If You Knew

If You Knew

Do you want to find me?

How hard have you looked?

I am right in front of you

Invisible to your eyes

Your eyes look right through me

As if I wasn’t there

I know that you can’t hear me

You have no idea about me

What I have to say

How I feel about you

Why can’t you see me?

My heart beats for you and you alone

You have no idea I exist

And it doesn’t bother you in the least

But I am here

I do exist

I do love you more than you know

If only you knew

Who I Am

Who I Am

Why do I do everything wrong?

My hair

My beard

My old shoes

Not up to your standards

They are who I am

The man that I have become

My ideas are different than yours

They always have been

They always will be

I like the way I am

I chose to be this way

Why can’t you accept that?

I am not the Wall Street type

I cannot work the old 9 to 5

Routine doesn’t fit me

Hell, I don’t even own a suit

That’s the way I like it

I am who I am

That is all I can ever be

Accept me or don’t

That is your choice

It really doesn’t matter

I will still be me

Serenity

Serenity

Just one day in a lifetime

When the planets align

The stars twinkle with just the right rhythm

Breezes sound like a choir

The sun sets at just the right time

The baby sleeps all night long

You find a hundred dollars in your wallet

The car starts without a problem

Your wife wakes up with a smile

The mother-in-law leaves after two weeks

The Browns win the Superbowl

Baseball gets rid of the designated hitter

You talk yourself out of a speeding ticket

The weight you gained at the buffet fades away

A day like that is so rare

Serenity granted by the gods above

Still serenity is fleeting

Enjoy it while you can because tomorrow it may be gone

And once again the gods will crap on your life

Once again you will take it and smile

In the hope that another day will come

The Ancient Stone Wall

The Ancient Stone Wall

Green fields going on forever

Traveled by Romans, Celts and Brits alike

They each left their marks before they left

Walls built ages ago still stand

Made of rocks dug by hand

Carried by slaves taken from conquered peoples

Thousands of them stacked one by one

Each one a piece of art on its own

Covered by dull green moss

Ferns grow in their narrow cracks

They go on for countless miles

No one really knows who made them

Their names were lost to history

Still they are remembered

Their legacy remains in an ancient stone wall

Rocks placed with their sweat and blood

A timeless memorial to their spirit

Something that says the they were there

Fires Of Passion

Fires Of Passion

Such a fire

Uncontrolled passions

Hiding for so long

Erotically burning

Heating your body

Longing for a single touch

One moment of pleasure

The sharing of a breath

You were told that the fire was wrong

An evil within your body

Something that you have to deny

Still you dream of the moment

The fire will be satisfied

Your body will soar in orgasm

Although the fire will be sedated

The heat will always remain

Writing

Writing

Writing is a great thing to do

You can do it all alone

Or with a hundred other people

You can do it naked

Or wearing you best tuxedo

You can write a death if you are upset

Or a gentle kiss if you feel romantic

You can tell off someone who annoys you

Or compliment someone’s heart

You can climb to the mountaintop

Or dive to the depths of depravity

You can die a tragic death

Or live a life in paradise

Writing is a great thing to do

It is the one place you can truly be yourself

Berlin Wall

Berlin Wall

A large block of concrete

Locked in a museum

Its barbed wire twisted and rusted

Graffiti covers one side

Blood stains cover the other

People stand and stare

Some take pictures for their albums

All remember those who died

When they tried to escape oppression

They remember the few who escaped

Searching for the freedom they never had

It is more than a large block of concrete

Locked in a museum

Its barbed wire twisted and rusted

It is a memorial to lost freedom

It is a memorial to sacrifice

It is a memorial to human nature

And how it cannot be denied