Sunday, March 18, 2012

Just a pawn in your game
Playing it safe,
Ironing out the creases,
Too afraid to risk reality's shame.
In the throws of victory
You leave me clutching
The ankles of defeat
At which I'm smitten

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Do I see just what I want to see?
Former dream of aspiration
Or do you communicate selectively?
Unsure of where to tread
Each strand is a thread
To my very existence

Decisions to be made
Stranded by the cross-winds
Of sheer indecision

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Kidnapped by Van Der Waal's

Is it too forward to ask it, will it surely seal my casket?

For an opportunity to know you before life pulls me past it?

I can't help noticing that when you grin

Everything within me melts away.


It's just like me; most pitiable fool.

These feelings so predictable.

My champagne taste, beer budget all.

Drawn by your warmth, your gentle call;

A friendliness displayed to all.

As sure as gravity I fall - for you.


Could our friendship truly dwell

Without bound within love's well,

Or only in my bated breath

Fogging up the window still,

Gazing at the memory of your face

Which no length of time can erase?


It's just like me; most pitiable fool.

These feelings so predictable.

My champagne taste, beer budget all.

Drawn by your warmth, your gentle call;

A friendliness displayed to all.

As sure as gravity I fall - for you.


I liked your berry compot, and sure, I like you a lot.

But feather dreams always float down

Eventually embrace the ground.


Half wish you weren't half the woman you are.

Maybe then I'd have half a chance

To lead you in life's fickle dance.

I know this makes no sense, It's a pointless hypothetical.

Highly pathetic, all An empty jest

Conjured up just like the rest.


It's just like me; most pitiable fool.

These feelings so predictable.

My champagne taste, beer budget all.

Drawn by your warmth, your gentle call;

A friendliness displayed to all.

As sure as gravity I fall - for you

Monday, June 13, 2011

To take you at your word
Would be a morsel too sweet
Like reaching the fountain
Where truth and love meet
Ive fallen so far
But you promise me still
My burden to take
And my heart to fill

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Field of golden hay

Pillows in the sky
Caress and warm embrace
A sun of orange hue
Reflecting on your face

Squint into your eyes
Cares all melt away
Surrounding shrills of laughter
Field of golden hay