Some may dream *a sonnet

Some may dream of far away places

distant destinations and strange faces
Some may dream to be in, some 'other' where
some 'other' where away from 'this' here
lack not the imagination to distance self from this chair
wish not somewhere other than my here and there
satified simply with my here with her
distant dreams of distaft destinations i do not defer

Have heard and have seen
of some 'other' where that some dream
Some may dream of far away places
Distant destinations and strange faces

But my soul does not ache to travel so fer
But my soul does ache for the presence of her

ramblings of a rabid love (sonnet)

the sun shines everywhere except inside myself
trust forever broken packed safely on the shelf
hate that I no longer t r u s t you
 but when its broken what can i do
wondering where this is going, i know where it's been
 forever reflecting, i have done it again
 just trying to enjoy the present
cause that's all i have with her


how to t r u s t when it has been broken?
most of what is left is not spoken
 words left unsaid
 is love dead?

same old thing turns anew
 life changing what to do
lies disguise the truthful fact
tired of dealing with all the crap

hear the winter wind howl
 give my best don't give damn scowl

I hate me

I love you for you

I hate me for me

causing a separation between we

Wanting to be close yet not suffocating

Independent dependent on still relating

New bonds wanted by me to be creating

Old habits needs to be sedating

A future to look forward to

A past to reflect *regret upon

a present for us to belong

better with you

This is just let you know I hope
that God will bless in your life
as you have a blessing in mine

I hope for a touch of the divine
and am grateful you're my wife
even if I maybe sappy and a bit of a bloke

Whenever you are around
my feet slightly lift off the ground
The clouds I can easily walk upon for
When you're away, it's you I long for

You are my luck charm
I love to hold you in my arms

October 18th

without the fluff, we say we have had enuff

something more substantial to pre-occupy

what will inspire us to pass the time by?

What purpose drives you in your life?

What makes you soar above the strife?

I cannot provide the answers you seek

Stagnation in solitude will send an odor - reek

Play with the words, and scramble them up

dredge in the mire and deliver from muck

I hate when i don't give a *&%$ or a #@$% !!

Enclosed

A letter is bound and confined by an envelope
Rooms but defined by the walls that surround
One knows their place when standing on the ground
Or the wind in their face running on a downhill's slope.

Just a man, a working man zombie
Just know my past holds my future
Testify to the fact the habits that hold me. Sure,
I know the chains that bind me

Self-imposed, self-contained
Self-less acts, less of self each day
A coin lost in its cracks, less each day
Have I the drive to break these chains?

A ballad binds the bounds of rhyme
Tredding tirelessly in the tracks of time

Appendix added additional angst
Chains choke the chances not chanced
Gains from a gamble not second-glanced
What is real? Will I feel? As I kneel...

Fly butterfly