Someone? ©

I will walk by your side, and share the view with you.

Taking each new step in stride, a world shared by two.
We will walk hand in hand and live life to the end,
Nothing to stop our love, an eternal special friend.
Someone to share each day with, every new sunrise,
Someone to sit with, as the sun starts to subside.
Someone who’ll talk with me, someone to understand,
Someone who won’t judge, but accept me for who I am.

Someone who is soft and sweet,
This someone I hope to someday meet.

Springtime in Minnesota ©

After 6 months of freezing cold,
The cabin fever takes control.
The freezing wind, the snow and ice,
Give way to the more pleasant sights.
The birds return, the flowers too,
The trees and bushes bud and bloom.
The smell of fresh grass fills the air,
And breathes new life from old despair.
The sun returns to warm our days,
And clear our minds of all the haze.
The feeling starts to take control,
To just get out and take a stroll.
To have a picnic, or a long car ride,
Or grill a braut or steak outside.
To again plant flowers around the yard,
To catch lightning bugs inside a jar.
To go out fishing at the lake,
Or have a bon fire until late.
Camping under the stars and moon,
Crickets and frogs singing their tune.
Enjoying the beauty that nature provides,
Just happy to be free, and so much alive.

Enraptured ©

My love, my feelings for you, grows stronger every day,
As I struggle to relate just what my heart does try to say.
So I write to you these poems, a poor attempt to explain,
The ramblings of a madman who love has drove insane.
For to me you are true beauty all rolled up in one,
The sweetest and most lovely, second to none.
Venus and Cleopatra are but shadows on the wall,
For you are by far the fairest of them all.
I call you just to hear your sweetest voice my girl,
The most enchanting sound there can be in all the world.
So soft and sweet and lovely, I adore every breath,
I harbor every word as I grow more amouress.
When you giggle I feel myself rise-up off the ground,
Then you laugh and I fly as my heart begins to pound.
You sigh, so low and soft, and I melt back down to earth,
Then again you breathe in deep and I feel my rebirth.
I sit there silently entranced by your hypnotic sounds,
Enraptured in the pleasure of the joy that I have found.

Another Poem written to my ex.

The Redheaded Stranger

So easy to talk to, it's like we're old friends,
I wait for each day to see her again.
She always the high light that cheers up my day,
Makes me smile and laugh, like a child who's at play.
A beautiful face, like nothing I’ve seen,
I'm mesmerized with those eyes of green.
How so small a picture can stir me inside,
But that wonderful image is burned in my mind.
I can only imagine the beauty she holds.
Her soft creamy skin and that long slender nose.
But I must try to refrain from the feelings I keep,
For she's somebody else’s and the price is too steep.
So I will be content with her as a friend,
And cherish each moment that we have to spend.
But I'll envy another more fortunate guy,

Who holds a treasure more than money can buy.

Labyrinth ©

Why do you want something you, when you know you can’t have it?
The less probable the price, the grander the allurement.
When old you wish you’re younger, when young you wish you’re old.
It’s a never ending cycle and the answer is untold.
Like a child chasing a ball, that your parents let you pick.
Just as you reach your prize, you’ll give the ball a kick.
We’re all trapped in the circle, the labyrinth of reality.
Always wanting more and more, the things we cannot keep.
But for all that we struggle, and for all that we strive,
The prizes we most value are the ones that we’re deprived.

Blanketed in Kisses ©

My love I’d lay there in your arms, for hours so content.
Run my fingers though your hair, inhale you fragrant scent.
Just while away the time, in hopes it never ends,
Enjoying all the harmony of a blissful Zen.
Take comfort in the warmth of holding you so close,
Kiss your lips, your neck, your chin, the tip of your lovely nose.
To stroke a gentle finger along your breast, sublime,
Run my hand along your arm and take your hand in mine.
Then starting with your nape, I’ll kiss my way on down,
Your neck, your chest, your cleavage, admiring the crowns.
I’ll blanket you in kisses from your head down to your toes,
Your wondrous curves and corners, the pedals on the rose.
Just run my lips all over you, caressing every part,
Hold you close, gaze in your eyes as the realms of love we’ll chart.
Lastly I’ll lay a kiss on your fore head, wet with sweat.
Take your precious hand in mine, our fingers mingle yet.
Hold you in my arms once more, basking in the glow,
Of a woman of sheer beauty, like nothing I have known.

Written to my last GF,
It’s getting easier to see these again,

I even added the heart stamp I would put on each envelope.

Twinks The Moo Queen

She's quick with a joke and makes us all smile,
Yet she's always watching her subjects in style.
Everyone's happy when she is around,
Art chat room 1's favorite clown.
The hub of our circle, the heart of our grope, er group,
Our resident leader whom to we all stoop.
The one who we all truly do look up to,
And wish we could be even half the moo.
So cute and so funny, she’s to good to be true,
She makes the whole room jump up and moo!
She's our good will ambassador and our sounding board.
She's always there to pick us up off the floor.
So I raise a toast to our resident dean.
To our wonderful "Twinks the moo queen"!

The Outsider ©

I’m on the outside, just trying to fit,
Just hoping to be viewed as adequate.
I don’t ask for much, just a smile or a hi,
Just to know that I’m not an invisible guy.
I only wish to be wanted by someone, somehow,
To know that somewhere, somebody cares now.
Someone to show me that I’m appreciated,
Someone who will think of me as a friend.
That I make a difference, that I matter somehow,
That my meager existence isn’t lost in the crowd.
Acceptance is all I do truly long for,
To know that I am alone no more.
But the backstabbers and liars are bringing me down,
Making me want to not be around.
The two faced people are the reason I’ll leave.
To find someplace where the people aren’t sleaze.
And don’t need to hurt others to fill their empty lives,
Or to make them feel like they’re better inside.
No more childish games and high school mentalities,
But people who know the true means of reality.
No more whispering and gossip of things they don’t know.
And an end to the pitiful, shallow, dark show.

Ode to a Sad Little Clown ©

Pay no attention to the sad little clown,
Who’s pathetic life is to put others down.
He’s just a hurt and confused little boy,
Who sits in his chair and plays with his toy.
He has not friends, just more sad little clowns,
Who lie to each other to keep them all down.
He acts so brave from his safe little domain,
But he’s truly a coward hiding in his own shame.
He’s scared and feeble, hiding all along,
Bullying other just to make him feel strong.
Frightening others make him feel superior,
But it only enforces his shallow exterior.
I feel no pity for his pathetic strife,
He’s probably just bitter from his dismal life.
So let him go on with his disagreeable tasks,
We know it’s cowards who hides behind masks.

This was written in response to a personal attack to me ,

and was written in anger.

The person who I wrote this about I now know was innocent of the attack,

so I do appologise to him.

Lil’ Weng ©

She’s sweet and caring every time,
Totally charming, completely sublime.
Converses like a mystic sage,
Her wisdom’s far beyond her age.
she has a great smile
and a beautiful face.
Statuesque and composed
she’s the epitome of grace.

Fly high lil’ Weng, Fly high.
Soar proudly, Reach for the sky!

She’s never content in her everyday life.
No time to make a lucky man’s wife.
Unrelenting, She’s driven to succeed,
Hard on herself to amass her dream.
Take time to smell the roses,
enjoy life while you’re young
For the years go by so fast,
Don’t let it be unsung.

Fly high lil’ Weng, Fly high.
Soar proudly, Reach for the sky.

Today I Met an Angel ©

Today I met an Angel,
An angel on the internet
As sweet as golden honey,
And as sexy as a Greek goddess.
She’s so kind and charming,
That I believe she’s heaven sent.
I look forward to that smiley face,
And cherish every moment spent.
She never ceases to amaze,
Always pleasant and happy.
And she makes me laugh so hard,
That I think I gonna pee.
She likes to flirt and drive me wild,
And tries to keep control,
But I know I can still get to her
With a few words from my scroll.
To chat with her forever,
Is all I really crave.
But she a busy angel,
And has other souls to save.
Who’d have thought I’d find salvation,
In a chat room on the net.
But I know that I’m am grateful
For the true angel I’ve met.

Cycles of Sorrow ©

The troubles of life, the woes and the jeers,
The trails and tribulations are the cause of our fears.
From the scars of past battles and reopened old wounds.
Then the cycle begins as the problems balloon.
Like a forest fire burning out of control,
And you have only your spit to defeat the fires roll.
Other times like a grave at the bottom you’ll groan,
“Are you done burying me?” Then they’ll throw on a stone.
And trap you in the maze with no end in site.
So you run blindly on in hope of seeing the light.
To end these troubled times that rake havoc on the brain.
And hope in the end all this was not in vain.