Cupid's Arrow ©

As I think of when I’ll see you again,
My heart begins to pound.
Anticipation fills my body,
For the joy that is abound.
I have waited an eternity,
But would wait a million more.
For a chance to pick up,
Where I left off so many years ago.
With the first time I saw you,
Cupid’s arrow struck me true.
And from that great day forward,
I have been in love with you.
For every man has a fancy,
A true woman of his dream.
Mine has long, blonde, flowing hair,
And skin as soft and smooth as cream.
Eyes that flicker like fire,
And lips both soft and warm.
With a deep, sweet, sexy voice,
As thrilling as a summer storm.
Your love is as sweet as honey,
That drips down upon my tongue.
And leaves me craving more and more,
The sweetness yet to come.
Though the time we’ll share together,
Is so precious and so few,
It the things that dreams are made of,
And for me a dream come true.

Written to Dreams woman

Precious and Few ©

I’ve told of the beauty I see in your eyes,
And how your smile brightens the darkest of skies.
So now I’ll begin to describe all the rest,
Of the many marvels that to me makes you the best.
For your physical beauty is beyond all compare,
From your cute little toes to your flowing blonde hair.
There’s your smooth silky skin, as soft as a rose,
Your sensuous legs, your long slender nose.
But to me this is just icing on a delicious cake,
For your stunning stature isn’t all that’s at stake.
See, your much more to me than a wondrous sight,
Than a body to dream of late in the night.
Because the things that I hold most dear about you,
Is the charm and the style in all that you do.
It’s your warmth and compassion that I love the most,
Your sensitivity and caring, I heart fully boast.
Because to me you are truly precious and few,
One in a million, a queen to be true.
Gentle, understanding, special in every way,
And that’s how in my heart you’ll for ever stay.
Though your delicate touch can give so much pleasure,
It’s your passion and zest that I’ll cherish forever.
And if I put you out of reach, on a pedestal high,
I’ll sure sprout wings and learn how to fly.

Yet another to the Dreams woman.

My Wild Mountian Flower ©

Like a gift to never take for granted,
Like a dream to hold ‘till the end.
Like a wish come true in an instant,
This is how it feels seeing you again.
For anything truly worth having,
Is definitely worth waiting for.
And patients tempers the excitement,
That fills and thrills me to the core.
But time, like life, is so precious,
And so are you my wild mountain flower.
So I’ll hold tight to the tempests reigns,
And count down to the magic hour.
When again I’ll be intoxicated,
From drinking in your eyes so bright.
And drowned myself in the beauty,
Of their effervescent light.
Much like a rose, a thing of beauty,
Unchanged and unsurpassed in time.
Those treasured jewels do burn intense,
To consume me deep inside.
To richly bath in their coronas,
Unbridled joy lies in those rings.
Much as an angel sent from heaven,
Down on gilded, gossamer wings.
As beautiful as the purple flower,
From the bush which bares her name.
Who’s foliage spreads across the mountains,
And splendor still remains untamed.

Written to Dreams woman

Nature's True Beauty ©

When the sunrise turn darkness to golden,
And the bird songs shatter the still.
The summer’s sweet breeze starts a blowin’,
The flowers scents across the hills.
As dawn break over the mountains,
To show off the valley’s thick hue.
You can marvel at nature’s grand curtain,
For this splendor is how I see you.
See, as nature reveals all it’s beauty,
As an artist with canvass or clay.
The most priceless to me of all these work to me,
Is your presence through-out the day.
So as sunset paints the last clouds,
In red, pink and orange swirls.
Before night can unfold it’s dark shroud,
Leaving you to reflect on the world.
As the crickets start their night's song,
I’ll express once again my devotion.
How I dream of you all evening long,
And my days are filled with emotion.
For a woman’s who blue eyes pales the skies,
And who’s smile surly makes the sun jealous.
Who’s soft voice must bring birds to cry,
For it strips them of all that they relish.
They say god created the earth,
The heavens and all that’s between.
But to me the one of most worth,
Is you, the girl of my dreams.

To you know who.

Your Beautiful Smile ©

When I go to close my eyes before I start to sleep,
In my mind your beautiful smile start to creep.
And I’m reminded when I am surrounded by gloom,
How your beautiful smile does just light up the room.
Or when I’m angry or consumed in fear,
Your beautiful smile just fill me with cheer.
How talking to you causes me great distress,
For your beautiful smile leaves me speechless.
So I sit there dumbfounded, awestruck all the while,
Thinking to myself “what a beautiful smile”.
And I hope some day soon I can see it again,
The beautiful smile of a beautiful friend.
And I know if the sun should ever burn out and die,
Your beautiful smile will brighten the sky.

Yet another for the Dreams woman.

Dreams ©

I dream of a world where your eyes are the stars,
And everyone worships the night.
A world where your lips are the blankets that warms me,
They comfort me though all my plights.
I dream of a world where your smile is the sun,
That shines down to brighten my day.
In my world the birds sing out in your voice,
Their wings beat out your name.
Your arms are the trees that shelter and protect,
They hold back the strongest of winds.
And your hair is a waterfall that pours down on me,
To freshen and cleans me again.
But to hope is to realize the possibility,
So you see I have only dreams.
But in my dreams the world is more wonderful,
Than reality could ever be.
See in the world of my dreams the grass is true green,
And the sky is the purest of blues.
For you are my dreams, and you are my world,
And I truly do love you.

This poem was written to the one true love in my life

(hence forth Called the Dreams Woman)

I wrote about 15 poems over many years
for her to show her how much I loved her,
But in the end she chose someone else.

This Poem was also published on 10/06

In Your Eyes ©

In your eyes are the beauty of a thousand sunsets,
Only rainbows and waterfalls combined are closest.
A million fireworks or a billion starry skies,
Isn't close to the beauty I see in your eyes.
Ten thousand poets writing for ten thousand years,
Could start to describe the beauty I hold dear.
See, there's truly no words for a marvel as such,
For your twinkling eyes fill my heart with so much.
With the slightest of winks you can make time stand still.
When your eyelashes flutter I get such a thrill.
If the Aurora Borealisis was dancing over head,
I would rather watch the shimmer in your eyes instead.
For they are captivating like flowers in bloom,
Just thinking of them does make my pulse zoom.
I'd feel truly blessed just to see them each day,
And humbled in their presence is where I would stay.
I could get lost forever just starring at you,
Yet never grow tired of the beautiful view.

Also written to the dreams woman.
This is the one I submitted to a contest of about 3000 poems
and ranked in the top 30.
This poem was published in their book.

The Morals of Apathy ©

As I view our society, our loss of integrity,
I feel my faith slipping away.
No values that I can see, the morals of apathy,
Our pride and our honor’s betrayed.
Like self absorbed sheep, we go through life asleep,
Oblivious to the cycles of change.
Our trust you can’t keep, our truths are too cheap,
And the absents of balance remains.
Perhaps it’s the coddling, how mothers protectingly
Block off the experience of life.
For the pains that we’re feeling, are like lessons in healing,
That teaches us what’s wrong and right.
Maybe I’ve grown cynical, my view point unethical,
But we are as our nature dictates.
And the patterns in all, form the rise and the falls,
That carries us to our own fate.
If fears in your eyes, you’ll learn to despise
All that you don’t understand.
Then the walls start to rise, till they block out the sky,
But a tap and they’ll fall down again.
I’m not preaching conformity, just responsibility,
For our actions in the games that we play.
For our loss of nobility can lead to calamity,
As the boundaries start to crumble away.
Our lack of respect and continued neglect,
Are eating away at our minds.
So carve your pound of flesh and ignore or reject,
All the hidden bones that you’ll find.

This was one of the first poems I wrote.

I was very upset about the kinds of people I kept meeting

at a bar I was working at.

The Wolf In the Folds ©

Thought cute a sweet guy, the scheming little runt,
This way he fools others, with his eminent front.
They follow like sheep down the path that he’ll choose,
To a decadent life inside his twisted ruse.
From the cycles of sorrow in the web that he weaves,
To the wake of destruction in the path that he leaves.
Egotistic, self-centered, doesn’t hardly describe,
The vicious, black hearted monster inside.
Who manipulates people for his own happiness,
Stealing their souls to fill his own emptiness.
For his own soul is dead, making him not quite whole.
Hence the sheep are led up to the wolf in the folds.
Led to the using and abusing of life.
Yet blind to the truth that cuts like a knife.
Blind to emotions, aspirations of dreams.
Their fooled by the wolf’s deceptive means.
So the victim is tricked to perceive dirt a gem.
That this cold hearted ghoul cares deeply for them.
This belief is the problem, for it strengthens his bond,
By clouding their judgment to what’s going on.
How when even exposed to the truths of their sorrow,
They delude themselves to the dreams of tomorrow.
Ignoring the scars and the pain he inflicts,
And forever forgiving the son-of-a-bitch.
This cycle must end so the torture can cease,
And free the poor victim to live-out life in peace.
To stop lying and deluding themselves to the facts,
That the wolf cannot and will not ever change his act.
For he likes to use others to satisfy his needs,
It lessen his fears of inferiority.
And he likes to hurt others for it makes him feel strong.
These truths are the proof that it’s time to move on.
To weigh all the options and possibilities,
Clear the haze from their eyes and allow them to see.
See the wolf as he is, uncaring and cold.
How he manipulates people in the lies he has told.
To pick up the pieces and let life go on.
Learn from the experience in choices to come.
And weep not for the wolf, for he won’t cry for you,

He has other sheep for him to tend to.

This was written to a young girl I use to work

with, who believed that a guy we worked with

would leave his wife and other girl friend for her,

the young are so easily fooled.

I sraightened her out.

The Looking Glass ©

Come with me now take my hand,
I’ll lead you to a turtle’s land.
Understand me and you will see
A wondrous world where life is free.
See peace and love and Zen are fine,
And I’ve taken journeys through my mind.
But life is real, it’s all around,
You see it, touch it, hear it’s sounds.
The world through, the window life under glass,
To sit back and ponder as the sands of time pass.
For the world is a stage, some watch and some act.
But we all contribute and this is a fact.

Now I’ve been called crazy antisocial and such,
A wet blanket, a downer, a little out of touch.
But I’m just a chronicler, a studier of life,
And I’m not talking religion, politics or tripe.
I watch and I learn, preserving each day.
To view the big picture as some people say.
And I’ve found many people inside each person,
Many voices, a society rolled up in one.
Each with their own feelings, thoughts and beliefs.
Sometimes they are helpful, other times they bring grief.

Now the heart and the soul are the first on your side,
They stand for the goodness, for right and for pride.
Then there’s the conscience to judge your actions,
Of all with which to tangle, this is the worst one.
And the ego, a sissy, with something to prove,
Acting tough and controlling, yet easily bruised.
Now the last ones a trickster, I’ll call it the fly,
Just beware of the thorns when it’s your ally.
For these voices do guild and control what you do,
But if only ones heard the problem shows through.
Hearing just one causes balance to shift,
And the fabric unravels, and the strands start to drift.
Like a jigsaw puzzle with a key piece left out,
An incomplete picture will leave you with doubt.
So when faced with a question listen to each voice,
If you weigh them all even you’ll find the best choice.
But if you chose to ignore the wisdom they speak,
Your actions will reflect this in all that you reap.
Now there are no excuses, no blame to be shared.
Your decisions alone have taken you there.
And though logic and prudence are considered quite stale,
If you use them in union you never may fail.
For if you do right and your judgment is true,
You’ll never have to worry if you win or lose.
So when problems arise, just step back and relax,
And remember, in this life all things do pass.
For as the sun rises and the clock ticks away,
The sun will still set at the end of the day.
The problem will move on like a storm in the night.
And your life will go on despite all the plight.