Baltimore

She left her heart in Baltimore.
The raven screamed out, Nevermore!
The future came rapping at her door,
As she searched for something more.

The grace of seraphim lit her eyes,
Came bounding towards those lonely cries,
Lifted her up toward blessed skies -
Saved her ship; it would not capsize.

This sea breeze set her soul to flame,
Carried her throughout long days.
Supported wings with endless praise,
And eased her into skies once gray.

This strong and powerful wind blew,
Left her heart beating anew.
Reminded her of what is true:
Love mans this ship - an astute crew.

Resuscitate Me

Stab a pitchfork through my heart!
Just don't let it fall apart.
Hurry up and reinflate,
Need somehow to resuscitate.
Get the blood flowing again,
Make it pump with a strong hand.
Solid's all you have to be,
Not a distant memory,
Stuck up deep inside my brain.
I try to hide away my pain,
The hurt, the sadness keeps me tough,
Reminds me of old nasty stuff.
Anything I feel right now,
Is nothing close to having drowned,
Deep within the storm wrought sea -
But I'll risk the possibility,
If it keeps me digging by the shore,
For the treasure, for the cure.

Brilliant Sun

I see the good in everyone.
But there's something about you,
Brilliant Sun.
You make my heart feel light, at ease.
These long days pass like a warm
summer breeze.
Kiss of your lips is intense -
powerful ocean captures, leaves me
happily drenched.
Folded in your strong, calm arms,
I know sure as the sunrise I'll stay
safe, unharmed.
Those eyes, deep and honest, draw me in.
Dazzling blue leaves me breathless, lost
on a whim.
You evoke that within me I cannot undo.
Why is it so damn hard just to say:
I love you!

Between Clouds

Floating in between the clouds
What goes up some day comes down
For time it feels like the right place
Held within a warm embrace
Now heartache echos, dull and hard
Leaving tremors - never scars.
A breeze could set the soul to sail
Directed by the threat of hell
Come back now to familiarity
A hand squeeze tells of certainty
And each day spent is bittersweet
The love, the laughs, the fulfilled dreams
Reaching, searching, for a cure
Something that will mend the hurt
That comes each time we must depart
From soft sweet hands and loving words -
You're worth the sorrowful, bruised heart.

Crushed

Such a long day,
And I'm red in the face.
But when I see you, babe,
With a smile I'm graced.
I've missed you so much,
When I feel this rush,
Can't help but be crushed,
By the love between us.
Those arms are so safe,
You're my place to escape,
When life just seems fake,
And I feel a disgrace.
When my plane lands,
And I rush to your hands,
Your kiss is intense -
Mister, you're my man.
So hard to walk away each time
But I know you are still mine
The days we have are prime -
For you, I'll walk the line.

pure gold

It's so easy, at times,
to get lost in your lips.
It feels like pure gold to
surrender to this.
So deeply, you keep me,
entranced with that tongue -
the touch of your fingers
evokes a new song.
This melody stirs me,
arouses the soul,
traps breath in my chest,
fills up that old hole.
Each day, I'm reminded
of something that's true:
my heart will not slow down;
it beats 'cause of you.

Solitude

Insecurity, it rises quick.
It clings on with a heavy grip.
Those claws will not just let you go;
they pull you in and scare you so.
What if I messed up something fierce?
What if I've caused a great eclipse?
Something here feels so un-right -
I'm scared I've gone and lost the light.
Left in wonder, mind is scared
of what could be that caused a tear.
But what if it is just made up,
and from the past it did erupt?
The mind is now simply confused,
ponders what there is to lose.
Perhaps there is a way to choose...
Maybe this just takes solitude.

worth something

There's something I must confess:
my heart is too big for my chest.
Constantly, it overflows and
traps me in it's undertow.
A rush, a fluster, pulls me down;
sometimes makes me think I'll drown,
leaves me gasping, reaching out,
for something stable, safe, and sound.
How can this all just be contained?
It's not that easy, staying sane
among the blurred and faded lines
that move along with pass of time.
A happy chord, a note is struck,
brightens the soul and lifts me up.
And still, ascension is intense;
much stronger than any recompense
that could be offered for the pain
my heart endures on frightful days.
The deepest crevice lightens up!
Warmth and laughter fill my cup.
They dare to pull me to the sky;
lost in the wind like a severed kite,
within the glow that somehow sings,
and makes the cycle worth something.

straight to the skull

It hits just like a bowling ball
A hundred pounds straight to the skull
Such force could bring a god to knees
But touches soft like a warm breeze
This touch may burn into a flame
Which blazes on for countless days
And keeps a wand'ring soul enmeshed
The closest thing it knows to rest
This cradle dissolves all old fears
Sinks them at end of the pier
Drowns them, leaves them for the dogs
Forgets the names they had been called
A future filled with sights to see
Entrancing, it's sweet melody
Blind eyes are opened to the sun
A world is realized; life's begun.

an unsettling trend

What the fuck is going on?
What the hell is all this noise?
I feel as if I've been discarded
into a pile of old, unwanted toys.
I just don't see why it is I'm being
booted off the island again -
this is turning very quickly into
a quite unsettling trend.
I'm tired of being scolded.
I'm tired of hearing threats.
I don't know how to feel now that
you've actually followed through with it.
I'd like to cry, or scream, or stomp,
but there's a hollowness in my chest,
and despite how hard I may try,
no emotion can be expressed.