I will paste poems here as I write them. Some, no doubt, will be visceral. I hope we get to some very positive and beautiful ones someday. Beware, I have a particular love of haiku. I don't know why, perhaps it is the structured side of me.


When someone hugs me
I feel wonderful inside
until the fear comes


Adrift in a sea of pain
my tormented soul screams without end
I can’t stand to be alone,
but I am too afraid to be in love


My story waits to be written.
Will it be a love story,
a tragedy,
an adventure or a mystery?
Is the main character
a hero, a fool,
or a villain?
It has to involve the sea.
Lots of epic struggles with storms,
washing up on the shore of paradise.
Idyllic days filled with sea creatures too.
And pretty boats, lots of pretty boats.
Don’t forget the interesting characters
and comedy too.
Poverty, wealth?
Oh, and exotic women.
No good story is without some of them.
Will it have a happy ending?
Full of apprehension, I lift the pen...

Richard Marx wrote and sang this one on his first album:
Heaven Only Knows
I watch the world go round and round
And my life goes by at the speed of sound
I walk the night
And I wonder just where I belong, oh

My heart is young, but my soul is old
I've never been one to do what I was told
My back to the wall
Is the only place I can feel strong, oh

Chorus
Heaven only knows what lies before me
Heaven only knows what all my searching is for
All my life I've waited for a miracle
But I can't ask for anything more

I like to think I'm a faithful man
To resist desire, and do all I can
I hope to die in the arms of the woman I love, oh

Repeat Chorus

I've always wondered how to know right from wrong
Looking for a reason to replace what is gone
But somehow the road just seems to lead right back to me

Repeat Chorus





Bright, beautiful day.
For those who keep their eyes shut,
it is still dark out.





If I had not tasted the bitter,
there would be no treasure
in sweet.

If I had not been hated,
I would not cherish
being loved.

If I had not felt searing pain,
how would I know the bliss
of being well?

If I had been given everything in life,
would I not have always
wanted more?

Having been given nothing,
I want
nothing.

Suffering prepares me
to experience exquisite pleasure
from simple things.