Mine

Approaching slowly, stealthily
unseen.
It reaches out
caressing lovingly
what it may never touch.
It recoils as if
the sun has shone down,
revealing.
It knows a single moment of uncertainty,
knowing It is close to discovery.
The heat burns, scorching
though nothing is seen.
Nothing exists.
Nothing unacknowledged can.
Yet I feel what is waiting,
if I but turn to look.
A shadow shifts,
sleep eludes me.
I ponder the danger,
the joy, the pain,
the pleasure.
In the dark it ventures nearer.
Seems it never leaves,
not completely.
I cannot deny the sense.
This thing will not allow denial.
It is strong, unrelenting.
It breaths warmly,
I can almost feel it.
Moist, sweet, untamed
unreasoning. Appealing.
A life of it's own
formed of it's volition...
never mine.
Simply crouched,
waiting,
willing the door to open a crack.
A foot poised to slide forward,
keeping vigil for opportunity.
It is there.
I will not name it.
I feel it intensely.
I will not bring it to light.
I yearn for it.
It knows.
I fear it's consequence.
It welcomes me.
I know, as do you
that it is possible.
It is enveloping.
It has a need to devour all in it's path.
I am in it's path,
you are with me.
Do not look.
It knows you all too well.
It is aware.
It is powerful, overwhelming
needy, desired,
suppressed.
It will not be acknowledged.
Not by me.
So it will not be named.
It remains
intangible, intense, secret.
Unknowable.
Mine.

Laugh

Laugh away the troubles
grin away the pain
smile 'til the glow arrives
to evaporate the rain

Love with wild abandon
Dance as if it just might end
Throw yourself into your life
appreciate your friends

Share your joy with others
just speak the honest truth
try your best to laugh out loud
and drink one hundred proof

Box Man

I keep you in a little box,
I know you must be real.
I do believe in several things
I can not see or feel.

You talk to me so often,
I know that you can speak.
You are quite provocative
my interest clearly piqued.

I like the name you call me
when you show up to play.
It gives me quite a shiver
when you call me "Hey".

I'm sure you wish to share.
Somethings on your mind.
Or, are you simply dropping in
to kill a little time?

The night is quickly passing.
I'm staring at this square.
I know some one's on the other side,
I simply don't know where.

I type and type, then I wait,
no words are coming back.
So then I start imagining.
In this I do not lack.

Are you sleeping peacefully?
Are you making flan?
Will you be coming back real soon?
What is going on?

I think you may be dancing.
It must be something good!
You've been gone for oh so long,
are you hammering some wood?

Are you curled up with a saucy book?
Are you making Ham on Rye?
Why does it take so long for me
to receive a good reply?

Did the doorbell ring? An email come?
I'm stumped. I do not know.
I'm sitting here in mystery.
Where did my box man go?

Pretty Mind

Welcome to my pretty mind.
It is much like a thunderstorm.
Then, a rainbow in all perfectness
but here you'll see the colors form.

A risque thought is swirling 'round.
It feels like a lightning strike.
My mind is filled with so much fun,
no two thoughts alike.

Can you see the pictures fly
on their way to take some action?
I'll not let a one escape.
They'll get no satisfaction.

Simple joy is brewing,
I let this creation steep.
I toss out what should never be.
Good old naughtiness I keep.

Follow my dancing butterflies,
join in on my mirth.
Become a part of laughter
that lifts me off the earth.

Do you see any serious?
It is a tiny little dot.
No room for a stoic countenance
in my thinking spot!

So many dreams that have no end.
We all must have some goals.
If you could but see my playful thoughts
splashing in the shoals!

The bliss in there is endless
and it will not be denied.
It's such a sad fact of life
that I must keep most of it inside.

Maybe you should not venture
into the jungle of my soul
It may be for the best to shield
things only I must know.

My mind is certainly frolicsome.
Decidedly untamed.
It causes quite a ruckus!
Poor me, I get the blame.