Sensing (spring time!)

My Feet are
            perpetually dirty;
toes Sinking fast into
            early afternoon mud

My Eyes are
            impossibly blinded;
Sensitive from the
           long winter imprisonment

My Skin is
            eternally Kissed;
sweet rays of warmth
            mingling on the surface

My Heart is
            pounding fast;
Exhausted from
            splashing through spring puddles

Memories

One day, I'll remember
The poetry I read when I was young
And how it inspired words
Of long ago tomorrows

And one day, I'll remember
The songs we sang in so many yesterdays
The way we stayed up all hours
Wasting time with silly rhymes like these

And I'll remember the words we spoke
Barely uttered over candle light
The way it gave great insight
On how we'd perceived turbulent times

And I'll remember the wisdom we gathered
How we saw patterns change and falter
And how we deciphered the mysteries
Buried beneath early morning sunrise

But most of all, I'll remember
The way you smiled behind silent eyes
Even as you'd lean on me-
Wiping easy tears from your cheeks

I'll always remember
Your carefree melodies
How your high notes
Always filled up hearts and souls

I mean it when I say I could never forget my friend
Because pieces of you will always be beside me
Engraved into my mind, carefully
Etched by time

Raindrops

The sound of the Raindrop's
pitter-splat-plop
Slows down the world-
Nearly makes time stop.

And for the record, let me tell ya
How much I wish I had an umbrella right now
So I could take a walk in the rain
And leave my home upon Memory Lane.

I've become accustomed to seasonal change,
I've been feeling it in my bones-
For weeks and days it seems.
I've come to terms with knowing
Nothing ever stays the same

Worn

My jeans are tearin' at the seams,

Ain't got a buck to buy 'em new.

Guess I'll have to patch 'em up

For another year's wear and tear.

That's how we all live on;

Mending and tending old wounds.

Somehow, we all get on;

Replacing patches 'til they come undone.

On days when skies are dreary,

I look beyond the gray clouds.

In the back of my closet are those ripped jeans,

Crumpled and worn,

But they feel so right.

They still manage to hold together

While everything else falls apart.

That dirty denim tells a story

Carries all the good times and bad.

Even with the holes and stitches,

They hug me warmly like a glove.

Even in their frayed and tattered disarray,

They have helped me carry on.

Even though those jeans

Don't really look like much,

I know that they're invincible.

Those jeans are like a reflection

Of the meanders in the river of my being.

Those jeans seem to be all I need.

Phantom

The only place we'd ever met
was deep inside a dream.
So maybe it was fantasy
That kept me on my knees;
Praying, searching, wanting more
of you for me to feel

You hurt me once, and I can heal
Twice, and I give up
Three times ends the time of hurt
Mistakes can prove too much

And away you walked, so easily
Like I was never even here.
The times you left me lonely,
Were the times I longed to hold you near.

And knowing now, you aren't strong
I'd love to see your tears.

I'd love to get inside your empty head;
Erase the wasted years.

They say our lovers teach us
That we can learn from those mistakes
The only thing you ever taught
Is what its like to be replaced

But honey, you won't keep me low
It was only just a dream;
A figment of reality.
You were never what you seemed.

Allure of Bright Lights

The billboards advertise it;
The mental pollution
That's obtained in a New York minute
Is mind-blowing.

A fast-paced world bustles by
Outside a taxi cab window.
It's rush hour,
And the car horns scream pleas of chaos.

Busy bodies litter the streets.
As they dissipate, they are soon replaced
Like the car exhaust
That's always lingering in the air.