Life's Nostalgia...

Not wanting to wake,

But still opening my eyes.

Greeting me were chirping, tweeting birds and a lake,

Greeting back were my yawns and sighs.

All around me, brown leaves are dancing

Their last waltz, tango; their last pirouette.

Alas, how cruel, fate and time are ever advancing,

Stopping abruptly when the number's up, like a game of roulette.

Now, as I look around, older and humble,

Consternation shall be mine companion and friend.

For it was this foolish boy who thought life was a rumble,

And if not for you, that would have been his thought to the very end.

Yes, you have shown me a side untold.

Who knew a love from a schoolboy could be so bold?

You took a world so blisteringly cold,

You made me happy and warm in your loving hold.

Now, I'm old and wrinkled;

Like aged paper, worn, torn and crinkled.

I look around from my old oak tree once more,

To the world I knew so well before,

Before closing my eyes forevermore...

My Words...

Take my hand,

I'll hold you tight.

Let's go to a distant land,

Everything'll be alright.

We'll walk by the beach

On a starry night.

We'll cuddle in each other's reach

While your beauty glows in the moon's innocent light.

Thank you, for loving me.

Before this I was afraid, you see.

Because of wounds, so deep,

I could barely sleep.

Now, you've come along

Like the sweet chorus to a cynical song.

You've brought a life, once forlorn,

From a man once dead, now reborn.

"Thank you" can never be words enough,

To describe my feelings for you though.

I know it may seem all too sudden and what not

For others to see us talking about tying the knot.

But I really can't picture my life,

Without you,

Without you as my wife

I really can't live, it's true.

So, I guess what I want to say is,

I love you,

And I never want to be without you.

Because, from now on, you're my only bliss.

Princess and the Toad...

Have you ever had a dream about your future,

About the perfect girl you'd ask to be your wife,

To raise a family and cuddle with on the furniture,

To grow old and live with the rest of your life?

There's this girl that I just met.

It's crazy but she makes me forget

The choking sadness I've hid all this time

And makes me wanna paint her beauty in every rhyme.

She doesn't think she's hot

Nor does she know the hook she's got

On my heart and I pray not,

That she leaves me to rot.

Her eyes sing to me a song

Of love, once denied.

Though it may be long

I hope, from our love, she won't hide.

We share a common goal

Of one day having our own shoal.

Boys in the backyard playing ball

She'll teach our daughter to bake and all.

She's shown me that God has his plans,

And while I ain't one of his bigger fans,

I'm so grateful he's shown me this road.

For, in this fairytale, she my princess and I'm the toad.

A Poem Of Dismay...

Rise, my fallen
Your vengence shall be gotten
For the vicissitudes of fate
Has crippled democracy on this date.

Voice your displeasure,
Vacate their premise,
Validate your anger at this censure
And we shall march on to their demise.

Come, my friends,
Come, my people,
Come, my countrymen, to the ends
And let's see their reign cripple.

From the shores we shall sing,
From the valleys we shall ring,
From the hills we shall bring,
Change to a country thus deserving.

Let not the vox populi be vanquished,
Let this betrayal be our votive for revolution,
To end the venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and
vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.

Let not our suffering be in vain
Let not our strength wane,
Let not our passions tame
But, most importantly, let us not be oppressed like a lame.

A Family By The Sea...

I dream most nights

Of the northern lights

Shining upon our cabin by the shore

And thinking what more can I ask for.

I used to sketch everyday

What our life would be like in bloom of May.

But never once did I hear you say

Anything about a family or us in that way.

You knew you were dying

And even though you were trying,

As hard as you might to keep,

Seeing you so meek, just made me weep.

You used to smile at my little hints of our life

How I would one day make you my wife

About the three kids we'd have raised

Even about the Terrier we loved and praised.

Then you left so suddenly

I couldn't cry, I couldn't see.

Most importantly

Because you were everything to me.

Now, those photographs are tear stained reminders

Of a life that could have been.

If only God didn't have to seal his binders

On a lovely angel that I've seen.

Kids playing tag by the old oak tree

Our dog, Rover, lapping them happily.

I once dreamt of you and me,

With our family by the sea...

Move On...

Many poems have been written,

Many more have yet to see the light of day.

It's by your charm and grace I've been smitten,

More so now than I've ever yet to say.

Though the past have left its scars on us,

Let's leave it out of our verse.

And when I see your face,

I know I've found my place.

You can't fully trust,

And I wish to make us last.

We each have our blades of rust

But let's keep them in the past.

If I had a thousand songs to sing,

They'd be all about you and the joy you bring.

When you're not with me, it's harder to sing along

And it's harder for me to move on...

Change...

Some nights I close my eyes and I dream of you.

Though you’re no longer here, I miss you, I do.

Then I wake up and start to feel blue

Because the love we had…it just seemed so true.

Not a day goes by I don’t feel guilty

For straying on you, my love.

Though all I can do is curse God for this cruelty

That you are watching over me from up above.

Alas, I seek your forgiveness this time.

For I have but found a glimmer of the joy we once had.

I beg you free me from my bind and not see this as a crime.

Also, I pray you won’t be sad.

I still remember our little strolls in the park;

Of promises we made to each other.

I’ll cherish our kisses in the dark

 And someday soon, I pray we’ll be together.

For now, I think I’ve fallen for her.

In so many ways, she does remind me of you.

Perhaps now’s not the time to say either,

But this feeling sticks to me like glue.

Everything about her describes a saint.

Her caring nature,

Her loyal stature,

It all seems so quaint.

She makes me want to fill a thousand pages full of rhymes.

To be a poet of romantic lines,

To encase her beauty in time,

With words none too sublime.

She’s different in one way you won’t believe

She makes me want to change for the better and to strive.

Not in a way that would deceive

No, she makes me want to be the man that she deserves in life.