There’s something there…

There’s something to instant gratification,
to the waiting, the buildup,
in the never showing up,
in the knowing,
And in the walking away

There’s something in running towards your dreams,
something worth fighting for

There’s something to the little things,
at a macro level they mean so much more

There’s something to the blissful silence,
the arousal from just a look

And there’s something to the tortured silence,
an empty stare

There’s something to wanting to hold someone close
that’s too far away

And there’s something to wishing the one sitting closest to you
would go far away

There’s something to having a soulmate who loves you deeply,
the distance doesn’t change a thing

And there’s something to living with someone you barely know
after 20 years

There’s a love,
and then there’s a compromise

Tell me something, what has gotten us here…

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…

Wait and See

Standing
Out by the water
I see you’re alone
Do I care to bother you
Or should I leave you with your thoughts,
Let you decide
If this is what you want

Will you come to me
Or do I beg you to stay in this space
I can see it written all over your face
You’re in too deep,
Taking steps back
With a ‘wait and see’

Let me know how that works out
There’s no need to scream and shout
I’ll be right here waiting
At the end of the pier

And when the water turns cold,
When the wind starts to blow
And it’s time to go home,
Am I going down this road alone…


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

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