A little slice of heaven

A little slice of heavenIs a cup of hot coffee
On a cold winters day,
Sitting in a cafe by the beach,
With you.
Our sound track is the sea's sweet roar,
As we talk of everything and nothing.

A little slice of heaven,
Is sitting in in the spring watching the bud flower,
Feeling the rain shower us with its healing embrace.
Being totaly and utterly emersed,
Dispersed by love.
Till all we areIs truth and light.

A little slice of heavenIs sitting naked with you
In the glory of the summer sun
With nothing to prove but the beauty of form.
Making love
To life,
To truth,
To each other
And knowing we are the only judge and witness
To an act of sheer desire.

A little slice of heaven
Is sitting with you in the silence of Autmn's sweet embrace,
Watching the sun as it bids the world goodnight
And bends to kiss the earth.
Not a sound but our heart beats,
In unison with a dying world.

A little slice of heaven
Would be the realisation of my desires,
Would be seasons spent in the sunlight of you eyes.
But that prize is not mine to claim.
So I see the season through,
Devoid of all coulor,
Because I will never be your

Thou Lovest me once.

Thou lovest me once in the holly briers,
Thou lovest me twice by the homecoming fires,
Thou lovest me thrice and thenst no more,
Thou tookest my maidenhood and left me a whore.

I death.

In death,
As never in life,
I have the freedom to be.
I will be at rest,
At peace.
Condemed,
Judged,
Found unworthy.
In this nightmare of doubt and pain,
I stumble and fall.
I would have set the world a flame
And made evrything new,
If only I was alowed.
But my rights
And dignity have been stripped from me.
Taken I lie bruised and broken.
The rock of the world
Is my tomb.

Life.

You cut me down.
Every time I think I can be more,
You hack me off at the knees.
I lie here before you,
A bleeding, blooded mess
Because you will not alow me to be more.
I jump,
A grotesque,
A shadow play,
But you always drag me back.
Why won't you just let me be?

Prozac.

My bitter pill
How I love you.
You are at the very heart of me.
You complete me,
Make me whole.
"It is in Prozac we trust!"
I miss you
And your gentle,
Calming ways.
The false euphoria,
The puppet's grin.
Come back my bitter pill.
All is forgiven.

The Truth of Friendship.

You are the gash,
The red slash across my heart.
You are the first,
And last,
Knife in my back.
You are love promise
Beyond fullfilment.
I know you.
The more I look,
The more I see.
The more I see,
The more I know.
The more I know,
The less I understand.
What ever happened to the truth of friendship?

I wish.

I wish you knew me,
Truely and with out reserve.
I wish you could trust
That you could tell me,
And I wouldn't be hurt.
I wish that you had the courage
Of your convictions,
I wish you were able to face me
In open warfare.
I wish I didn't have this image
Of being unstable
And unable
To cope.
I wish you had the faith
In me
To know that I love you
And trust you and I would do nothing to jepordise our friendship.
I just wish.

You never truely loved me.

Words fail me,
I'm left in silence.
In your lies,
Dressed as sweet promises,
I saw the earth.
But you are like all the rest,
Betrayer,
Betrayed.
I saw the world
Lost in flames,
Because you never truely loved me.

Strange Voodoo.

You slay me with your wicked ways,
Your evil eye penertrates to the very heart of me.
Hexed I lie bleeding in your arms,
A demented sort of sanctuary.
In your strange voodoo
I find my peace,
Your magnetic witch craft is all of me.
I ask for nothing,
Yet you give me your pain.
Don't I have to carry enough of my own?

On silver Mountian.

The girl a top silver mountain
Waits for her lover,
But her lover will never come.
His bones lie shattered,
And broken,
Deep on the valley floor.
How valiantly he fought for her,
Only to be toppled,
His bones picked clean by carrion,
His smile
A bleached, rictus grin.
She still waits for lover
A top silver mountain,
And counts each day that passesa blessing,
Because she know they will be reunited,
One day soon.

The writer.

Notebook on notebook,
Page by page,
I live in a world,
One with out age.
The words form in my brain,
I write them down,
I tell the story,
Of the Princess and the clown
Of tears and sadness,
Of hearts longing to be filled,
Of war and senselesness,
Preciaous blood as it is spilled,
Stories of hope,
Stories of fears,
Stories that will make you
Shed a tear.
I am a word smith
It's story I fasion,
Telling life tales
Is my joy
And my passion.

Dancers.

You catch my breath
In the palm of your hand
And hold it in your heart forever.
Every joyful beat,
As the rusty organ pulses to life,
Is yours.
You have awoken something in me
That is beyond words,
Beyond speaking.
We are treasured,
You and I,
The pied pipers that set the tune.
We dance because we know we can,
Uffertered by convention
And by life.
We dance in the sunshine,
We dance in the dark,
We dance becaused we are beloved.
Beloved of each other
And the devine heartbeat of the universe.
We dance because we can
And in dancing we are one.

My All.

Melting,
I fade into silence.
You ask more of me
Than I can give.
Shattered,
I fade into the background,
A ghostly image superimposed on your life.
Why won't you let me rest in peace?
Perfection I always have to find for you.
But I'm dying,
Fading,
So slowly that even I don't realise how little is left.

Ask what you will of me,
But realize this:
I have already given you all that I can.
I'm drying up
Because you sap my strength.
Don't you realize I'm giving my all?
To you,
To them,
To the million other leaches
That demand a peice of me.
I can do no more,
Give no more,
For I have given you my all.