For you, there'll be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining,
And I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right

To you, I'll give the World
to you, you will never be cold
'Cause you feel my warmth when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right.

And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before.

'Evermore" the little dollarstore skull dances
red plastic stones for eyes
glowing hot like the tail lights
smeary glittering in the rain
the fabric roof thudding with
the steady drops
a wiper motor clunks
the great chromed arms
shunting back and forth
like a loom weaving sadness

MALINCONIA

The melodies flow like a magic spell
through my veins
and my soul languishes
to hear them again,
a sweet sadness fills me
to near dying….
everything is lost.
Time has hidden me away
into dark places
I mourn the years Death
has taken from me
and the music I used to be.

I told my hatred
to kick the bucket.
Long has it been,
a pest, it seems,
refusing to give in.
forgiving a sin.

It spat and hissed.
"You have a right
to be pissed!"
so says the blight
who flashed to me
the reasons to be
angry.

Common sense intervened
and I stood my ground.
With hatred, the devil wins
my lost peace won't be found.
Thus I stabbed its heart
with blades of wisdom
and tore it apart.

coming for an audition

When eyes meet
we smile
but look away for a while
then again through the corner of an eye
we look glancing by
and then one winks
it’s always me

then the wink is returned smilingly
we come forward simultaneously

a step on her foot
she says ouch
and I say vouch

we kiss
then dance
it’s a beginning of a romance

we sing
she is happy we fling
then when time's up
we get the band roll

AFTER THE "GARDEN"

We all strive to find a special place
above all others; a unique space
that rises above the commonality
of the human race and belies mortality;
we storm the heavens in conflagration,
like fallen angels, and curse the inequity
of Creation only to live in constant anguish
not to know what we are not meant to know
for all is beyond our understanding.
ignorance is our peace and our salvation
arrogance Is our Fall.

You frustrate me
You who gives just enough
But never too much
And never till it hurts
Who shares but keeps secrets
Who is honest but lies

You anger me
You enrage me
You hurt me
You confuse me
And I love you
Then I hate you
Not really you
But the way you make me feel

And I want to show you
And I want to teach you
I want you to hear
Listen, not just hear
And know
That you aren’t always right
And you don’t understand
Because you don’t take the time
To

Very often I wonder
Is it worth my time...
to waste my invaluable time
humouring all who read me for fun
then I think it's time to wind up ...but the cold outside
ooooo so cold... all snow
my mind beckons me
composing poetry is best for all ye
as I pass time and spare the mind
the eyes are partially blind
so I have you all in mind
as you read poetry sublime

IN THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS

It’s been so quiet and still,
silence broken only by phantom
voices in my dreams and the sound
of my own thoughts in my waking hours.
how lonely it has been,
how sickened the heart,
how lost the soul
in the Shadow of the Cross.

Richard for Joe