Perceived songs playing in my head
Clinging on to the breath of the dead
Melodies that will not die
Tunes that carry on till I’m dead

Every word and every note
Clinging on to the breath of the dead
Melodies that will not die
Tunes that artist have wrote

All songs have been given their wind
Clinging on to the breath of the dead
Melodies that will not die
Tunes that the dead will not comprehend ©2008

The strings of the old violin that grandpa played
Sets in corner out of the way
His fingers would grace the strings
Making the old violin sing
The dust has covered the strings that once were played
Hoping for master hands to adore them again one day
The years have long past
Memories of melodies have been cast
The day will come when Angels will arrive
Taking my soul for a heavenly ride
The heavenly gates where all things come true
Will welcome me and you
I will ask the angels at this special time
One front row center seat in the heaven of mine
There I will set on God’s heavenly shore
Listening to grandpa play the old violin once more ©2008

Caring thoughts was conveyed as the two lay upon the quilt that sunny day
Brought tears of joy to the lady that he had come to adore
She packed a picnic lunch for them to enjoy
Laid out the old quilt that grandma had given her many years ago
The lunch was packed with turkey meat on rye bread
A bowl of cherries and some sliced cheese for the two to enjoy on this hot day
She told the man of her dreams that she wanted to build his self esteem
She dropped cherries one by one into the open mouth of the one she loved
She giggled and played with the man of her dreams and tickled skin around his neck
The joyful play that was displayed upon the quilt that day
Melted two souls together in a very special way
That day the God of the universe sewed the souls of two
As the two proposed their love upon the quilt that grandma sewed many years ago. ©2008

Ink from the poet’s pen
Scribbles the letters of many words
Begins the poem
Gutter full of over drenched verbs
Lifeless nouns praying to be picked
Joined together at their hips
Heaving breath of unheard words
Drip no ink
From the poet’s pen
Screaming voice of a blank piece of paper
Soundless matter of a wondering mind
Force the words that flow from the pen this day
Records the soul of what the poet has to say. ©2008

At this moment time is streaming past me at a high rate of speed
The reason for this is beyond me
The loud tunes of Van Halen have all left
And each day as I grow older I feel deaf
My face seems to grow wrinkles by the day
I know my memory if failing so people say
There are so many things out of my hands
So many little things I don’t completely understand
But I have come to realize the small things in life will carry me through
A smile, a hug, a hand shake, and some time to listen will start a friendship to grow
I learned these small things a long time ago
So let time stream past me as fast as it can
For I will create my own destiny as I have the plan ©2008

Procrastination creeps and crawls into my mind
Living in my world so unconfined
Like a thief in the depressing night
Fleece my dreams forthright

Tomorrows will have to wait
Yellow roses have bloomed of late
Fragrance invades my sensibility
Tomorrow’s dreams are hidden as a liability

Procrastination creeps and crawls into my mind
Living in my world just fine ©2008

Yankee candle of Pomegranate Cider filled the room with aromatic perfume
The glow of flame upon the table filled the room with gold.
The Merlot Glasses now stand alone;
They were once filled with rich red wine of Blackstone.
The window open to the night air
One could hear a distant dog barking as if to beware.
The breeze upon the curtain this night;
Caused the candle to flicker as if to excite.
The floor was littered with clothes everywhere;
As if they were thrown without care.
The grandfather clock chimed its tune down the hall;
As if it was marking the time for a great enthrall.
Two lovers were naked upon the white sheets of the bed
The silence of the night was enough to wake the dead.
The pounding chest of man’s sexual desires;
Brought two souls to meet the needs of what each requires.
The closed eyes of the woman that he loved;
Expressed the intense essence of his beloved.
The silence is broken with a climax of two lovers upon the bed;
The night was filled with joy for what was lovingly shed.
The grandfather clock chimed its tune once more;
As if to answer the end to what it had announced once before.
The distant bark of the dog is now still.
The last of Blackstone is emptied into the wine glasses as to refill.
One last drink to the one that he adores on this special night;
As the two toast that they will do this again so they can reunite.
The Yankee Candle Flickers to an end;
The flame gave its all to wrap its glow around two naked souls to the very end.
They now lay embraced as two lovers;
Fall asleep they must to dream the dreams of tomorrow’s encounters as if to discover.  ©2008

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One set of prints
In the sand
You’re no longer there
To hold my hand
Alone I walk
On some distant shore
You left your prints
On my heart long ago
Waiting and walking
Till the end of time
Filling an ocean
One tear at a time ©2008

so tired but sleep never visits
insomnia is an enemy that only wants to party and have fun
all I want is some zzzzzz
i feel the Sand Man is sleeping on the job
drugs only make my Pharmacist rich
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………………………………Oooooo sorry I fell asleep.
sweet dreams all … it’s time for this man to s
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This earth is filled with many wonders
Salt water for as far as the eye can see
Lush green jungles with every imaginable tree
Soft cotton clouds that stretch for miles and miles
Flowers that entice the nose to see
Birds of every feather fly in every weather
All these things are surely grand
However the beauty of friendship is more precious than all of these
The wonders of this earth will crumble to dust
But friendships will last for a eternities of tomorrows as God has granted us this much ©2008