Y.O.U

There are days I’m tempted to write
About these things I feel, these things I think
These things I wish...concerning you
Some have called it a breath of fresh air
Others have called it butterflies within
And I begin to question what it is to me

This much I know
Your smile is renewing
Your laugh is contagious
Your voice in itself is a voice
And your speech is seemingly real
Unadulterated and very free
You leave me wanting more

I don’t know enough to be a good judge
But so far am crazy about what I see
Am already wishing big on you
And praying because that’s all I can do

My mind suddenly has a niche for you
And refuses the restraint I try to pull
They never stop nor go away...to be continued

Resolve

Resolve to laugh harder
Or to tear more
Resolve to jump higher
Or walk slower
Resolve to shout louder
Or to speak softer
Resolve to read faster
Or to listen deeper
Resolve to care more
Or to care much less
Resolve to live better
Or to die older
Whatever you do...
Resolve.

Keep Writing?

Having something in mind is one thing
Writing it down is another
Making sense of it is a different matter
And hoping someone else can understand is even harder

Mixed thoughts become mixed words
If you get lucky, mixed ink on a page
Or a blog full of unexplored thoughts
Words can really never be bought

One day they say it’s a gift,
Another day you’re almost sure it’s a curse
You can’t explain it, but you think it
You can’t tell it but you can write it

Are you misunderstood or your words are not enough
Is the reader sinking deep into your thoughts
Or is it just a page of unending words
the reader can’t wait to be rid of

The secret may have been found:
Keep writing, at least for you
May be someone will get it maybe someone wont
May be they know you are talking to them
May be they’ll never see it
But keep writing, at least for you.

The pointer will always flash,
I choose to move it along
With words from thoughts and truths of life
I keep writing, at least for me.

Friendly Crucifixion

Words could mean nothing and a gesture could be ignored
Coming from a stranger whose life you know not
A frown or a smile, who cares?
Tears or laughter...of a stranger...no fears
An incomplete statement from a foe
No need to get the whole
It really leaves you unchanged

Words and gestures from a friend mean everything
A friend you know too well
A frown must be your fault or an inner thought
A smile still could be your fault or what you thought
Tears and laughter yours to join
Fears yours to confront
An incomplete statement is just like a sword
Cutting slowly and insuring harm,
a slow and painful one
Call it a friendly crucifixion

Wishing On You

Am holding my breath, hoping you are the next call I get
Hoping for that chat or just a text
My thoughts are breached with drops of you
I think of a happy ending and contentment with you
If I could be granted this big wish
Feels like my world would be better brighter

But somehow it all fizzles out into a dream, the impossible
Am almost sure that call will never come and
Am not even looking forward to that text
My heart goes a little low and grieves in silence for what could be
I wonder if I’m hoping too soon or just being a pest too sweet
Feels like my wish is in no genie’s reach

Then one day there is another turn and all is seemingly well
That call finally comes, the phone is ringing loud and clear
I wonder what this treat could be, I look forward to another sweet encounter
There is talk and laughter, laughter I like.
Then I start to wish the more, am thinking the “what if” all over again
I hang up with a smile of hope and whisper a prayer of things to be