artpie

bizzaro weather in LA... one of those cold, gray days you become thankful for in the land of endless summer... thought I'd try posting some of my writing... not sure if it's of any interest to anyone but I guess I'm looking for a little feed back... been writing for over 20 years now and probably only shown this stuff to like five people... think I'll start with some of the "poems" & then see how it goes... any critique would be appreciated



With out
you,
I have
not
a chance.
With in
you,
I have
not
a care.
Until
you,
I have
not
a hope.
And
for you,
I have
not
a word.

.....................

There is a love that will not confine its self to the body.
Hope for this love,
it can illuminate the soul.
Need for this love,
it can become the weight of years.
Want for this love,
it can burn the heart with a thousand small flames.

Yet, this love;
for all its brilliance,
for all its clarity,
can still be clouded by the flesh.
...............................

The probability of alone
weighs heavily
on our search
for another.

In that search
for the hand reaching out
into the dark,
we explain - we describe,
our own dream
of living.

Eyes wide open
gaze into themselves...
into the expanse
of that one brief moment,
when every breath is certain
and every word contains our heart.