Tendering offerings of worthless lovelorn florasimply to soothe your own heart won't get you to the end of your journeyto forgiveness. Trappings of sympathy without the teaof human kindnessare like petals of blossoms wafting away in the wind. Your loss my friend,so decide that the characterof your personalitymust change. You must grow and perhaps becomethe person worthy of someone's love. Someone to loveis always a noble...

Take my hand and we'll walk together.How often we trusted our love was complete. Is there any way to count the memories we shared.Really, there is no way.Take my hand as you always could.You were ever the reason for my joy. Time counts down as seasons come and go.Have we done all that we might.Really, there was no way.Every chapter in the book must end. Each day must be lived.  You must take my hand again.Eagerly we walk...

Into misty swirling drifts of doubting creep the feeble fears that feed regrets remorselesslyuntil the dawning. Droplets of remorse bedew your fleshwhile the shadowscover your vision of what might have beenbut is no more. Is there no pathway to regainingyour bearingsand rebuilding the mansion of memorable embracesonce found but now regretted since the shade crept in. Comes the light to shine upon thenether places deep wit...

Echoes rebound in shattered silenceover the oases of my mind. The shadows of lost memories wiltin the mundane rays of merciless melting sun. My inner maps are useless nowon this journeydown the dusty trails of forgetfulnesstowards possiblehavens of remembrance. Where is the comfort,the tenderness,of honorable friendshipand trustto the traveler,the guest,on the pathways of questing questions. It is only the bell like tones...

The dark and endless night of my soul stretches out before me. Empty hallways echo with silent intentfor the loss of my dreams. Jousting with my dreadful doubt againis my fragile feverish fear. Questions bounce from side to side nowon the walls of my mind. Songs dwindle and die with a whimperas notes are brushed away. My thoughts are tentative and credulouswhen pondering your acts. Lift me up once more my heart to soarin...

AfterwardsWhat do you do. Carry on. Examine your life,and contemplate the future. Carry on. Sickness of any kindmust be fought,with a will. Carry on.Let the sharp knivesdo their joband excise awaythe darkness. Carry on. Death is very realwhen they ask your loved one  the vital question and you aren't awarethat they're there. Carry on. Watching each new day dawn as you expandyour new found boundariesto the limits. Carry on...

Such divine glory to behold.Your body and soul manifesting such beauty.To see you with my eyes and my heart.To know who you are.Am I able to sculpt you,Able to tempt the gods with your exquisite charms.To use my fingers to mold a semblance of you.To caress the clay,Enjoying the deliberate strokes.Spreading the moist substanceInto the image of you.Will you pose for meJust this once,Trembling with the need to be createdAnew...

There once was a time,(a time before time) when trust was free and fulfilledwith the touch of a handin a hand. When innocence begatinnocencein the hearts of youngand old. There once was time,(once upon a time)when honor was trueand givenwith the touch of a handin a hand. When kindness begatkindnessin the hearts of youngand old. There once was a time,(was there ever a time)when faith in humanitygrew and livedwith the touch...

Impressive.I am trying to be impressive.I want you to be impressed.Please, understand.I need you to think highly of me.I need it so much, because you are perfection.And I want to impress the perfect lady,The perfect lover,The perfect one for me.I want to impress.It is not certain yet.Not certain because we just met.We are tentative, groping, and searching.Trying to find outWhere we are.How it will turn out.Will we be ever...

Alone in our lifeboats,adrift upon the ocean of life,circling sharks may appear. There are times that we see hands stretched out to us, promising to proffer aid against the storms, but in the end there is only each one of us,the individual,facing fate alone. Friends may offer,give succor,and family may be there,but to no avail,when the sharks begin to circle,you are alone,alone to bail your craft,to put up your battered s...

Will you gambol along with me?Frolic with glee galore.Playfully romp across the fields of freedom.Frisk about with no thought of embarrassment,No blushes of shame,Cavorting with your lover,Liberated by eager spirits of joy.Will you?I am here and we could be openAnd happy once more,Just take my hand,We can be released from our existentialMadness,Our emotions on exhibition,Open,Just we two,Balancing the acts of random happi...

It was a deliverance, A redemption, And she was liberatedAt last, At long last,From servitude to the god of despondency. Her eyes,It was her eyes that he acceptedAs a mirror of her soulAnd accepted the difficultBut charitableChore of responsibilityFor a soulAlmostLostIn the dark shadows of slaveryTo her only knowing,Her world,Her life. He would tryTo take her hand,For guidance,Towards the bearings of a path toFreedom,To a...

It's early morning the day before Thanksgiving. There came about 8 more inches of snow overnight. There's almost an expectant hush, like something more than dawn lies over the horizon. Although there's no moon, it's luminous. Starlight shimmers off the heavy drifts, painting broad glowing brushstrokes over sleeping yards. Each bared branch and branchlet draped in layers, white satin evening wraps about to slip off shoulde...

Annoyed. Not at any one: generally irritable. I tell myself that acquisition of patience, the suspension between desire and attainment, is in itself the goal. Like Tantric Yoga.  My cursor wings away. I hover the mouse, awaiting the hand's return, ever reaching but never touching. Even the dreaded "Page(s) unresponsive" is ... unresponsive, with invitation neither to kill it (probably a good thing), nor to wait. Seeking t...