven,
Upon man,
Gods eyes upon his children.

Sparkle and shine,
Upon dark still water.
As I stand upon the shore,
On the edge of the world and wonder;
At the beauty and the majesty of all the
Little big stars within my sight,
And the humbling of myself.

Twinkle, twinkle,
Little big stars,
Against a matte black sky.
Oh how you shine,
And light my way

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