Changing colors of Heart.

Good Morning to all my fans out there in the forest of life. I hope that all of you are doing beautifully on each of your paths out there in the world. This guide of life has been thinking since the beginning of the change of the leaves. Upon my thoughts and worlds of the wilderness. I have pondered on my feelings and wondered where I was going on this time in my life. I have met so many beautiful people and they have had a change of color of thier heart. I am sadden because they are afraid of what I bring to their lives because I usually show radical change to their hearts and soul.

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The Moments Gone

Two Rotations of the sun
Since I have been with you
I miss the time under the weeping willow
That I traced your lips in the moonlit sky

Where have the moments gone
Where have the time gone

As the leaves dance upon gods breath
I miss her warm touch
Miss her warm hugs
Only she could give
Under the weeping willow

Where have the moments gone
Where have the time gone

The feeling she gives me when she brushes up next to me
The beautiful smiles that shine like the beauty of the sun

She is my life; my love
She is all I want to have in this world
The world is she; my love is she

Where have the moments gone
Where have the time gone

I miss her heart beating in the night
As I lay next to her in the darkness and the light between us
Comforts; keeping both of us safe in our bed
I miss feeling her next to me

Where have the moments gone
Where have the time gone

Missing her under the weeping willow in the moon light

Written: October 20,2005
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My Soul on Canvas

Images in my soul
Grasping reality with my brush
Bleeding my love; painting my heart

I paint my soul on canvas
Remembering you …
Remembering you…
Touching my soul with your love

That look of eternal love
Sculpting your face in my mind
Never forgetting your curves
The smoothness of your skin
The way your wavy hair flows
How you smile upon my soul

I paint my soul on canvas
Remembering you …
Remembering you…
Touching my soul with your love

Those eyes touching
Touching my deepest parts of my heart
Iris reflecting my soul
Lighting my path of life
Firely passion of life; of me
As I brush her essence of life in her eyes
I bleed my soul on the canvas for her

I paint my soul on canvas
Remembering you …
Remembering you…
Touching my soul with your love

That smile of sensual love
Pinkish flesh; a color of a petal of a Rose
Soft to touch; soft to feel; soft to kiss
Wet like the morning dew
Puffy as the clouds above
That I will always want to feel

I paint my soul on canvas
Remembering you …
Remembering you…
Touching my soul with your love

Blossoming Rose of pinkish petals of warmth
Thoughts of loving you touching the petals
That closes upon me
Caressing my soul
My thoughts
My spirit

I paint my soul on canvas
Remembering you …
Remembering you…
Touching my soul with your love

I will always remember you
As I use my soul to bleed a palette
A palette to eternally paint you in my heart

Written: October 18,2005
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Orange Colored Seats

Seating in the orange color seats
In the metro
Seating and waiting
Waiting like the leaves stumbling in the falls breeze

Remembering that brown eyed curly haired girl
With the eyes of a goddess
Seating in the Metro
Reading her Cosmos
In her beautiful business suit

Seating in the orange color seats
In the metro; we sat
Exchanging glances

Smiling at each other
Remembering that brown eyed curly haired girl

Then she was gone like the vanishing snows of winter

Seating in the orange color seats in the Metro
Seating and waiting
Waiting like the leaves stumbling in the falls breeze

Seating and waiting
Seating and waiting
In the orange colored seats

Remembering that brown eyed curly haired girl

Written October 19,2005