Poem

Your love is like a pinnacle
No man could ever climb
But your heart belongs with mine
Flowing deeper all the time;

Deeper than the rivers
Running home to the sea
Deeper than an apple core

Store teller’ with aqua green eyes’
You are a peacock whom royally, hides
Her royal plumage in disguise,
Your cinnamon skin
Holds a lotus flower, within,
Your peachy warm, smile

Give me a pen and I will write you a poem
A poem of peace and love of life.

Give me a guitar and I will sing you a song
A song sung straight from the caverns of my heart.

Enrolada's response...Enrolada = Time Waster, Procrastinator type...

Darkness all around
Ghostly wailing from outside
Scaring me to death.

Little spotted trout
Gliding on the riverbed
Water splashing sound.

Smiled
What you did the first time I saw you
But at your friend
Not at me
I wish it was me
Laughed
What you did when I tripped
But at me
Not at your friend
I wish I was someone else

Long,long,long time
Since I saw you last
Long,long,long time
Since I knew what to think
I'm craving for you
Pining for you.
Long,long,long time
Since my thirst was quenched by your eyes

My mind is a desert
A barren wasteland
Parched and empty of thought
Except for a lonely idea
Flashes through and disappears again
Tumbleweed in the distance.
Occasionally a thought appears

Lost love

Thoughts once believed lost to the recesses of time.
Memories that haunt without compassion or reason Save one.
Devour my soul...

the door is closed
my eyes are shut
no more light
i am cut
once again
just like before
dont know why
just hit the floor
rose is dead
thorns are there
sticking out
everywhere

the windows to ones life
insight of all around
colors of the rainbow
seeing all the sound
quite as can be
feeling of the wealth
sees the true and false
seeking for ones self

sun shining brightly
gazing all around
trees bestow a shawdow
clutching to the ground

clouds are here and there
with the sky so blue
listen to the birds
thy're singing to you

lost with in your feelings
not with in the world
what are your feelings
your feelings are the world

what is this world
the world you feel
what's in this world
what in it's real

you speak to me as though im yours
yet that is just not true
just for you to open the doors
so i can be with you
yet for us to speak as we do
being friends as we are

face so beautiful to the eyes
eyes shine like rays of heaven
smile as easing as a sunrise
hair so smooth with every strand

body so peaceful and pure
moving with such grace

happy as a summer's day
feel like this in every way
feelings flowing like a sparkling stream
almost like your in a dream
spirts as high as a moutain's peek
there is nothing else you seek

monkeys monkeys in my head
wont you please lay down to bed
jumping swining everywhere
going about without a care
eatting bananas all the time
why must this be my rhyme

lost and confused
stuck in a spot
need defused
wonder why not

hiding the feelings
still on the shelf
bare with the dealings
hiding yourself

afraid to speak out
uncomfortable