Words from an Insomniac still trying to find her way

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Days off are Paradise

What I like about today
There’s nothing to give, nothing to say
just aware in this bed,
that the dream has begun,
through the sound of your breath
as black curtains fight the sun

Let us be, I’ve waited all week,
to wake up on my own
to not have to think, about the clock
about the hour,
this is the moment I relinquish all desire
while watching you dream

The shower awaits
for yesterday’s mess,
the dirty dishes in the sink,
yes I left them again
my clothes on the floor,
my body beneath, your skin my relief

I’ll see you in an hour
when your slumber reveals,
the bright shiny you
from long ago years
I hope you dreamt only good things
that only end with me. (wink-wink)



Strange Ways are all I Have ~2008


Young Lovers, Where are you at 4 in the a.m.?

young lovers,

some are sleeping


of each other’s warmth

each other’s breath 

so close, next to eager lips.

dreamers live passionately


frame by frame

if only seconds at a time

of lovers on a high

with no end in sight

and nothing in their way

lovers sway,

within each strong embrace

engulfed in a beautiful glow

an even more pleasant scent

heaven kissed

and no one

wants to wake up from this…


young lovers,

wanting, needing

what books divulge in

what movies indulge in.

love wearing a little bit

of lust

a dash of sin

a hunger for attention

anything but loneliness.

young lovers seek out others

in dark seductive bars

in far away destinations

of romance and eroticism



for a bit of what they crave,

just a taste 

and a chance to

return the favor,

just the same.


young lovers,

are always in the mood

when the right melody is playing

when the right words are persuading

and fantasies are fulfilled

pleasure meets the thrill.

late night surprise

early morning release 

who needs sleep

when lovers are around?


Feeling sexy

feeling bound and excited

kissed and enlightened

all senses heightened

no more daydreaming needed

this time is the real thing.

young lovers are always satisfied,

you can see it in their eyes

and in their walk.


young lovers

even those

that have been married so long

with no harm done

because each day feels

like the first aching burn

the first moment of a yearn

when hearts were on fire

and firsts were conquests

to be desired.

Even now in their wrinkles

in their aging bones

love still finds its way


in a walk, a conversation,

in silence and in sleep,

loves peeks its foolish grin

and stirs up feelings 

new again.


young lovers,

love is always young

always yearning for a bit

for a grip on all of us.

give in

be uninhibited

for once

learn to live

just learn to let go

learn to never say no

and enjoy the moment

you dream of most.





A grain of Salt is still so important

Hands remove, slow vibes once striking,

they covered me in the shadows

of madness,

they wrapped me up in a non-violent make-believe.

It is because of the rain I understood you loved me,

not the same.

Hands remove, whispers that were once erotic,

now just clever poetic remnants .

Laughter fills the air as I shiver in this ever-after

for nothing more exists beneath exquisiteness…

Playful truths led me to believe in you


could those words now have lost their meaning?

these ways are beneath my plight

for I can no longer remain in your once

safe embrace.

Fortune folded under pressure,

like an only child, torn, weathered, beat down.

Hands become cause and effect,

the world is empty of its rest.

I seek to one day look beyond

empty doorways of lost generations,

of uncertain futures,

for where does it all go?

They seem so unsure of themselves.

Minds afraid to remove the ego,

afraid to be and just let go

of those hands that hold them down

say when it’s time to go.

My friend just wants a look around

in search of some just reward,

In the end I see the coward in her.

Hands hungrily pick from the dreams

unfinished, un-woven, broken

stripped from the seams.

The universe once guided lonely soldiers

towards their destinies,

now they rely on lies, bigotry, and shame

they must face each day.

I fear too late,

For I know dismay

is pricking her veins

when I look into the eyes of the less fortunate.

Hands hold on for dear life

in the end we hold dear to our long time friends

to love’s first thrill,

to soldiers who are brave and to their hearts

they own still.

To bittersweet when passion comes

and dreams that leave us feeling

like we’ve won.

do no lose hope dear ones

from the desperate cries of some

stranded in this eternal dark

I hope you find that grain of salt

that plight you’ve hoped to conquer

because your will is stronger than the tide

then all your faults you’ve set aside

The time has come to stop hiding.