But

Take

But it is given.

Have

But it is shared.

Here

But you were driven.

Safe

But you were scared.

Held

But only freely.

Love

But do not bind.

Leave

But don’t forget me.

Gone

But on my mind.

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Out of the Woods

If busy is as busy does my busyness is done

Departed from the madding crowd to find that I am one

And though I’m lost in solitude at last I clearly see

The wood was not worth taking so I left it on the tree

If lonely is as lonely does my only hope is now

That I can be the captain of my destiny somehow

The path that I will travel isn’t shared and so goodbye

The road I chose so very low while others fly so high

If failing is just bailing then I’m sailing far away

Success as you define it has a price to great to pay

My seasons in the sun are done and now require shade

It matters not if I have lost the game’s no longer played

Careering can be dangerous so I think my work is done

The shadow of the lonely tree will keep me from the sun

Fall

I teeter on the edge yet never fallen

A streetcar named me liar as I looked

I live my life a stoic close to heaven

Pretending that emotion has no hook

Perfection is not something deep and dirty

And marble hard will never yielding give

So life will never touch and never hurt me

For I am truly not allowed to live

If only I was carved into perfection

But I am not statue from a stone

I am weak and I have sought protection

And look me so cold and so alone

I want to reach and hold but I am frightened

I wonder who would catch me if I fall

To feel my heart just once a little lightened

To answer to the voices I hear call

Somewhat Queer

Happy when you’re here

Good to have a friend

Feeling somewhat queer

Which will never mend

Drink or maybe two

Propping up the bar

Fun I have with you

Near and yet so far

You cannot be mine

Love but not like that

Now is never time

Leaves my ego flat

Straight the narrow path

Free of any kink

Not my other half

Hearts are not in sync

The Dawn

A life amazing pictures

Such wonders have been seen

The one who dares to venture

A journey like a dream

Though private life is slumber

The need for human touch

A never ringing number

And love is missed so much

The things are seen on Facebook

Are half or quarter true

Perhaps a different outlook

If lonely was with you

And yet there is no mourning

The wanderer alone

Awake alive each morning

And by the dawn is known