Cycles

The wind
is rolling in
darkness falls
early again...

as summers end -

beckons trees
to lose their leaves,
and hybernate
from the chilly breeze...

that will show
a lonely snow
maybe once
before it goes

cycles.

Songs

You think I love ya
though you're above me,
you think I want
you for your money...

Don't contemplate,
Don't hesitate -
I even think about ya
when I meditate...

I want your smile
it's worth my while -
to pick up the phone
and make that dial...

I'm thinking baby
that I'm in love with you -
please say this
isn't even true...

cause baby I know
this girls in love with you...

I see your face
and I'm a thinking -
I gotta go and
do some drinking...

and think about
what this is gonna do -
to our lives
both me and you...

thinking baby
that even maybe,
you and me could
misbehave...

See what two lovers
in love might do -
oh oh say this
isn't even true...

see what two lovers
like me and you -
see what two lovers
might do...

Oh oh I'm saying maybe
Don't think I'm behaving
seeing my baby
it's you.

Love

I know what it's like
to love a man -
to get lost in his mouth
and the touch of his hand...

Wanting his body
to be one with mine -
to crave it, hope it
will happen this time...

The sinful lust
can carry me away,
but I can't say no
when I want it to stay -

in that moment forever
and grasp for breath,
with his body
errupting with manliness.

His never ending
intelligence -
his laugh, his eyes
his selflessness...

The laws of attraction
keep pulling me back -
filling me up with love
there is nothing to lack...

with a self made man
to himself he is true -
a real man to protect
you him and him you.

Mute

It's hard to see the news -
the people and their views -
day after day they spew

as they say and do...

horrible things to one another
to each other -
sister and brother -
father and mother -

sad so sad,
and it's getting bad,
we've lost what we had -

this country

God
Pride
Hope
Class
Morals
Respect

gone...all gone
I guess from this point on

I'll turn it all off.

Home

It came -
It went -
It will come again...

I enjoy
the solitude -
the music in the background...

the dog beside the window.

Food cooking -
Fresh smell of paint -
Hair in hat...

relaxed.

Even if the rain patters lightly,
the sun bakes the roof
or the snow covers the treetops...

Planted by my own hand -

It is mine -
Is is my own
It is my home.