3 AM

It is 3 AM
I am all alone
Thinking of your eyes
How the love shown

I feel my touch
On your tiny face
Silken skin reacting
As my fingers trace

I remember the warmth
Spreading with each embrace
Can feel how each touch
All my cares erase

I close my eyes
I only see your face
And reach for your hand
So our fingers interlace

It is 3 AM
I am all alone
Sensing you laying
Next to me, prone

The tracing of you back
Tender nape of neck
Made it so hard
To keep control in check

I so long again
To kiss you cheek
To reach around
To caress each peak

The taste of you lips
As they became moist
The smile I could hear
In your quiet voice

It is 4 AM
I am all alone
When I close my eyes
I see the one I've known

I touch your lily
I feel it jump to life
It calls to me
Above reality's strife

My mouth gently touches
Deep into your neck
While my passions swell
I try to keep in check

I kiss you lips
I share your tongue
With my eyes closed
The night feels young

But it is 4 AM
And I am all alone
Facing a future
Filled with the unknown

It is 4 AM
I am all alone
But I see my queen
Upon a throne

G - Dec 2012

I Want To

I want to feel you on my fingers
I want to taste you on my tongue
Ease deep inside you
Melt together
Become one

I want to hear your breath quicken
While I wrap you in my arms
Kiss your lips
Touch your face
As your body warms

I want to look into your eyes
See your thoughts and dreams
Touch your hand
Whisper of love
While our passion screams

I want to hold your hand in mine
I want to cup your breast in sleep
Listen to your breath
Safe in my arms
Wrapped in love I'm always keep

I want to hold you tight to me
And hold that instant in my heart
Feel your warmth
Feel your love
To keep me going while we are apart.

G - Nov 2012

Pincess Of My Eye

Sweet princess of my eye
Damsel in distress
Angel, that I hold tightly,
Tightly to my chest

I take your hand in mine
Draw you always close to me
To fill my waiting arms
Holding firm so the pains flee

Sweet princess of my eye
Cleaving deep to my heart
Where I hope you'll always be
So we will never part

If only, if only it were not
Just in my dreams at night
I so long for your to really be
In my arms, in my sight.

G - Oct 2012

Dream

Breath so soft, thoughts burn warm
Yet my heart still heavy weighs
As I watch the rise of her breasts
And dread the waking dawn
For are know then returns the norm
When sight is pierced by Sun’s rays
Reality will again end the jests
And dreams of truth will be gone

Show me what exactly have I done
How is it that I committed a crime
I followed the path that was laid
Pursued that route that was my fate
When light returns she will be gone
Continues the punishment of time
For the jester’s part I’ve played
Daring to pass the forbidden gate

For but a bit I lie next to one
I loved long before I met
Time though with her is but
An illusion of the a play
A contest others already won
Only a lost gambler’s bet
Still I wait for the door shut
Wishing vision was still real
In the light of the on rushing day.

 G - About Feb 2011

Doctor, Sir, Doctor

Doctor, Sir, Doctor
May I have a pill
I only ask for one
Help me, I’m ill
I do not like
How I feel
Make it go away
Make it heal

This world simply holds
Too many pains
The hurts of the mind
Wipes out all gains
Wounds to the flesh
To body and soul
Keeps old injuries fresh
Never healing whole

Preacher, Sir, Priest
May I have a magic word
Something to fight demons
Wand, or perchance sword
Dream-catcher for the sprites
That haunt in the dark of night
Or maybe a seeing lens
For monsters hidden from sight

Burdens seem so great
Pleasures so rare, so few
Support so often seems void
Vanishes into the blue
Relief is only one more fable
Reserved for those without need
Escape is but a legend
For which we can only plead

Hero, Sir, Hero
Please hear of my cause
Listen to my pleas
Consider as you pause
Can you be our champion
White Knight on noble stead
Are we not worth the effort
To be your heroic deed

Oh Doctor, Sir, Doctor
Is there nothing in your bag
That will held with this fight
A cure of which you can brag
Elixir of cure or for the ills
At least of momentary relief
Doctor, please Doctor
Please at least feed our belief.




G - Jan 2010

Hello Walls

Hello Walls
How’s it going
Are you doing OK today
Is it OK
If I share
The hours that fade away

Spider with a web
Sulking in the corner
Collecting only dust
Content to wait another day
Something might
Happen by on fates path
Really matters not
Spider really has not say
Corner where it lurks
That is the entire world
No draw to venture
Only wait the imagined prey

Hello Mirror
Who is that face
What brings him here today
Did he step in
To this dream
That never fades away

Ant crawls
Up the wall
Drawn in a direction
Without a rhyme
Choices he seems
To make his own
But the destination
Is the same each time
To meet that spider
Where she lurks
Never knowing
For what crime

Hello memories
In my head
What brings you here today
Did I see
A trinket past
Of a thought that will not fade away

Another morning
May have dawned
Behind that window
In the world of others
That shape though
Does its job
Like hope
All light it smothers
That world of lies
Fictions called hopes
They cannot reach
This cave of covers

Hello Walls
How’s it going
Are you doing OK tonight
Is it OK
If I share
The hours too long to fight.



Jan 2010

Gone

Breath so soft, thoughts burn warm
Yet my heart still heavy weighs
As I watch the rise of her breasts
And dread the waking dawn
For are know then returns the norm
When sight is pierced by Sun’s rays
Reality will again end the jests
And dreams of truth will be gone

Show me what exactly have I done
How is it that I committed a crime
I followed the path that was laid
Pursued that route that was my fate
When light returns she will be gone
Continues the punishment of time
For the jester’s part I’ve played
Daring to pass the forbidden gate

For but a bit I lie next to one
I loved long before I met
Time though with her is but
An illusion of the a play
A contest others already won
Only a lost gambler’s bet
Still I wait for the door shut
Wishing vision was still real
In the light of the on rushing day.


G - Dec '09

Poets Life For Me

Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, take words as our own
Dink up in the works of others
Reap the harvest they have sown
As long as we but make it rhyme

Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.
We wrap up sights and feelings
Sum them up in a few words
Paint verbal views of healings
Even show truth some time

Drink up me friends, see what I see
Imbibe thoughts from within my sphere
Devils and demons from depths dark
Dreams of nothings the seem near
Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.

Enjoy the visions that might come
Grasp at aromas and sounds you may
They are real! They are real! All!
Even if all truths otherwise say
Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.

Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.
Reality has not bearing on truth
The words do not have to all be my own
Beliefs do not requite proof
Fact does not defeat what is known
Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.
Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.


G - Dec '09

What Is A Friend?

As I leave for work alone
Not knowing what the weather
Was during the weekend past
As I exit the door
Accompanied by none
Except the shadow I cast

I wonder
With the voices in my head
Words no one else said
I wonder
What exactly is a friend

Holidays now spent
In imposed solitude
With but a few passing cheers
Quick greetings shared
Of Christmas wishes
Hopes of happy New Years

I wonder
With the voices in my head
Words no one else said
I wonder
What exactly is a friend

Lunch is now done
Spent once more with no one
Much as will be tonight
I guess I asked too much
When I opened my heart
So I’m better out of sight

I wonder
With the voices in my head
Words no one else said
I wonder
What exactly is a friend

I gave my every thought
Tried to heal all scars
Shared my deepest dreams
Stood in front of trains
None of that was wanted
Is what it now seems

I wonder
With the voices in my head
Words no one else said
I wonder
What exactly is a friend

As friend I’m one for whom
There is no end to what
I try to do for friends
And this, I have done
With all my ability
No matter what life sends

I wonder
With the voices in my head
Words no one else said
I wonder
What exactly is a friend

And so I sit alone
Pick a food and wonder how
My truths becomes such lie
Faith in friendship past
Into fantasies of child
Only the pain refuses to die

I wonder
With the voices in my head
Words no one else said
I wonder
What exactly is a friend



G - Dec '09

Silent Night

Silent Night, Holy Night
All is Calm, All is Bright
Hear the voices as they ring
Happiness and joy the bring
As the Silence strangles thought
For those which are only alone
Living the rewards of choice
Briars it seems all they have sown
The Silence of peace
They cannot share
Silence of aloneness
Beyond ability to bear

Silent Night, Holy Night
Gentle chimes, Say all is right
Round yon table loved ones meet
Join in joys as plans complete
While the Silence is pierced
By the Voices without rest
Very thoughts they consume
All Hopes become their fest
Voice of the angel host
For some always denied
Dreams of that One Day
Once more the world lied

And that Silent Night
Such a Holy Night
Another night to dread
In a night that is dead
Rules by the Voices of none
Hearing those songs, never sung
Seeing that mantel of life
On which the future was hung
But the gift was not returned
It was a lie that it would be fair
In the end, in the end
The night does not care

And the Silent Night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
All is well,
As the torture
Stays out of sight.



G - December 2009

Wishes for Christman

My first wish for Christmas is a seat in meadow’ed bend on a quiet stream.

My second wish for Christmas is two playing ducks, and a seat in meadow’ed bend on a quiet stream.

My third wish for Christmas is a three-hour nap, two playing ducks, and a seat in meadow’ed bend on a quiet stream.

My fourth wish for Christmas is four cups of mulled cider, a three-hour nap, two playing ducks, and a seat in meadow’ed bend on a quiet stream.

My fifth wish for Christmas is five golden dreams, four cups of mulled cider, a three-hour nap, two playing ducks, and a seat in meadow’ed bend on a quiet stream.

My sixth wish for Christmas is six melons to feed my lost geese, five golden dreams, four cups of mulled cider a three-hour nap, two playing ducks, and a seat in meadow’ed bend on a quiet stream.

My seventh wish for Christmas is seven songs for sharing, six melons to feed my lost geese, is five golden dreams, four cups of mulled cider, a three-hour nap, two playing ducks, and a seat in meadow’ed bend on a quiet stream.

My eighth wish for Christmas is eight magic manic cures, seven songs for sharing, six melons to feed my lost geese, five golden dreams, four cups of mulled cider, a three-hour nap, two playing ducks, and a seat in meadow’ed bend on a quiet stream.

My ninth wish for Christmas is nine nights of sleep, eight magic manic cures, six melons to feed my lost geese, seven songs for sharing, a three-hour nap, is five golden dreams, four cups of mulled cider, a three-hour nap, two playing ducks, and a seat in meadow’ed bend on a quiet stream.

My tenth wish for Christmas is a ten-course meal, nine nights of sleep, eight magic manic cures, seven songs for sharing, six melons to feed my lost geese, five golden dreams, four cups of mulled cider, a three-hour nap, two playing ducks, and a seat in meadow’ed bend on a quiet stream.

My eleventh wish for Christmas is eleven transports to get the to those which need it, a ten-course meal, nine nights of sleep, eight magic manic cures, seven songs for sharing, six melons to feed my lost geese, five golden dreams, four cups of mulled cider, a three-hour nap, two playing ducks, and a seat in meadow’ed bend on a quiet stream.

My twelfth wish for Christmas is twelve score or more of those I love to share, is eleven transports to get the to those which need it, a ten-course meal, nine nights of sleep, eight magic manic cures, seven songs for sharing, six melons to feed my lost geese, five golden dreams, four cups of mulled cider a three-hour nap, two playing ducks, and a seat in meadow’ed bend on a quiet stream.



G - Dec 2009

Family by choice

To my mental sisters
I’ve known only in imaginary homes
In a family related by choice
Visited only when spirit roams

Brothers not of blood
But by binds of thought
You have helped me to survive
Even when that was not sought

Mothers, Fathers, siblings
Rolls you chose to fill
Most important though, Friends
Providing strength to failed will

To you I spread my feeble wings
Towards those if virtually see
And those that from sight have passed
But in my heart will always be

I thank you now
With mere feeble word
For the times my very thoughts
You listened and heard

Thank you. G

Nightblind

Dark is the world of the blind
Those who will not
Those that cannot
Open their eyes and see
Deep is the night

Bright are the stars in the void
Eyes watching hurt
Beacons calling calm
Draw from the abyss of despair
From the deep night

But what when those gems fade
When their light falters
No longer lead the way
Even memories of dreams die
Leaving only the night?



G - Oct 2009

White Knight

Ride in from the west
On the wings of the wind
White knight so is told

I can’t remember now
What the path was before
I don’t see at all
Where next to go

Always available
To lend a hand
Lay the cape down
Shield from harm

Assure others go first
Defer his turn again
For the time he know
Will never come

I can’t remember now
What the path was before
I don’t see at all
Where next to go

The damsel in need
For a hand to be help
A shoulder to lean
A bed to share

Maiden in distress
To help escape evil
Renew a life reborn
Share dreams and fate

Till the live path ends
The damsel turns about
Shine dulls on the knight
Dismissed, his work done

I can’t remember now
What the path was before
I don’t see at all
Where next to go

Lady in pain
Soul in fear
Joined in mind
Though seated afar

Knight polishes armor
As best he can
Again braves for friend
Willing to give all

Till help again dulls
The need is gone
Or help used up
The knight is sent away

I can’t remember now
What the path was before
I don’t see at all
Where next to go

Knight from the west
Simply flays on the walls
In another kingdom
That welcomes no more

Wonders through wilds
Wishing but that time
Finally too would end
No place left calls his name

I can’t remember now
What the path was before
I don’t see at all
Where next to go

The knight
Sword lost long ago
Shield rusted in age
Seeking west the sea
To escape fate’s cold
He can’t remember
Where he has been
No longer cares
Where next to go



G - Oct 2009

Mist

Fingers of chill creep
Over the rise green
Advancing the unseen
Omen of fear deep

The call for the sea
Grips at the heart
Claiming soul depart
Never spirit to set free

Within that fog cover
Using its veiled shield
Fate choosing no yield
To harvest from its hover

As the sea come to claim
Souls without remorse
None safe in its course
Cares not of truth or blame



Fingers of mist advance
Souls taking as its own
Where one life hope shown
Driving home the lance


G- Sept 2009

Wood

Tree grew in the land
Place in far distant time
Rooted deep holding strong
Ignoring the clock chime

Defying storm and age
Chose not to leave at doom call
Tree cared not rules of span
Declined even the leaf fall

Imposed will against the force
While nature declared the crime
Continued in field of life to stand
Ignoring as the clocks chime

World changes with upheaval
Tempest came and turmoil
Ages slipped into the past,
Life returned to dust, to soil

Still that tree remained
While all that had been faded
Life long since was gone
To departure not persuaded

No longer standing upright
Still claiming the space
A throne to call its own
Forever to claim that place

A love of deep in the heart
A vow of how long to last
To show what would be
He called upon the past

Selecting for than ancient
A rock from wood long ago
Shared it with one adored
To profess that all would know

That fragment of a tree
Seeming to have been forever
To be matched by the time
Ere his love would sever



And it still endures true
To words without repent
Though ‘twas but a stone
Trivial to whom it was sent

So cast aside again
To now endure alone
Promise being a trifle
Without worth, mere stone.



G - Oct 2009

Where Are They Now

Where are they now
The friends of the young
Have things turned out well
Now that our parts are sung

We were joined in life
Friends for all time
Until the clock struck
That life faded into rhyme

Where are they now
Has life brought good
Would you return there
To that time if you could

Where are they now
Held your hand through fears
Gave a shoulder to lean
Stood beside you for years

Some were by chances
Fate brought on by birth
Those by choice their own
Found in you some worth

Where are they now
After than time has gone
Is they anyway to return
Or do only memories live on

Where are they now
For whom you gave all
Standing by you in your need
Or did they leave at your fall

Is forever of vow of faith
Or just and idle plea
Give strength to overcome
Not even slow the flee

Where are they now
Do they your life share
Do they even look back
Or leave without a care.



G - Oct 2009

Heart Beat

Heart beats within the chest
It slows no longer fighting fate
Will failed long in the past
Always too little, always too late

A long time ago in a land far away
It was ordained that life would be
Locked in a way or the ill of man
In stone was written that destiny
Path was set with traps to snare
Choices set to temp along the way
In truth though all forks led the same
The only reward continued dismay

Heart beats within the chest
It slows no longer fighting fate
Will failed long in the past
Always too little, always too late

Heart of will gave up long ago
Soul given away was gladly taken
Mild broken from the beginning
Dreams all folly for the forsaken
While the carrot of happiness held
By the hand of persuasion aglow
So the clown would follow behind
In end all for the world a show

Heart beats within the chest
It slows no longer fighting fate
Will failed long in the past
Always too little, always too late

I have fought the fight
Long past any scrap of will
Continued on without hope
To promises I hold still
Every hope died long ago
Last faith past from sight
Forgotten when mind gave in
Finally body surrenders the fight

Heart beats within the chest
It slows no longer fighting fate
Will failed long in the past
Always too little, always too late




G - Sept 2009

Rope

Eventually the end of the rope is reached
After enough action that cannot be taken back
Once ever trust has finally been breached
And the will can no longer stand the attack

When is it not longer a crime
To give in, to finally surrender
From a life void of reason or rhyme
When wounds become too tender

I give up
I’ve paid my bill
My cup
Has had its fill

Time has passed for me to move on
There is no destination left to seek
Hope in this world is finish, is gone
No more can I be societies freak

Truly I have located the end of that rope
Without strength or will to climb up again
With it the finish of destinies faded hope
I surrender, no more, I give up, you win.


G - Sept 2009

Over Rated

Sleep brings dreams
Closed eyes bring tears
Multiplies truth
Fuels the fears

Rest the regenerate
Once again
Punctuated by memories
Of what could have been

The touch, the look
The sharing that would last
Only to be ripped away
Thrown away as the past

Sleep brings dreams
Closed eyes bring tears
Multiplies truth
Fuels the fears

Images of hopes
Should have been trues
Lost plans of tomorrows
Now filled only with blues

Sleep brings dreams
Closed eyes bring tears
Multiplies truth
Fuels the fears

Fate has all deserted
Paths lead to dead ends
Always the same results
All life ever sends

Amplified when eyes close
Peace should come with slumber
Not visions of tomorrow
More burdens to encumber

Sleep brings dreams
Closed eyes bring tears
Multiplies truth
Fuels the fears
Sleep that is over-rated


G - Sept 2009