Don't come down to Lo-debar,
I'll climb up and meet you at the top of the hill.
When i get near enough
stretch out your hand
and take mine in a firm fine grasp
do not losen your grip on me
lest i slip and fall back into the abyss below.
Help me find a firm solid rock
upon which i can place my feet
and get kissed by the sun again,
dance with the wind unafraid
of slipping and falling back into Lo-debar.

Read me like a book.
Open the pages carefully, very carefully
for once too often,
many a reader has been swallowed up
by the quicksand they never saw

plant me marigolds
on this heap of compost.
Remind me that in the not too plesant places
we can grow drops of sunshine.

Been waiting here 5 minutes, 5 whole minutes!
he walks in and my stomach starts to churn.
strange,..i've been fine up until now.
Weird how my heart is doing a mile an hour
I raise my hand to wave him in my direction.
Merde!! why is my hand sweaty and shaking?
I hope am not coming down with something.
He walks over to me
i've seen him a million times before
today feels like the first time am seeing him.
He says something.....
Am definately not well!.. i seem of be hard of hearing.
must be these bells ringing in my head,
something has definately come over me.
Mon dieu, if these bells ring true
they are saying i just caught the love bug!
He's still saying something,
i want to run a mile.
This by far has been the longest minute of my life.

For Rich! (life as a cliche)

Some tears, some joy,
sunshine and rain,
you win some you lose some.

Life is definately a cliche!
life if full of ups and downs, ooops!
that's another cliche.

Whatever life brings your way
here's the bottom line,
"It's all good".

African Drums

Y'all heard about the African drums.
They resound through famine and harvest,
birth and even death.
If you listen well enough you will hear
the drum beat even in the silence.
Through seasons of joy and pain,
there's still the steady thunderous beat
of the African drum.

As the rhythm goes,
so do the feet of the myriad of dancers,
bodies glistening with sweat,
their faces ablaze with emotion,
their feet moving in tune to the rhythm
the red dust rising around them,
from where am standing
they seem to be dancing on a brown cloud.

As the African drums go, never missing a beat,
so does my heart.
Beating steadily, sometimes thunderous
i dare say almost drowning out the beat of the drums.
My heart beats, for this boy, now a man
i met under the African sun.
Even from miles away
just like i can still hear the African drums
am sure you can hear
my heart beat for him.

WHATEVER

The years came and went.
Some years held alot more tears than laughs,
the better ones had greater laughs.
Whatever came our way,
sunshine or rain,
between him and i it was pure joy.

Its January again,
we gaze at each other,
cluless but anxious for what lies ahead.
Between now and December,
even in July when time seems to stand still
we'll face whatever comes
with love.
Much much love

Daises

he loves me, he loves me not.
i played with daises till i almost went crazy.
ten roses!!!
maybe he loves me!
silence...three days,
then maybe again he doesn't.
am still playing with daises
and still going crazy.



he loves me, he loves me not.
am done with this game of daises!
and maybe i ain't so crazy.
ten more roses!!!
maybe he loves me!
silence.....a week,
i just don't care anymore
a few more daises..a few more roses
what i really want is an iris!

shrink sessions

when something weighs heavy on my mind
i pull out a pen and pad
scribble a few lines,
sometimes it rhymes,
i cross out a few lines,
those must be the lies.
i start all over again.
not quiet sure where to begin
i just let myself go
so across the pages the ink starts to flow.
after a while when my hand stops
and ve poured the ink or is it myself??
onto the pages
not quite sure if i leave better or worse
i shut this book.
i don't set the date or time.
one thing is for sure though,
when the time comes
i'll be back for my next session.