jaded

i have become jaded
 wearly of the seach
 for that perfect slave
not the perfect slave for every one
but the perfect slave for me
seaching day in and day out
talking forever talking
listening and listening
but never hearing
what i need to hear
till you came in oh little one
in the timber of your voice
 i heard a musicacil note
 that called out to me
 and as you spoke i listened
 i could hear the pain
 in your voice of a broken promis
 but also the hope of a new begaining
as we talked the days flew by turning in to nites
 nites back in to days
 the feeling of being jaded
 soon started to leave me
 and in my mind i had found the perfect slave
 who in due time and with my training
who was train to suit me
 would last a life time with me
 either hers or mine but a life time never the less

                     Watching Me

        I see your Eyes watching me
        As I sleep at nite with such
               burning passion 
         Yearning to be with me 
          to share my love of life 
      to finally share our hearts as one
           being together not as two 
                 Seperate halfs
            but as one whole being
        to think the same thoughts as one
            one to begin and one to end 
                   that same thought

what if

You ever wonder what it would be like to live a different life than the one you have now, or how, if you took the left hand fork in the road of life instead of the right, how your life would be or turn out.  The what if's; like what if I had no kids, or for those of you who don't have kids, what if I did; or if I finished schooling or not.  I think it is the what if's in life that make it what it is. We are what we are by the very paths we choose to walk down, the forks we choose to take, and the knowledge we gather along the way that make us who we are, and what we are, and that you need to be happy with yourself before you can be happy with any one else. Then the friends we choose to make we can truely call friends.  To those who choose to call me friend I give you mad kudos, and to those who don't, all I have to say is it is your lost not mine.

If I die tomorrow what do I leave behind ?
this was some thing i wrote in june of 2005

                        Leaves



                   two leaves caught in a
                  whirlwind of feelings
           tossed about by the winds of fate
           intertwined in other peoples lives 
           wishing for the wind to subside
            so the we can settle down 
            to feel out what we feel
                   for each other
            to know where we stand
            alone and apart or side by side
                   on the tree of life
           if not as friends and lovers
              then at least as friends

                     The Long Sleep

            to sleep the long sleep
            the sweet sleep of death
            embracking the cold sleep
          as you would a warm lover
               looking in to the tunnle
            waiting to get a glimpse
                  of the midnight sun
              as it sets for the final time
            on a life filled with love and joy
            sorrow and dispair
           all the things in life 
           that we just take for granted 
         once we take the long endless sleep

Sea Of Love

Candle lights flickering on the sea of love

I stand watching young lovers singing words

Of endearment as red roses pass hand to hand

and the older couples sway in time

To the sweet sounds that float

on this sea of love

Yes I'm the man with the wounded pride

left at the alter by my bride

but alas i weep with joy as the man

who get's to keep his toys

for she is now gone and forgotten

but new toys i have gotten

now i roar down the street

being chased be the heat

in my shiney new toy builted out of steel

doing 180 at the wheel

listening to the music 
as the black rubber squeals

                    Weep Not For Me

The time is ending and i must go

I must say my goodbyes as the light

Slowly fades to darkness

My life was full and the journey long

But at last I come to the end of the road

With a smile on my face and a song in my heart

Weep not for me as I have lived

Loved and learned through out my life

And though I'm by no means rich

nor was i ever poor

Not even when my pockets were empty

For a full life is worth more then gold

And this my friends and family

You will learn in time

as yet untitled

sitting here thinking about you and the collar

that I have finally managed to put on your heart
 making you mine and me yours

in a way the outside world will never fully understand 
 the bonding that goes so deep that our souls intertwine as one

the flames of desire burning
out of control

yet still in control at the same time

as you give me
your self to do what I will with you

I give you me to mold in to your true master

 to show me your inner self as i show you mine

so we will know our wants and needs too

be able to act on them to bring us to the heights

we both need to soar to

Red hills of Mars Green hills on Earth

Silver Pathways in between shining stars and

blue moons seen though my third eye

my minds eyes ever open yet still clouded

to the worlds around me thoughts on paper

words on tape at long last it starts to take

shape my eye starts to uncloud and i start

to see those places that others dreams of

those far away places that only

I the bard can see though my third eye my

mind's eye