To Anyone ListeningI'll be the thunderstorm in your night skyIf you'll just be the moonChurning my ocean tidesOr I'll be the moonIf you'll be the solid earthI can orbit aroundI'll be a jasmine flowerAnd scent the night with love for youIf you'll be the rainTo keep me aliveI'll be a seedlingAnd grow in your loveIf you'll be my sunAnd warm the soil for meI'll be yoursIf you'll be mineAnd love meI'll love you forever and afterIf you'll just be hereWhen I'm so lonelyAnd I'll be the thunderstorm in your night skyIf you'll comeAnd be with me
CheeseHard or soft,Or in betweenI come in many guisesBut underneathBasically the sameDespite all my disguises.Spicy sharpOr subtle and mildOr very very bland.Just milk made thickBy whey removedAnd cultures added in.You may eat me on breadYou may eat me with fruitI may be sprinkled on your soupBut please pauseAnd appreciate meAnd all the things I do.
BuzyI'm busy, it's trueBut when I've a minute to think, I think of you.My sigh when I finally go to bedThe first half, true is tired,But the second half is lonely for you.I remember what you say about clouds,But to me they never look paintedWhen I look at themFor a minuteBefore getting back to work.I feel the touch of the wind and sun,And it's nice,But I want your touch.My fork traces your name on my plateAt dinner.I shiver into my chilly bed,and wish you could help keep it warm.My muscles ache,but my heart aches more.It misses you,And the muscles just have an unoxidized buildup of acid.In a room of people talking,I sit and listen,And write a poem for you.I'm worried about managing everything,I'm worried about fitting in,I'm worried about making my boss like me,I'm trying to get enough rest at nightI'm busy and learning and working and tired out...But there is space in my life for you.A hole in my life waiting for you.
VERSUS SummerTo stop, and be cradled in the arms of the trees. Lean against one and feel her support. VSThey claw at life, desperate to live, to survive one more year, one more day. Lean against one, and feel your energy begin to drain away, sucked up by the tree's enourmous need, it's desperation. VS FallThe sensual, full-bodied celebration of season's end. A fiercely friendly competition of hue and vibrancy. Flamboyant laughter and color in a drunken dance across the sky before winter's sleep. VSDefeat. The frost has won and stolen the summer away. VS WinterSleeping – waiting. VS...we will all die... we will all die. VS SpringWe awake! Leaping into the cycle, we explode in leaves and flowers, a quiet hum of abundant life shivers through us. VSWith a sigh, we begin again.