Poetry - 3

I sit at my window overlooking the sea

And I think of lands far away

I wonder what things people there see

I wonder, do they like today?

Is there someone out there like I am?

They wonder about someone else

They do the same things that I can

Is there someone like myself?

How could they help but wonder

What it is like over here?

What's their summer compared to ours?

Is their year like our year?

Do they hear the same bird songs?

Do they smell the same flowers?

Do their grasses grow so long

During the April showers?

I wonder if someone is looking this way

Wondering if there is someone like me

Wondering if I like the day

And wondering what I see

1982

Early Poetry - 2

Vengeance is all around

When the sun goes down

And the wind begins to blow

The sky turns black

The stars don't shine

And the air becomes so cold

Over there

Behind the stone

A shadow of death is seen

You can't run

You can't hide

You can't even scream

As it fades away

You move about

Trying to be so brave

But you best beware of this night

For it brings vengeance

From the grave

Early Poetry

Blood red clouds fill the sky

Look towards the sun and wonder why

The breezes bring a scent of dead

Wonder if it is in your head

Then you see others looking about

On their faces a shadow of doubt

Something strange has taken place

You can see it on every face

Now the blue sky turns to green

People once kind now turn mean

Clouds once white turn to red

Common now becomes blood shed

Faces go from bright to shady

Then you think that maybe, maybe

Maybe it will pass by soon

Maybe bright will shine the moon

Maybe things will soon be right

When this day becomes the night

1980

Desire

Morning sun silently slips into the room

Dispelling shadows as it creeps along the floor

The touch of heaven upon my hip urges me to wake

Memories of passion’s promise leave me hungering for more

I fully awaken as the breath of love kisses my neck

A whisper of desire tingles on my flesh as it dances in my ear

Warmth from the sun mingles with the warmth of love

Paradise is but a step away knowing that you are near

The tender rosebud, kissed by morning dew, begs to be loved

Trembling with the need to be touched, shivering as if it were cold

Anxious lips ache with longing knowing what thrill they will find

Gentle strokes softly roaming swiftly turning bold

Two hearts blend into one soul knowing each others desires