Following Behind

My heart feels empty walking through your steps
The deepened fear that someone else is there
Haunts my mind and will not let me rest
Our comfort in each other's love and care
I wonder if my words still catch your eye
Or simply fall into the golden mix
Of awkward songs that need to be revised
With silent nods and preferential picks
The difference is abundant in your voice
Regardless of your demonstrative call
When someone else is waiting for your choice
I feel like I have no chance left at all

My frightened heart needs much more protection
From your divided love and affection

Seeds

The spring allows new hope for planted seeds
      A softer love will grow from tainted ground;
      Don't say the rose was never meant to breathe
      Those tiny petals are her only sound
      Call upon the rain to stop her wilting
      Demand the storm to turn from black to grey
      Melting ice has summer feeling guilty
      But winter song has one more note to play
      A cooler breeze will gently kiss her lips
      While warmer sunshine incubates her skin
      Remove the rose from winter's selfish tricks
      And find a place where she can bloom and give
      More seeds will fall to multiply new hope
      To breed the path where lovers come and go

Motivation

The motivation
came suddenly --
swiftly propelling me
into the hot morning air
forcing in me
a determination
to ignore my hurt
to break through the pain
to surpass my usual time
And the one thought
that fueled me
legs burning fire
heart pounding to an ache
while the tears became sweat
around my eyes
was for twenty four hours
someone imprisoned you
and I wasn't worth the try

Quiet Sunday

I feel the choice
your voice is muffled
Even my words
cannot color the emptiness
or paint the depth
of the blank stare
that holds me aware
Sunday, quiet Sunday

Fake

Pretend to appreciate
the sadness that you generate
as if by some inventive mistake --
you can fake my sympathy

Blade of Grass

The midnight frown upon her face
                        wanting only to share the peace
                        Finding dead ends at every road
                        trudging backward to her humble abode

                        This box of emptiness where she rests
                        misleading symbol of questions and tests
                        Knowing she would find her hidden desire
                        beyond the green grass guarded with fire...

                        For whom would she sing a silent lullabye
                        While the moon illuminated one tear from her eye?
                        At last she could dream for one if not two
                        and into her thoughts she no longer withdrew

                        The plan and the parts that she would play
                        seemed to reveal and light the way
                        With passion her guide and love as her duel
                        Never to concede or pay the fool...

                        What have you brought upon her mind
                        some happiness she believed she'd never find
                        And what of the promise to her you should make
                        to cherish, honor and appreciate

                        She breathes alone to isolate your heart
                        her love inspires the painter's art
                        Only to fulfill your desperate need
                        Smiles that beckon the strong to concede

                        Softest whisper into your faith
                        a planet's paradox within its wrath
                        For now soothing winds she brings to you
                        upon a blessing of trust and truth

                        And low, the angel his whisper bade
                        a constant nurture to the greenest blade
                        The grass would grow full like her love
                        Grace and triumph from God's hand above

                        Assign to her the infinite task
                        to submit to you the dawn of the past
                        And the future will bring the life that bore
                        the creation of a man for her to adore...

                        She worships to obsession the possibility...
                        that life can grow from futility

Empty

Missing appetite
Tree of life bears fruit to eat
You've lost your hunger