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How little you can really know
What other people think.

You set your heart on one idea
But in your actions sink.

Communication.

It's one thing to read between the lines,
But some people make it a whole different game.

They give you no words to read between,
And all that comes of it is shame.

They raise the stakes with harsher tricks
Ones that oppose the lines.

They lead you astray in their everyday actions;
You misinterpret the signs.

Or is it that you read them exactly?
Is it some game they like to play?

Maybe they're just confused and weak-minded,
Yet still they act with no delay.

One day this.  No today it's that.
And here we have a third day now, to make it this again, or that.

To make it worse it's not just anyone
But someone you thought you cared for.

They make it easy to change those feelings,
Time and again they dish out more.

Still worse is that you can't just stop
Though you'd like to blow them off.

They had a special place with you
And in their cruelty make you soft.

For if they have such power as this
To make you feel a fool,

It must be someone special to you
Not just a person acting cruel.


Jack-Ass.

What a Jack-Ass.

The whole time you were thinking
On a completely different plane.

Or were you really all along,
Before she caused the pain?

Still to take into account
That this is not the first,

More evidence that she was quenching
Her bogus brutal thirst.

Yet still there is the hope alive
That it was not thought through,

That she is just a foolish girl
Not knowing what to do.

By now there is but one thing left
For the tormented soul.

Stop bathing in the bath of pity.
Rise from the pity hole. 

The wrath of pity brings nothing good
Beyond a starting place,

To jump you on the train of life
That ends not in disgrace.

Why let her have that holy power?
She's not good enough for it.

You must be the bigger man
And use if for your bit.

Bite into it and don't forget.
In your head it shall remind,

When you feel different again
The memory you shall find.

The Lone Ranger.

We live together, share each other,
But, to each his own.

We cannot know what others think
Inside we are alone.

They make you stronger in the end
These situations gone awry,

The only one to catch your fall is the solitary I.

Moods

Grey skies above,
Blue clouds dot the stage,
Sitting on a park bench,
In the heat of gloom,
Waiting.

Waiting for the clouds,
To leave or come as they please,
And change with you,
As you open the curtain
To dawn.

With dawn comes the sun,
And a light that shines above
The skies and clouds
That block or let
Your smile shine with the sun.

Sitting on a bench,
And the sun stands up with you,
And walks you over to the station,
Where you decide the weather.

Inside the train,
But a tiny glimpse shows through
The scratched up windows,
With word meaning nothing
About the weather.

A mirror reflects the light,
And you feel the heat on your skin,
As it emanates from your decision,
And you're hungry
For the day.

Today will be a good day.

A Day In Lake Como

What lovelier music can be found
Than that made by nature herself?

The birds content themselves with song
As tries the flute playing elf.

Amid a setting such as this
The birds chirp there serene tune,

They are the alarm when you rise in the morning;
The melody bringing slumber under the dim light of moon.

Enveloped in a thin blue haze
You sit enchanted endless days.

The lake glistens in the sun
With the effect of a solid mass.

It taunts you like a spoken pun
To walk across its massive pass.

Through the fog, across the lake
Sits a mountain in his sleep of sleeps.

How many years until he wakes?
What ancient knowledge from him will seep?

Until that time the birds will nest
Among his boundless tree-filled chest.

And we will set across the way
And enjoy their sweet music day after day.

Under This Tucson Sun

Under this Tuscan sun,
Everything is freedom.
The perfect combination
Transports from this world, to this life, the life, life.
In an array of delicious colors,
The sounds envelop you,
And suddenly you can see the bits of air around you.
And in this instant of divinity,
Comes the primal realization that it was always there,
And you always knew it was there,
Even though you never knew it,
Could never see it.
Under this Tuscan sun,
Without warning it dawns on you
That all those unanswered questions
Which occupied so much of your mind in that world,
Do actually have answers;
Are not merely fantasy;
And the world is yours
Too.

That Night Sky

Such beauty there is to be found
In that we know nothing about!

Awe inspiring, never tiring,
The stars leave so very little to doubt.

In making up stories for each speck in the sky
We cover a fraction, but are never done.

The list goes on from here to dawn
And as far as the home of each twinkling sun.

Just sit and watch so you might catch a glimpse
Of one that shoots between them all.

Me, I stay planted on one sparkling light
In hopes near my spot it will fall.

What a crazy idea that we're all alone.
Unthinkable when you look into that night sky.

If it were the case that solely We were chosen
The only question is WHY?

But what beauty there is when you look upwards at night!
What's revealed to our eyes with the deep fall of light!

Such a gift we receive for nothing at all.
Every night of the year again and again, in love with the stars I fall.

Summer Days

As the sun shines upon my feet
With thoughts of summer I do meet

And days spent outside alone
Or with your friends whose hearts are shown

To have a place within for you
And you, for them, the same.

Birds chirp from their perch on trees
As leaves rustle in songs of glee.

You sit beneath and are lost at once
In the joyful summer days.

Long months in snow
You wait to know

Those times last year
Approaching near

And when they come
You enjoy the sun
Of those endless summer days.

For days on end you are healed by her
As Mother Nature shouts her ominous purr

Through Sun and Moon and Stars alike
Overwhelming your soul on the routine hike

Of life lived from day to day
In times so warm and gay.

In every case of coming home
The basics face you and you alone

To open up your slitted eyes,
Release the grateful pent up sighs

That try to leave but hit a wall
Before appreciation calls

Attention to all that you have
In those happy summer days.