A series of poems written in my life presented in no particular order.
California dreaming, a never forgotten state of mind. Sunshine on the forest. Dew on the pines. Ocean spray on cliffsides, a skunk is in the air. Fields and fields of orchards scattered everywhere. Freeways winding through the masses, graffiti speaking to the classes. Colors worn with fearsome pride. The streets light up with the night. Gathering of a million souls, searching for a common goal. Rock-n-roll and surfing are both on your mind. A breeze is in your hair while cruising Hollywood and Vine. Humboldt county, heaven on earth. The giant Redwoods, the gaunja herb. The Mojave desert, a spiritual haven, God be with you as you face your maker. California, glorious and grand, you've touched my heart with your gentle hand. Whatever distance I may roam, I'll close my eyes and be back home. 1994 |
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Have you ever wondered what it's like to climb higher than any man has
ever dreamed of just to be there? Have you ever swam deeper than any man has ever dreamed of just to see what it's like to be there? Have you ever dreamed higher than any man can dream of just to know what it's like to breath there? I can see there, its a man there, or perhaps the shadow of an eagle. 1991 |
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What can I do? Tell me how to help. I see your spirits sleeping, your laughter snuck away. Tired from the evening, tired from the day. Looking for a shelter, hiding from the storm. Never looking outward, only moving on. Pray for hope tomorrow, no matter what you do; Don't give up the battle. What can I do? 1998 |
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Where have all the flowers gone, the emptiness is bigger than life. Remember when they used to be, remember how they seemed so bright. They filled the view for miles and miles, as if reaching for the end of earth. But now their gone with nothing taking their place, just air and rocks and dirt. Not even a breeze, maybe a sigh. I don't even think it remembers how to cry. Where have all the feelings gone, the emptiness is bigger than life. Remember how they used to be, I wish they'd remember how to cry. 1997 |
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I used to love being the key role in everybody's lives, then I met you
and all I wanted was to be the key role in your life. Now that I've lost both, I'm trying to find out how to be the key role in my own life. 1993 |
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Why do I wallow in pain. I just want to be happy again. I can't help it, I try to put it aside. But it just creeps back up and builds tears in my eyes. Why do I wallow in pain, I just want to be happy again. 1993 |
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We don't talk anymore, we just slam doors. We don't talk anymore, we just build doors. 1993 |
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As the night falls dark and the sun goes down, With respect and dignity
the trees take a bow. A hush falls on our heads like the eye of a storm. And the moon stands guard, an old friend keeping the calm. With laughter and dance the stars make a map. While the wind whispers softly to the trees and the grass. Once more I sit and wonder and stare. Held close by my friend, the soft night air. I think of my seclusion here and I'm filled with serenity. If I lost my escape and lost my friends I'd loose my sanity. As the night turns to day and the sun begins to rise. The trees lift their heads and let out a sigh. They enjoy the night, their time to be free. When no one is watching and no one can see. The moon ends his shift, gives his post to the sun. The peace is over, the day has begun. 1991 |
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Is this what it means to be caught in a door; being pulled from behind
being shoved to the floor; if only I could reach the other side; without having to fight for my right to life; why should I give my one hundred percent; when all I get back is one cent; it would be easier to run and hide; and not let them know if I'm even alive; but I"m not that way; and I'm not surprised; it would be much easier; if I knew how to lie; but tomorrow is coming; and I must be going; I'm sorry to say; the door is closing. 1992 |
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Their tearing into my heart, clawing and scratching from the inside out. I hope they stop before it's to late. Or the pressure might knock me out. I'll wake up one morning in a different world. The skies will be shining in a neon shade and the streams will run into heavens gate. The people around me will all disappear and my only friend will be the sound in my ear. Save me someone before it's to late. I feel myself slipping away. 1991 |
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My love for you is undying, as a moonlit summer night. Forever etched into my soul, enslaved upon my mind. I love to feel your presence, every moment that I breath. And when I sink into my grave, your memory I'll take with me. Holding on, I'll never rest until, our souls once more unite. Then through the ever after, I'll forever be your wife. 1999 |
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To find a man like me, an unreal destiny. Kind, gentle, strong and mean;
an empire in his own means. 1994 |
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My oh my, what a surprise. All the things I see when I open my
eyes. I can find the reasons for all of life's fears. And I can see the sadness in all of life's tears. The purpose for existence is written in the skies, like the key to the future is hidden in your eyes. And when you ask me for my opinion, I'll choose my answer by the sun's bidding. The scariest thing that I can see is the emptiness inside of me. So I'll fill the void with mother earth's beauty, and know she'll understand if I slack in my duty. And I'll try to live with open eyes, and will always continue to be surprised. 1992 |
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The world could change in three days; A mountain could be overturned; an ocean could be swam; A child could have learned; a thousand miles could be ran; So much could happen in just three days; a universe could be made. A baby eagle learns to fly; you could find your destiny and I may even find mine. 1994 |
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I feel your breath on my skin, your voice in my ear, the beat of our
hearts is all I can hear. Your soft gentle touch runs across my skin, and all of a sudden my head starts to spin. Our temperatures rise, my mind starts to race. I can't keep control as I feel your embrace. I run my fingers across your skin, in search of a feeling I hope will never end. I can taste your sweat as my tongue explores your chest, I feel a tremble up into my neck. An uncontrollable urge overtakes my soul, for our bodies to blend as if our two become whole. I feel I may burst as the ecstasy peaks, and then I collapse and slowly fall asleep. 1998 |
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I don't want to love you, I don't even want to care. Let's be casual acquaintances, who like to share a bed. Don't tell me you love me, I don't want to know. Feel free to say meet my friend, feel free to get up and go. Anytime you want to talk, my ear is always open. Anytime you want to cry my shoulders padded to. Anytime you want to laugh I'll try to entertain you. Anytime your horny, well you know I"m horny too. But don't ask me to open up, don't ask me to spill my guts, and never ask me to bare my heart, because it will never happen no matter what you do. Even though I like you, and no matter how much, I'll never want to love you, I don't even want to trust. 1993 |
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When all the lights are out, nobody's home and I'm laying in bed, I sit and reflect upon all that's been said. I look deep inside where it's easy to hide, where I can crouch deep in the corner with eyes shut tight, then I cry. My chest is tight, my face turns white. The memories pour out and then fade out of sight. I have to let go, the third scene is over. A new ray of light has shone on my shoulder, Keeping me warm, keeping me strong, giving me hope for a brand new tomorrow. Grabbing hold and taking control, I realize my fates in the hands of my soul. 1997 |
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