The end of gardening

Oh delicate flower on the other side of a fence
so long have I coveted your scent
A white washed barrier and few feet of grass
seperate me from the memory of past

Oh delicate flower so many years ago
every fall you'd bloom while i admired a rose
I haven't seen you for a year at least
Soon to be made part of a bouquet at a feast

Throw away the gloves and shears
This is the end of gardening

God, its dark, its late

When you're in the mood to create
Its like reaching into a box
and finding the thing you wanted most
Looking at the shiny object
In complete admiration
and telling yourself in a quiet voice
its time i match or surpass it
And staring at a blank canvas
wishing it were wet
With blood, sweat, tears
and long lost fears
Of doubts and insecurities never ending
My pride and joy and bane in one
Morose feelings and cynical stammers
Sense of longing for sense of belonging
and giving my 2 cents
Making sense of life through someones eyes
When I'm in the mood to create

21 The Aftermath

As a tree spreads its branches
Leaves budding in all directions
So sits you, head in a book
Legs crossed and glasses on
2! parts in nature
1! on the concrete
Go! she seems to say
The night was not a blur
But the laughs came easy
The waitress was attractive
but my thoughts were not so sleazy
The aftermath, a shock wave
She gets up and walks away
If she saw me it was as a part of the background
I'll rock an Adios
A snap of the fingers
The drink's effect faded
But the buzz still lingers

the fight for my life

Only the first sailor could even relate
to how lonely i feel in my own skin
floating through time and taking up space
stuck in cyclone and tired of spin

A tear in the eyes sinks last memory
a flood of anger in the heart
The fear of loss, my vessel is capsizing
tends to rip my mind apart

The ship run aground, its time to abandon
Sweet sorrow and anger brought on by my strife
Last attention to orders escape from the captain
Cast anchors and life rafts, the fight for my life!

American Idol

Trapped in a body so ailing
nothing to say so we sing
hearts content and souls fill
birth heart beating, death heart still
A love so pure, a love so pure
a wish of last
2 days have passed
20 years too fast
Sing your melody for all to hear
and heal the wounds of sadness and fear
There will be only one victor tonight!
God bless the soul that empties-