I'm the snow today
Like the cold
As we know
We are bold
But as we saw
Will know
How we feel
Like a steel
And I will cause burr
In the winter
People wearing fear
In winter
So as the storm I'm burst
We will have the curst
I make wind forever
As I will blow
For the holy worst of all
I'm the snow today.

Your love is like a magnet
and I am so attracted to you
opposite energy
pulling me
deeper
into this game that is our love
where you know all the rules
and I'm struggling to keep up.
When I
try to dive into the depths of your soul
your restraint
leaves me faint
and fighting to keep hold
You caress me with the sounds of your
sweetness
dismiss me with the greatest
discreetness.
You kiss me with sealed lips
controlling my emotions with every glimpse
without a clue
what you're thinking

I write this poem for myself
In regards to the one possession
I would be incomplete without
Once black
Now holy charcoal
They still hold
Despite their age

The black line
Isn't so bright
With eyes
Closed tight
Eyes so wide
Sun so high
The rays
Just begin to reach you
Ink begins
To run real thin
No more room
To write down what's within
Forgotten, maybe I wanted it big
Remembered, man it was pretty thin
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm
Forget that great tune within
Remembering now
There shall be amend
And when we reach that end
The black light will run thin no longer bright.

I see you try to do this puzzle.
Over and over.
I watch you run down memory lane.
Picking up the pieces.
But they'll stay the same.
I can't leave you again.
Black was I, but so jubilant.
Blue he was. And that he'll stay.
My eyes watch the footprints melt.
I can't leave you again.
Alley slipping back.
You really don't need to leave.
I'm here now, always here.
I can't leave you again.
Rumbling by, smell of exhaust filled our nose.
I shivered and you told me to advance.
But I don't want to go.

Brown smooth wood,
Grains going in different directions.
But behind this beautiful pulpit
Words cut down at me.
They cut so deep touching,
My ventricles and aorta
How did he know about them?
Who told him?
Who told him that I went home the night before with tears streaming down my face
Salt streaming down my face.
And who was he anyway to tell me in his argyle tiger woods sweater
like a Picasso painting framed by lopsided popsicle sticks of a crucifix.
That my friendships are dead?
He stared at me,

Time and memory
You can't always choose what will be
Remembered or forgotten.
Life beats with fear
But as my life fades
And my blood goes grey
Leave your hearts at home
And save your remorse at the throne
Because judgment day is a few days away.
So excuse me if I cut to
The front of that line
Leave my fears and troubles behind
Don't be sad when my heart stops
My body drops
And bows to the ground
You dance and stumble on
Silence