TickTock

Now we sit
Have a drink
Gives us pleasure
Time to think

Hash it out
Work it through
The only problem
Is me and you

Its not that its right
Its not that its wrong
Its that timing is everything
Our story is drawn

Everyone knows
It just cant be
Not now not tomorrow
This you and me

But as time passes
We'll look back there
And laugh of the passing
Time we shared

For now is the problem
So let it be so
Lets go on with our loving
Go with the flow

Harsh

Questions for a lonely girl,
Circulate the air.
They spin around, swirl, curl,
Much like the spirals of her hair.

She breaths in deep,
With no answers arising.
A piece of him she wants to keep,
An ease of letting go is surprising.

Numbing thoughts of what could be,
A never will, leaves her lying still.
The thrills of tomorrow, churning her sea,
Inside this body a strong growing chill.

For now, she sits with a whipping mind,
Feeding a soul of loving taste.
Knowing somewhere there is someone to find,
Well aware that the way is moderate haste.

P.O.M.

Embracing all the pots and pans,
Mulling over my thoughts and plans,
NYC just has its way,
Of turning around and making my day.

Marble walls enter my mind,
Thinking about what Im leaving behind,
Coming back to, I enter reality,
I am leaving nothing- this will always be a part of me.

St. Anselm

Beakers and bakers
Thinkers and takers
Salt water love
Released like a dove

Glasses of clear
Wine rings in the year
Time of change
I begin to rearrange

Hot pepper heat
Affects me to my feet
A clear cut lie
Spirals through my mind

Blades of brass
Light infused class
The heat of wonder
Starts dragging me under

Fellows next door
Language I adore
From here on in
This changeling I begin

Stranger No More, But Still

I know we've met one million times,
Not in this lifetime, I know.
It was long ago when life it shined,
People laughed and spoke real slow.

I know I've met you, or so it seems,
Paint covered pants and evergreens.
I see you now in shades of gray,
Your confusion still I kiss away.

We've done it before in a field of white,
Lied down with you, a snow cold night.
In the most dark and beautiful scene,
We sweat together on a bed of green.

And still my heart, it beats in time,
Encounters of a man removed.
You were the one that got away,
In time, that you were, it is now soothed.

I thank the stranger,
That you are no more.
Your kisses smooth,
Our bodies, sore.

In health and wealth and happiness,
We'll meet again, for a strangers kiss.

Child

Bright eyes staring clear,
Mommas breath holding near.
A silhouette of childs cry,
The sweet relief of babies sigh.

Possibilities abound,
Twirling up and around.
For you,
I trade my whole life through.

A selfish soul, always, Ill be,
A mission of happiness, selfish, for me.
To dream a life that is not mine,
Reaching for it, I know Ill be fine.

Stranger here, all in my bed,
Child now, near, as I once said.
I have you now by sweet decree,
This child, whom was once me.

Changeling

I know not why,
Who the hell knows how?
I do know where,
I do know now.

A place to start,
My changeling me,
Grows deeper everyday,
Cant wait till you see.

A happy girl I,
Always will be,
Emotion comes clear,
Emerged in the sea.

A faint goodbye,
A whispered kiss,
The softest touch,
A completion of this.

I can go on,
Conquering the know,
Reinvention of my me,
My face full aglow.

To be who I be,
I so happily see,
I once was she,
She is always me.

In Passing

knit, knit, knit
baby on its back
feeling like a queen
baby in a sack

bag lady
you very well may be
hiding away
a child under a tree

paper and pen
wanted no more
smuggled in a shelf
they are all i adore

to pass a man
and fall in love
everyday in a new way
broken promises of

unknown joy
creating life
sifting through lies
that cut like a knife

a green love
a red night
a violet sky
to hold onto tight

and still
life as we know it
goes on and on and on
and on and on and in

passing

Sold Out (NOT)

"Wait in Line!"
The sign says so stern.
"Get your tickets here!",
But soon they will learn.

Comedy inside the cricks and the cracks,
Is this a joke? We don't bother with second acts.

"You're not on the list",
What's that you say?
Oh, the one I just walked right by?
You think I was born yesterday?

Girl robbin up on the tips at the bar,
A fine tall fella spottin me from afar.

A night of good karma,
Is what we were dealt.
Ill have another tonight,
A dose of happiness we felt.

Sunshine and laughs eliminate all strife,
L'chaim to family, to love and to life!

To my mother Grace- for always- no matter what- instilling the "Sherman Method" into my life. Works like a charm ;) Love you Mom!!!

Flossin'

Flashy flashy little belt,
You are pretty as can be.
When I wear you out tonight,
The men will run to me.

Bling Bling Bling my shoes so tight,
Ready to get down on the floor.
You will find me here all night,
And then Ill be back for more.

My smile vibes,
My hair be cray,
Im struttin, Im stuntin,
Gonna dance the night away.

Love is Hot

Simmering shadows slide through the doors,
Smothering slight light creeping in.
Smoldering rays of embers ablaze,
Sitting, she, shaking on the floor.

Tumultuously timid, gets up, runs,
Tied down by two doors kept tight aground.
Timing is teaching her tiny feet,
To slowly tip-toe as if it were fun.

Patiently waits, counts pennies for days,
Perverse and opposed to her sight.
Persistent his tongue enflamed and pure,
Passing fire in painless ways.

What he cant see will not affect his woe,
Wavering over the thought of her.
Water begins to wash over the walls,
Willingness she had to fight will go.

Some say she was tough,
Too tough to know survival.
Proud he was too proud,
Wonders if love was enough.

pure

His green eyes were smiling,
Making his way down the car.
Not asking for much,
Just our attention by far.

His poetry rang truth,
To all whom listened close.
It was all we needed to hear,
We are not alone at most.

Leaving the train with a smile in tact,
Along came another the same.
Wanting no more than the man before,
Didn't have to give us his name.

Just sharing smiles and letting us know,
That there are caring people around.
And If you're in need of some food or socks,
Just simply make a sound.

Love is around,
Its our feet on the ground,
Our hands in the air,
Our calling to care.

Blink

To regret the rejection,
To sulk in ones own complexion,
Could possibly be the finest killer of all.

To not learn from our judgments,
And to yearn for fulfillments,
Without failing how could we possibly rise after the fall.

Its been a while... Im back

Tunnels of unforgiving eyes,
Traveling through the unknown skies.
Moments in time just barely passed,
Love at the end still waiting to last.

Justifying the present to venture forth,
To a place where one is more than its worth.
Favorite pillows and spreads of bed,
Cushions of love to rest your head.

Tired bodies and worn out feet,
Test broken hearts to then again beat.
The struggle means so much more when done,
The time is now to soak in the sun.