Shortcomings

Is it too much to ask
To have you say
And do all of the
Appropriate things
To touch gently
To say the truth and beauty
Of the moments
You and I spend

Is it too much to ask
To respond
To the love I give
To show the depth
Of the love you feel

Is it too much to ask
Is it a childish need
Is this what we’ve become
Is this where we’ll always be
Always wishing and waiting
For the love we both need

Words

This poem appears in my poetry collection Coffee Shop Sessions: Whatever It Takes, Even If It Doesn’t Take available on Amazon.

I need words
I need better words
Words of joy
Words of healing
Words to console me in times of need
Words of understanding
Words to make me feel complete
Words of love
Words of compassion
Words that show a deeper meaning than what appears in front of me

Words that you cannot find
Words that you cannot express
Words that will never enter your heart or mind
And will never leave your lips

I need words to hang onto
Words that lift me up
Words that will make me want to come back to you
Words that will make me want a future with you

Words,
I need words

Uncomforting Comforts [with audio]

Image credit: fizkes

Our home surrounded by gardens
bouquets of flowers,
smiling faces, loving dog
a well-kept neighborhood
filled with children playing in the yard
trails for running 
families seen bicycling
a picture-perfect scenery

A cozy bed to lay in
television to watch
a car to drive
employment to keep busy
and mouths to be fed

Absolutely no reason, I remind myself daily,
Look around…

A husband that helps around the house
adored by his children
his family is your own
parents, sisters, cousins, nieces 
love is all around

Absolutely no reason, I remind myself again
Look around…

Twenty years…
challenges overcome, 
dream vacations,
belly-aching laughs,
tears of frustration,
tears of joy,
we built this thing to last

Absolutely no reason, I remind myself again
Look around…

Looking up at the ceiling
while he thrusts himself into me,
it’s this deepness I’m missing
where earthquakes would once rattle me

What I’d give for an 8.0 right about now…

Sunday Thoughts

Two lone souls
thinking they stand out in the crowd
do they really
or are they the same as everyone

They feel special, profound
as no one must feel the same
but they do,
they all want to be loved
they all are searching for the one

Yet there isn’t one
there are quite a few
as they slowly come in and out of view
this one knows how to paint
and captures you from the start
and this one knows how to play guitar
straight from the heart
and this one plays piano from the soul
and this one writes poems,
his words have been your ultimate goal

But this one standing beside you all these years
Is he special, unique, profound
Well, he’s still around
And that’s something…

Destination Yesterday

The phone booth crashes into my yard
I’ve seen this play out before
stepping inside, I reach for the receiver
and browse the years to rediscover

Should I dial that year
when I had my first kiss
Should I dial that year
when he made me felt squeamish

Should I dial that year
when I thought I found love
Should I dial that year
when his body fit like a glove

Should I turn back
when things didn’t quite feel right
Should I turn back
when I should have put up a fight

If my destination was yesterday,
which yesterday would it be
or would I stand exactly
where life presents me

This Too Shall Pass [with audio]

*spoken word*

He looks to me
but he doesn’t see me
He talks to me
but he doesn’t hear me
He’s in front of me
but we’re a million miles apart
Our hearts
are beating to a different tune

Everyone thinks that it’ll be fine soon
just open up and tell him,
it’ll be okay,
this too shall pass
But it won’t,
it will last and last…


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

Relief [with audio]

*spoken word*

Sleeping next to you
We don’t say the words we need
The nights get lonely
Would it be easier living without me

You watch as I tumble down
You watch as I fall to the ground
Would you pick me up and piece me back together
Would you stand me up and love me forever

Am I someone you want
Am I someone you need
Are you happy now
Or are we part of the lost and found

You watch me as I crawl on the floor
You watch me as I beg for more
Would you give me some relief


Listen to my poems here on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

Romance is Dead [with audio]

*spoken word*

After the kids go off to bed
And the one lying beside you confirms that romance is dead
Longing to be desired,
Aching for a spark,
A resemblance of burning fire
Each of you knows something is missing
Nights are better spent kissing
But it’s a long empty night
There isn’t relief in sight
All that can be said is:
Our romance is dead


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One