How many poems and prose offer the celestial bodies as reference to the author's beloved. Now really, I can believe it. Feelings of being at home in this vast mysterious cosmos. On the soft rumpled sand of a beach, in a caress of balmy gentle breeze, witness to scintilating heaven, embraced by the endless dark mystery, I am at home in this vastness. As in love, the warm familiar, yet forever unfolding into the edges of the unknown.
When I think of her it is as I recall these feelings for th... read more

I am in love and my love knows not.
She cares but little and has no want.
These are the times
When million dollar pop songs are born.
Pop songs never die
They just get old
And fade away.
Like this sadness.
This sadness can go its way.
Now thats country.
You see how the sad can go.
But which way not do we for certain know.
My open heart has walls with wide open windows
that lets one flutter or linger,
Be it fly, bird or the tempest outdoors.
Come on collin lets dance in this ra... read more

Children are my favorite teachers
Little perpetual fountains of creative energy
Drawing me into thier fantastic worlds
For me an undeniable enthusiasm
For life
With red rosy cheeks
And voices full of helium
Les coeurs avec le petit drame

truths may smell so sweet
i sometimes catch the scent
here and there
magnetic when it is pungent
unlike any other scent i know
the more we ware it
the more attractive its aroma

i understand myself as...

i think of you as...

i imagine you think of me as...

i think you understand this of me...

i want you to understand this of me...

i want to understand this of you...

what i want...
what i like...

what i want from you...
what i like from you...

what i want to do for you...
what i can do for you...

what do you want from me?
what would you like from me?

i invite you to tell me everything about what you to want share.
i invite you to hel... read more