Pillow Talk

Hold me close, pillow,

cradle head, bolster heart,

soothe me with dreams-

I know just where to start. 

Siren song, pillow,

please sing me to sleep,

promising blankets 

bury quiet and deep.

Lullabye, pillow,

lift my spirit, eyes closed,

yours is the embrace 

I long for the most. 

Yearning (We Come for the Accolades, Stay for the Gold)

Yearning 

means learning enough's not enough, 

means hoping you're made of some sturdier stuff, 

means staying to fight when the going gets tough,

Yearning is forging the trail.

Yearning 

means wishing on stars that won't shine, 

means working to make what once was theirs, mine, 

means perfect is better, means better is fine. 

Yearning means forsaking frail.

Yearning

means sacrifice, nothing held dear, 

means working and pushing yourself- year after year, 

means being content is the one thing you fear. 

Yearning is brave, so begin.

Yearning 

means knowing there are loftier things,

means learning to fly, means just spreading your wings,

means pursuing greatness, until your soul sings.

Yearning means coming to win. 

Welcome to Atlanta

Skeletal branches 

scrape the midnight sky, 

and the moon 

plays peekaboo 

with the gathering clouds. 

I have never been 

so alone. 

Midnight Son

Keep your sun, Icarus,

for you know I have my own: 

smile brighter than the only 

light you've ever known. 

Blue his eyes, just like the sky, 

and bluer still than love-

proof that someone loves me,

Someone up above.

Second Draft Poem #2

So many hours 

wasted on wishing, 

wasted on wanting, 

regret. 

Frivolous harmonies 

don't change 

the bass line, 

a hand doesn't change 

with the bet. 

So many hours 

used to convince 

this restless heart 

to be still, 

so many prayers 

lifted up to 

the night sky, 

but Providence moves

when it will. 

So many hours 

revisiting memories, 

adding the words 

left refrained.

So many hours, 

wasted on wishing,

when only 

so many hours 

remain. 

6 AM, I'm Dreaming

Digital love songs, 

headlights in the dark,

Always in overdrive, 

never in park.

Give me a roadmap, 

just one destination,

(this goes downhill quickly, 

it's steep de-gradation). 

Iowa's calling, 

or a tropical beach,

sand in our toes 

and tequila in reach.

Warmth of the sun,

or ice on a lake

I'm drowning here, baby, 

we need an escape.

Second Draft Poem #1

As easy as this shouldn't be

it's harder than I thought;

you run away from love so deep,

when love is what you sought.

I pray that happiness and you

are one until you die;

those that question family

don't see you through my eyes. 

Oh,I have seen your soul unwound-

the times your heart's voice wasn't bound.

When life blows cold wind, chilling bone,

Remember, darling, I am home. 

Choose

Heartache makes great art, 

but so too does joy, my love-

let happiness in. 

Paint Poem

You
are the
old paint
under the new.
There is no
replacing
you-
and though
you stay
hidden,
you are
the base
on which
each new color
rests.
So I will paint
muddy gray or
sky blue or even
sunshine yellow-
and know that
you
are still here.

Resolutions

Be kinder, 

     be sweeter,

don't harden, 

     just soften.

Stop chasing, 

     start running, 

smell roses 

     more often. 

Take pictures, 

     write letters,

read stories 

     of martyrs.

Set goals and 

      achieve them,

work smarter, 

     not harder. 

Relax more, 

     enjoy life, 

Drink wine and 

     eat chocolate

Forgive and 

     remember-

(don't expect

     to forget.)

Leave your mark 

     on the world-

Just jump, don't 

     be nervous.

Your life is 

     worth living,

so live it 

     with purpose.