Essence of New Love

Breaking the shell of new love,
her heart more precious than any stone.
Embodiment of what a beautiful soul consists of.

Sparkling eyes looking to the sky above,
flowing hair gently blowing in the breeze,
breaking the shell of new love.

A well of intelligence to be proud of,
Her mind of major contribution;
Embodiment of what a beautiful soul consists of. 

Happiness flowing purely like a white dove,
So indifferent to the voices of anyone but him and her.
Breaking the shell of new love.

Our hands fit together like a perfect glove,
as we walk down this new road together, becoming the
embodiment of what a beautiful soul consists of.

Oh what is this, this thing we call love?
That guy, this girl, in a less than perfect world.
Breaking the shell of new love,
embodiment of what a beautiful soul consist of.

Our Lovely Little Triolets

Love's Road

The shining beauty of souls entranced,
graceful love of two at last.
Breaking the bind of which chains confined:
The shining beauty of souls entranced.
As often partners come and go,
true love will always show:
The shining beauty of souls entranced,
graceful love of two at last.


A Touch of Light in the Darkness

Your touch so simple and elegant,
drives away the twilight blackness.
Wiping the tears away as they cascade,
your touch so simple and elegant.
Although you had me at a glance,
only one thing truly put me at ease.
Your touch so simple and elegant,
drives away the twilight blackness.


The Heart Confused Mind

Hearts not as simple as black and white,
wrong or right our life for it to guide.
Heads hang heavy with decisions made;
hearts not as simple as black and white.
You can plead with all your might,
but it will not change the human plight.
Hearts not as simple as black and white,
wrong or right our life for it to guide.


When She Smiles

Smile that lovely smile to the sky,
your beauty brings a tear to my eye.
Perfection wrapped up so uniquely,
smile that lovely smile to the sky.
Your demeanor so quaint in my eyes.
To my heart you are quite the prize.
Smile that lovely smile to the sky,
your beauty brings a tear to my eye.

Steadfast Love

A heart forged of beauty, a past of pain.
Passion within her unyielding soul,
lighting the stars in the night sky.
An unrivaled bard of love,
her sweet song plays through him.
Burdened souls no longer.
Oh so inclined
to find love
inside
him.
Her
face lights
as he shows
true compassion.
Are these feelings real?
Love possible again.
Cheeks flow red with happiness,
could this be her knight here at last?
Both of their souls together so fast.
True unity stands tall, all pain subsides. 

Life Cycle

Breaking into the world, we cry.
Never get a chance to learn to fly.
Instinctual notions beaten in and out;
their minds scream and shout.

Roll over, take a step.
Move closer to where the secrets are kept.
Mommy and Daddy are so proud;
yet they are just another face in the crowd.

Older now, school calls their name.
No, things will never be the same.
Social infrastructure now instated. 
Healthy growth sadly belated.

Growing older still, awkward times ahead.
Things are changing, everything they ever fretted.
Move up on the list or far  down.
Avoid the beatings and don't make a sound.

Finally, they grow into their prime.
All they say is, it's about damn time.
Not everything is so great though,
One step away from an all time low.

Mid life is here, it came so fast.
The only thing they think about is the past.
Body breaking down and mind decaying;
So much self hating.

The twilight has come, are they ready?
Barely able anymore to stand up steady.
Their world a relic of the past.
Sweet release to come at last.

Back into the abyss, life was so fast.
No longer caring about the past.
Life wasn't what they though it would be.
Still, a beautiful scene to see.

In This City

It rains on this city;
this city full of whimsical disguise.
These masks become their face,
their face an unhappy compromise.
These strangers walk right by.
Are they real or are they alone?
The silhouettes of love shown on the blinds,
lust playing the bigger part in that scene.
The unequivocal truth of loneliness rears it's head.
Transient women the only embrace known.
This city is crumbling at it's citizens feet;
The city trampled upon by the uncaring.
No god governs these people.
These animals run off of pure instinct.
Innocence stripped from the young,
the continuation of a viscous cycle.
Drowning in this city,
this city of poison dreams.

The Passing Glance

A slip of the tongue brings about the upward shift of his lips.
Not expecting anymore than a hi and a passing glance.
But that glance turned into an awkward stare,
something more than what they might have expected.

They converse openly and freely, who could this person be?
Her face heats up, the signs of of happiness flooding her cheeks;
he laughs more than he had in months, hearts fluttering away.
One day feels like a lifetime, what is this feeling?

He asks maybe, baby, we could meet?
She says yes, excitement filling her eyes.
Both asking themselves, who is this person?
They may be young, but they know when they see a good thing comin'.

Each word like a beautiful new story,
there is something unique about these two.
He's not your average joe;
she's not your barbie queen.

A man with a heart, born of chivalry and burdened with the past.
A woman with country charm, sweet as can be, the past scarring as well.
Could this be what she was coming to find?
Might this be what he's been waiting for?

They say love is only true in story books and fairy tales,
souls never as genuine as seen on the silver screen.
There is something different about these two though.
Something real between this pair.

He's known false love for far too long;
she's known just the same and wants more.
She says this feels genuine, like it was meant to be.
He says he couldn't agree more.

Could it be, this passing glance, changed into something more?
A happenstance greeting from him,
An excited response from her.
Could this really have sparked so much more?

Their eyes meet, embarrassed at first. 
He says hi and she says hello back.
Conversation catches on quickly between the two.
Their hands meeting along the way.

The sun sets on their path as they walk.
His fingers intertwine with hers.
Finding a grassy place to sit, she laughs at his dumb jokes.
He looks at her, her at him.

Now the sun is gone, but the spark is bright.
She turns to him, him to her.
She closes her eyes and moves her head towards his.
Their lips meet in sensual silence, no words are necessary. 

A passing glance,
a few words chanced,
a night out,
love is sparked.

The Infection of Ideals

A playful facade of health and happiness,
disease and corruption breed just under the skin.
With each step you spread plague and lies;
your decrepit smile as enticing to people as sugar to flies.  

You spread your propaganda like a disease,
tainting and turning loved ones against each other with ease.
Feed on their flesh and alleged misconceptions;
fates are sealed within this unholy redemption.

Slandering truth with your pretty lies.
Break down youth before they even open their eyes.
This infection spreading far and wide,
yet those immune all seem so snide.

Bloody tears cascade down your face,
the infection is growing in pace.
You say you are happy but we know better;
this disease has consumed you all together..