My Recipe

Three cups of love
a pinch of life
a dash of fear
a hint of strife

Bundles of wishes
many drams of bliss
guilty pleasures
are on the list

handfuls of wistfulness
and burning desire
stirred constantly
over open fire

two grams of yearning
three of hope
folded in
then add some cope

A bushel of pleasure
sifted pain
many laughs
not much blame

A broken heart
that quickly mends
A love for you
that never ends

An ounce of sunshine
a million kisses
makes poetic sauce
for many dishes

I've never been a stranger
to sharing what I feel.
So have a look, enjoy yourself,
I'll try to keep it real.
Sometimes I may feel silly
or maybe seem a mess.
Just be amused, don't worry much,
I'd give you nothing less.
I'll be sharing several things
from my angsty teenage years,
New words are also spewing forth,
with not so many fears.
It's poetic sauce I'm mixing,
the recipes are vast.
from life I gather elements
that make the flavors last.

Chasing Stardust

I cannot run into arms
that are not really there.
I cannot slide my fingers through
a picture of your hair.
I cannot kiss those lips of yours
if I never can quite reach.
I cannot fall into a love
if another must be breached.
I cannot live all the dreams
of my misspent youth.
If you speak to me of nothing,
how can I live in truth.
An end was brought with no consent.
I never felt the lack.
So why did simple words from you
bring so much rushing back?