Don't fear the dark, it's ok. I will be your guide. I know the way. This is my place you see. You are safe with me. I can show you around. No worries, no need to frown. You are not alone in the dark. So nothing to fear, take heart. Your stay is only as long as you want it to be. Just remember, you don't belong here with me. When you are ready to go, the path is easy to find. Make sure to leave the lights off and me behind. You belong in the light not by my side. This world exists just to see you to another day. My place is here. There is no choice. I must stay. I have seen your light. Like a beacon calling me home. A warm blessed dream. In an instant gone.

turn another corner
rip another page
skip another start
burn another rage

grind another gear
see another cell
free another time
find another hell

befriend another demon
quiet another day
unfit another hour
ends here today

Relax, breathe
In this place
The world ends
In these arms
Let it pass by

Eventually we part
You will be more
The world less
Finish the day
Come back to me
Rest.

A rabbi, a priest, and an atheist were playing poker. It is the last hand and everyone was all in. The priest smiles and says, "God is good. Three kings!" The rabbi nods approvingly and says, "God is great indeed". The rabbi lays down the missing king of diamonds. "He only gave me one king," he says with a chuckle, "but I am flush with diamonds!" The rabbi then displays his other four cards, all diamonds. The atheist brow wrinkles. With an angry, "I got nothing!" he tosses his hand into the pot.

Smiles are not easy to find
Busy world, cluttered mind

If yours should happen to hide
I know where another resides

If your smile fades my dear
Borrow mine, it's right here

It's yours, you gave it to me anyway
You can return it another day.

I will hold you tonight
If only in my dreams
You will be here
In my arms

Lovely Faith,

If I had a facade, believe me it would not be this one. The writings are me. They are more of me than even I would like to admit. I write by pretending to oprn a vein and describing what flows out. I always have. If you had seen me 30 years ago they would be a short geeky boy dreaming of love and to afraid to look for it. If you had seen me 25 years ago, they would have been about my open veins, my blood spilling over a floor, and a wicked god would would not let me end it. 15 years ago I am a mute. I have something that appears to be at least similar to what I have searched for. I put the darkness behind and stayed quiet. In the last 6 months, I have been allowed to see again. To see myself and glimpses of others.
The simple fact is that I am not bad at all. I never have been. I am what I believe a man should be. I was taught by one of the greatest men ever. I will break before I allow you too. I am still a geek, but i am no longer short, and honestly, I am easy on the eyes. I am a clown. I love to see people smile. Laugh with me. Laugh at me. I don't care. Just laugh.
Maybe it's the anti-depressants or maybe it's a beautiful secret muse who lets my heart sing. Either way, when I open up my veins to write now, it is the beauty I see, not a sad lonely man, but a man capable of dreaming and sharing dreams with others. The poems are not cammo they are my dreams set out into the world. There is a beauty there. I write about it, and who knows. It may find me. I don't write to hide or disguise. I write to let myself and my dreams be seen. I realize men have games. However, the man I studied under did not. He was about as smooth as the gravel roads he grew up on. If this were a game I would have a worse record than the Cubs. I'm not playing a game. I am simply letting what lives inside out, and maybe, if I am fortunate, I may finally see those eyes that are meant to see me. Painters paint. Carpenters build. I dream and along the way find myself in those dreams.

Like a leaf softly falling through the sky
Held aloft on a breeze, as time passes by
Come fall with me
Lets dance
Come float on a dream

Gentle breeze hear my heart. The words, soft and delicate, need your wings to carry them. There is one, I long to touch. Carry my words around the world to her. If others hear, then perhaps they can relay it as well. The message spread, from whisper to ear and ear to whisper, flowing upon a warm breeze. Growing with each beat of my heart, my words, like a breeze too long at sea, will roll in as a gentle fog, of tender caresses. Let the words reach her and flow delicately over, wrapping her completely in loves welcoming veil. A thousand warm caresses in one perfect complete embrace, soft kisses for delicate lips. Vision may be obscured in the fog, but one truth will shine through. Follow the light and you will see. A heart beating for you.

A refreshing spring rain brushes over your face. Oh to be a droplet of water that clings to your cheek. A gentle spring kiss that gets to linger, if only momentarily. To be that refreshing tingle that travels through your being, that touch of excitement that makes the world for seeing. To exist if only for a moment, that close to you.