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You and I are black and white - a film noir, filled with gestures, poignant and tender

I knew I loved you when I kept trying to run away and find reasons why it wouldn't work

In the end, we all inherit a stone, after life's waves have rolled over us - and hopefully, she'll write upon it

Have you been waiting all this time, faithful as always, my Life? ...

I think our 'changes' are not as radical as we suppose - in some way we persist as us ...

Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you ...

I see more pathology in others than I did ten years ago - the older I get, the more insane people seem ...

So now you know my eyes are green - because of my shirt? You never looked into my soul to know how much in me is green ...

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ...

You want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow? ...

Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths ...

It took me a lifetime of glimpses, but now I see you completely - did I tell you you're beautiful? so kind to animals, children and me ...

Skeins of mist like translucent silk, bending and unbending in the headlight tunnels ...

Your moods and colors are my climate, not the changing face of the sky

What is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul ...

The heart aches through nights - the broken places of neglect

If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood - but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum ...

I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll ...

There's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul ...

You think so logically ... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically ... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth ...

Our hearts break, and take us out of relationships that are too painful for us

You can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one..

Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues ...

you are a ring tone on the phone I didn't answer

Surely by now you must know: It's love; it's love - but will there ever be good news? ...

I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained ... because you were so lovely ...

All day long, one storm then another - and I take your hands like gentle flowers that blossom into awareness

The wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...

Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church ...

My dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you ...

True authority is not based on control - it's based on truth ...

I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short ...

Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight

Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer ...

You know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words ...

I see you kneeling in church - stained only by colored windows

Your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over ...

Allowing yourself to be vulnerable makes you weak but also opens you to the nuances of beauty ...

When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls ...

Consider yourself a functional character in someone else's novel - a background character - a person on the street - that's the perspective ...

put out the candles with your fire - I'm on fire

You are lovely - God has painted every feature of your soul ...

Everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ...

To know an other's interior life you are his confessor or a writer - the one is admitted freely, the other intrudes by discerning of spirits

With you, I'm always on the verge - feeling dizzy like looking at waves - and you, my Love, make me tipsy ...

I keep breaking things - appointments and porcelain, thinking of your lips ...

I committed a sin the day I refused you - I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be - forgive me, Love, for acting on principles ...

And you thought beauty was the outward show - but now you know the truth, my Love - it's always been the inner fire ...

At seventeen I tried to write poetry confining myself solely to Anglo-Saxon words - don't know if it helped, but it made me more concrete ...

Sadder than a ticking clock, the moments without you

Night, and the moon a blur above
I wonder where the world hides you,
and if perhaps you still love me

Only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane ...

I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart..

You disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...

Before you, I was a doubled-up fist - now I can hold soft things, fragile as butterfly wings ...

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond - not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed ...

I write small poems
the kind that fit on a postcard ...
and still can break your heart

You've lost perspective? Well, get it back - God alone has the third person point of view in this life ...

You have a terrible beauty that scares me - a fierce defiance that won't be subdued - not that i want to tame you - I don't - I like to look ...

I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...

When the room goes silent, someone has spoken with authority ...

Some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school ...

You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands ...

What makes a writer a prophet is his ability to speak truth ...

Bow to genius, but to the authority of that genius - not the display of talent ...

You don't read to exercise the mind but to take voyages

A madeleine moment - a sound, a scent can incant her presence ...

Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows ...

The wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...

Wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit ...

We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves ...

I hide you inside me because I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind ...

There's an impotency Viagra can't touch - the inability of a man to speak ...

When I met you, you were so beautiful, the air around you vibrated with color ...

I've always idealized women I've loved - they all fell short, save one - the one God chose for me - she lights up a room by walking into it ...

Fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges - icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested

Don't be afraid of going by a way you've never gone - that's the way we're all going ...

God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds ...

When you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in ...

Writers, like priests, should have compassion ... and a sensitivity to pain ...

He heard her in his heart - whispering from the mist

Come lie beside me again and understand - the others can show by actions, but I alone will immortalize you in words ...

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul ...

I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...

Maybe I am just your priest - or a churl - perhaps you mistrust me the way the medievals mistrusted monks ...

You want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you're wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don't seem to care ...

Loveliness is the Milky Way ... but also all the myriad points of radiance streaming from your beauty ...

Everyone struggles to guard their heart from breaking, when they should desire to have a heart that breaks ...

The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky ...

Now gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night ...

It's easy to express romantic love - harder to manage daily love - to forgive failings close to feelings - to divide self from soul ...

God and your heart both whisper - incline your ear - don't just learn from your head ...

I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce ... into the idea of you ...

What is sacred is the other person -we forget that sometimes - and fail to honor who they are ...

The book of the hours - Tres Riche Heures - what did it matter when I had you? ...

I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art ...

The most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep ...

Across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight ...