Conspiracy Theory

Can you think too much?
Too many unconnected thoughts.
Change the weak mind to things as such.
Creating complex, unfamiliar plots.
Not knowing and thinking you do.
Get angry, but not sure what causes you to.

Love Requitted

A love thought of, but erased.
Easily achieved, though abruptly thrown.
Something wanted, but not chased.
Love stitched like something quickly sown.


You are as if a passing note.
Played and not heard til after.
Something to keep the song afloat.
It brings a sadness mixed with laughter.


Your presences brings two extremes.
A pouring rain with a gentle touch.
Your presence here but love not seen,
Like the vacancy of an unused hutch.

Unfitted?

Like a loosely fitted glove.
White with an embroidered rose.
You say you do, but I'm not quite sure you love.
The not knowing part, I guess is how it goes.
You stay on but not firm.
Enough to protect, but the warmth escapes in turn.

Stirring

Movement felt not heard.
Taken for granted,
And slowly takes shape.


Air moves it like a bird.
It takes flight by opinions said.
Plans made; creates an escape.


More and more spurred;
We are unknowingly led,
As gusts of wind lifts a cape.

A Lost Tear

You turn; I begin to run.
That tear glistens in the rays of the sun.
Like a diamond or a blue horizon.
A perfect drop falling down a perfect cheek;
Falling forever, on and on,
I see it and begin to weep.


Tear a river, so peaceful but moving so fast.
Always passing and always there but doesn’t seem to last.
How it fills each rain, causing it to grow.
Consistently growing, but Oh so slow.
Faster, faster the roar of the river screams.
Provoking thought but swallowing dreams.
That’s what the tear drop implies;
A peaceful stirring of a heartfelt goodbye.
Longing to be loved at last,
Yet nothing given back to surpass.


Tear like the rain giving water to the flower.
Making it to grow into a mesmerizing power.
But when it’s plucked the hand is scorned,
All by the poisonous thorn.
A thorn so magnificent yet full of pain.
For this reason, I cannot explain;
Is it the beauty that causes this lack of thought?
Is the pain worth the heartsick, I think not.
So let the rain fall as a shower
And mask the tears from that haunting hour.


Tear as window, sheds light on what’s within.
See the emotions, where they all begin.
See in, but the blinds of the eyes
Hides what’s inside.
The draped curtains of thought
Illuminates what is sought.
The wanting to be missed,
And the fairytale wish.
But the lock is set in the end,
As it has always been.

Ocean Breeze

You are the ocean breeze
Gives breath to tired lungs
So soft and sweet you swirl the sea
Place troubled minds to ease
And protects from the scorching sun

You are the crystal sand
Between toes and there remain
If today I travel, tramp, or trod
You hold fast no matter where I land
Fine and light like grounded grain

You are the water’s wave
So beautiful to watch thee
By God’s hand greatly, gently guided
Mesmerized I become a slave
Each thunderous crash I guarantee
You pull me further out to sea
You are the ocean breeze

Learn Too Slow

Tis true that time moves too fast to waste.
They say just stop to smell a rose,
But then time spins at rabbits pace.
So make your choice, take heart my woes.