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Firenze Train (9/98)

Stalks standing stagnant 

in sun dried sand.

Silently stating

"So I stand."

Until time to replenish

Until time to begin

Stalks standing, standing still.

Dried husks devour dirt and

dust along the tracks.

Foreigners see yet

never look back.

Remembering only

The fields of joy

Not the sadness

Of stilted deploy.

Awaiting the new year

With laughter aplenty

Joyous revival 

Suns solace delight

Stalks standing

Sway subtly

with life.

Thinking Thoughts

Sitting,

Thinking thoughts out loud.

Talking to myself is how

I process daily life.

Recalling actions of the day

insecure questions

out loud I say:

Why am I doing this?

You just are.

Why have I never done this before?

You weren't ready.

Am I ready now?

Yes.

How do I know?

You just do.

What am I ready for?

Wait and see.

Sitting,

Thinking thoughts out loud.

Internal answers

make me proud.

Processing thoughts 

on daily life

as time goes by.

Questions

Where am I going?

What am I doing?

What awaits me there?

I don't know the answer

but if I did,

I'm sure I would be scared.

Complicated Connection

Fantasy and Reality are not

mutually exclusive identities

of what you see or perceive to be

but conditions based upon

the simple duality

of our complicated connection

to what has to be.

Feeding Frenzy (7/24/02)

The man in the shades

sifting seeds to those who wait

watches as they alight around him

in frantic flight.

Will he bring us more delight?

We will follow where he leads

for he has the magic seeds.

Power play to lead them on

Knowing their appetites are strong.

Feels like a king

but this he knows

It's only because of the seeds he sows.

Open to the Possibilities

I've been told

I'm too nice.

I'm not real

I'm too strong

I'm too old

I'm too young

I've been told
I'm intimidating
I'm too smart

I thought you'd be seeing someone,

I'm too independent

If you were a girl...

Am I so much a mother figure,

teacher, sister, friend,buddy

That my femininity has disappeared completely?

Open to the possibilities

but often I find they don't seem open to me

Love is out there

Waiting patiently

Discovering it's a

painful, wonderful journey 

Here I go again

exploring

hoping to make a marvelous discovery

I cannot listen to 

what I've been told

Open to the possibilities

Love will see me.

Just One of Many

Much like Greta Garbo

You want to be Alone

You claim that you are happy

being on your own.

To be in love makes you uneasy

Physical fun's your priority.

Just one of many

is what you want from me.

Just one of many

so you can remain free.

Just one of many 

is what you want from me.

You've planned your life with the design

that in your heart no one is mine.

You mention often

I'm just one of many

You mention often no one is 

special to you.

You mention often

I'm just one of many.

One of many seems better

than just one of two.

Somehow your heart's been awakened

by a one of many brand  new.

Love has found You

Congratulations,

I'm happy for you;

But First Runner Up's not

what I wanted  to do.

Often you've mentioned

I'm just one of many.

Of women in this life

you have had plenty.

Often you've mentioned 

I'm just one of many

One of many it somehow

seems better it's true

than to discover that

I'm now just one of two.

You say you're not ready to just set me free.

You're falling for her but you're happy with me.

A couple is two it can never be three.

One of many you told me and 

that I could be.

One of many in this case

seems better to me.

I was here first  and

second place out of two

Is something I'm just

not willing to do.

Often you mentioned

I'm just one of many.

Plans for our future 

I didn't have any.

Lovers embracing all we could do.

This situation 

 I could pursue.

But somehow my darling 

one of two

just won't do.

One of many's much better

Than to be second place

in a situation where

I'm just one out of two.

Broken Bubble

A sound proof bubble of music and art.

A state of limbo for a broken heart.

You play guitar. We stare at stars.

The world for the moment is ours.

Routine visits form a slight bond.

Live in the moment don't envision beyond.

I mend my heart as you create arts

The world for the moment departs.

Outside reality begins to seep in.

Attachments are formed more than a friend.

The Bubble is broken. No words are spoken.

This world's final moments beckon.

Unconditional Utopia

Although I held you in my arms

My senses filled with all your charms

Although I held you in my arms

You were miles and miles away.

You whispered plans of things to come

Romantic nights and the rising sun

You whispered plans of things to come

Your broken promises made me numb

Unconditionally

That's how you think of me

Unconditionally

It doesn't say you love me

Unconditional

Is your Utopia

Unconditional

What are you hoping for?

Is unconditional just your way

of telling me that it's okay

For you to plan for brighter days

When you are never sure you'll stay.

Although I held you in my arms

You were still beyond my reach

You constantly reminded me

You were not mine to keep

Although I held you in my arms

My senses filled with all your charms

You constantly reminded me

You'd miles to go before you sleep.

Unconditionally

That's how you think of me

Unconditionally

It doesn't say you love me

Unconditional

Is your Utopia

Unconditional

What are you hoping for?

Thanks to You

Thanks to you

I'd forgotten the awkwardness of wondering what to say.

Thanks to You

I'd forgotten the loneliness at the end of the day.

Thanks to you

I'd forgotten the look of disappointment.

Thanks to you

I'd forgotten questions like "How is your time spent?".

Thanks to you

I'd forgotten broken promises of calls to come.

Thanks to you

I'd forgotten the monotony of "Where are you from?".

Thanks to you

I'd forgotten the silliness of "How's my hair?".

Thanks to you

I'd forgotten the wondering of what to wear.

Thanks to you

I'd forgotten the strangeness of someone new.

Thanks to you

I'd forgotten the anxiety of "What will we do?".

And now, Unfortunately 

Thanks to you

I am remembering again what once was forgotten

And it is all

Thanks to you.

A Thought

She wrote the words,

"The world was wrong."

She sang the notes 

of nature's song.

All at once

a thought occurred 

"We belong,

It's not absurd."

Tomorrow

You may want to think of tomorrow

 and the promises it brings.

You may want to think of tomorrow 

and a million other things.

You may want to think of tomorrow 

and all the passion it may hold,

fields of dreams and stores of gold

But tomorrow's still unclear

Today is all that's here.

Budding Passion

Beautiful People

Beautiful Place

Beautiful Passion

Beautiful Pace

Unexpected Answers

Unexpected Activity

Unexpected Art

Unexpected Ability

Deliberate Speed

Deliberate Scale

Deliberate Spark

Deliberate Sail

Delicate Scene

Delicate State

Delicate Step

Delicate Shape

Indescribable Ideas

Indescribable Inventions

Indescribable Interludes

Indescribable Intentions

Natural Operator

Natural Option

Natural Oracle

Natural Ocean

Genuine Narrative

Genuine Nerve

Genuine Nonsense

Genuine Notion

Life Despite Fear

It's not a life without fear

But a life despite fear

That keeps me in the game.

Why strive for more

if there's nothing

to get your feet on the floor?

Why reach higher

if there's nothing

to motivate your desire?

It's not a life without fear

But a life despite fear

That makes me master every challenge.

Why run faster 

if there's nothing

to make you move past disaster?

Why work harder

if there's nothing

to generate your going farther?

Many people say live a life without fear

But without fear,

How do we master each challenge?

How do we face new horizons?

How do we inspire?

How do we succeed? 

It's not a life without fear

But a life despite fear

That keeps us ahead of the game.

I live life despite fear.

Can you say the same?

ROOTS AND WINGS

I thought that wings would help me fly

Would help me sail the world

But all they did was teach me how to fall

Was teach me to walk and stay on earth.

I need roots with wild streaks to keep me in line.

I can’t keep up with winged streaks

I just keep falling behind.

I cannot fly before I walk.

I cannot walk without a thought

To that which I’m walking on.

In time my roots will let me grow wings.

In time I can do anything.

Ongoing Decisions V

Forced to make decisions again and again

When will this come to an end?

Time's not on my side.

Reality's rude.

This time life,please,

 have something positive ensue.

Ongoing Decisions IV

Still looking for something I once thought I'd find.

Something keeps making my heart hit the ground.

It isn't so easy how do I seek out again,

This something so elusive I can't comprehend.

Ongoing Decisions III

Too many questions;

Too many doubts,

Decisions I'd rather live without.

What do I do?

Inner self I ask you.

Tell me what do I do.

Ongoing Decisions II

Hiding out has come to an end.

Seeds of doubt are not my friend.

Constantly yearning,

This emotion is burning,

What does this path intend?

Ongoing Decisions I

Forced to make decisions again

Time's not on my side.

Life intrudes.

Reality's rude.

Another moment has died.