I found a thought

Thinking, contemplating, conjuring
Searching for a hint of a thought;
Wondering, pondering, blending.
In the wickedness of the world
A pure innocence or circumstance?
Perhaps just drunken words, hurled.
Riddle me this?
Is it blind or wide eyed like an owl in the night
A love that might... in that blissful kiss.
Do we dare wield such swords?
Slicing our very souls in the night!
Such exquisite, elegant, succulent words...
Is it fated or just casual coincidence
That justifies our external actions;
Or just another moonlit dance.
Bleeding hearts and falling petals
Whiskey dreams and sweet slumbers;
Fast rides and burning pedals.
Accelerate, accelerate! My quiet heartbeat!
In this nowhere, anywhere, everywhere!
In the chill, the very air we heat.
Is it wicked or playful innocence?
Temptation or determination?
The dance we dance without pants...
Burning! Searing! Bodies shaking!
Frost touched lips and heated mist;
A dream, a thought? Another waking...

Puzzle Pieces

Puzzle pieces...

Puzzle pieces, probably the best way to describe you and I. Her and him, we and them.

Puzzle pieces... a menagerie of all the things that make up our lives. From jobs, to hobbies, to the little things we do to start our day.

Puzzle pieces... as we journey and move thru this life. We slowly put those pieces, the pieces of our lives together. Forming a picture of each of our lives.

Puzzle pieces... your jumbled pieces and my jumbled pieces. As we go along, we try to put others into our puzzles, piece by piece. Sometimes molding, sometimes a little effort is needed to click them into place.

Puzzle pieces... sometimes, just sometimes someone comes along who fits with your pieces. Forming a grander picture then you thought. Without effort they just click... click, click, click!

Puzzle pieces... your jumbled pieces and my jumbled pieces become OUR  jumbled pieces. Clicking, starting, forming our tomorrow, our life... with just a few clicks of puzzle pieces...

oh, there you are!

Twas a silver spoon
Perhaps the stars aligned;
A wink and a nod from the man in the moon.
Perhaps paces at high noon
That granted you and I
A dance under the moon, that silver spoon.
Perhaps it was a falling star
A wish, to open a door;
To peak in... oh, there you are!
Perhaps it was cupid and a little bow
A shot in the dark, did it hit the mark?
Two, just maybe... one, with a little arrow
Surely, twas a silver spoon
Stars and the cosmos aligned
A wink and a nod from that man in the moon.
A falling star, that opened a door
To peak in... and see; oh, there you are!

A compendium of poetic moments (volume 1)

That someday

I see a future, a someday
A day of waking, rejoicing;
I'm looking back smiling on that day
I see smiles, hugs, laughter
A day I need nothing more
Just listening to the random loving chatter.

I see that great beyond, that tomorrow
Filled with love, warmth, togetherness;
The joy overwhelms, drowning the sorrow
I see embraces, hope, tenderness
A day that continually flows
No more lost in the wilderness.

I see such a life, a world, a family
Having all I ever wanted...
A happily ever after, happily.
I see kisses and futures beyond
Wholeness, completeness;
The journey led me to where I belonged.

I see that someday, that goodness
The day dreams are made of;
Celebrating life in all it's beautiful kindness.
I see that place, that tomorrow
Smiling, laughing, hugging, sharing, kissing!
With only one want left... more time to borrow.