Sonnettics

It’s true that time is money, who’d have known!
I want to spend my precious time with you
It’s worthless when I spend my time alone
But valuable, no matter what we do
My time should be invested in your heart
Where it would be so safe and so secure
And in my thoughts of you while we’re apart
My time with you is precious gold that’s pure
Come spend your time with me; I’ll give you more
Your money isn’t counterfeit; it’s real
“I’ll keep your money safe,” the oath I swore
And “kick their ass” if someone tries to steal!
If spending time with you is all I’ve got
I’m richer than I ever, ever thought!

I need to climb a mountain; you were right
And yes, with little steps, I need to start
I cannot see the peak; it’s out of sight
The strength to climb it’s here, within my heart
You know it’s there; I let you in to see
Whatever I had buried deep inside
You found them all; the pieces that are me
I promised you that I would never hide
I know it feels like I’ve ignored your care
But Sweetie, I’m as frustrated as you
Logistics are a pain. I’m here; you’re there
Ignoring love’s a thing I’d never do
Come climb with me; we’ll summit, side by side
I’ll hold your hand and let you be my guide.

I need the tears; they make my feelings clean
I hate the tears; they burn my eyes with pain
I don’t know what the tears expect or mean
I only know they’re part of life’s refrain
The music comes, demands that I compose
Expectantly, the notes demand my time
My heart begins a rhythm no one knows
Too frequently my feelings end in rhyme
I wish I could make beauty nod her head
She’s been my muse; she’s helped me to create
Her approbation comes in streaks of red
Like sunset at the close of dappled fate
I cry too often for my heart to bear
My heart belongs to anyone who’ll care.

She told me to be angry, and I am
Tonight I tried to stand, but almost fell
And if I fell, I couldn’t give a damn!
My broken body feels like it’s in hell
Be very angry’s what she said to me
I’m very angry since that fatal day
I hate the way that now I have to be
I never knew that life could be this way
They say I should be grateful I’m alive
I say they all should shove their gratitude
I work my ass off! That’s why I survive
And yeah, it’s better to be seen than viewed
She told me to be angry; it’s my right
My anger will ensure I win this fight.

I want to drink you deeply, like a wine
The flavor of your red, red lips is sweet
Come kiss and make a red, red stain on mine
Intoxicate and make my soul complete
I have no way to tell you how I feel
Except to use the metaphor: I’m drunk
Intoxicated happiness is real
It’s not some myth that reason can debunk
The joy of you inebriates my soul
beyond the simple vintage of your touch
One drink of you and I lose all control
And yet I’m sure I’ll never drink too much
Come fill my goblet once again, my love
It’s more than your bouquet I’m thinking of!

I’m not a knight, but wish I was for you
My princess, will my love and strength suffice?
I fight myself; I fight my demons too
I’ll never quit; I’ll win at any price
The only price I never want to pay
is losing you; I’d rather lose my life
I lost it once, but found it on the day
I found my princess. Now my heart is rife
with feelings that were either lost or dead
I know you know I’m not a knight; I’m flawed
You know I have no crown upon my head
But do you know that by your grace, I’m awed?
I’m told that knighthood may be earned by deed
I’ll earn it for my princess, in her need.

I guess I’m just an artist; I have found
that nothing matters more than to create
I’ve learned to love these words; I love their sound
I love that they elicit love and hate
Like rain that makes things grow and floods as well
There’s good and bad in everything worthwhile
They use these words in heaven and in hell
These words can make you sad or make you smile
For clay to be ceramic takes the hand
of one we call an artist with his art
It can’t be done with just a firm command
It takes the clear direction of the heart
My words become my poems only when
They start within my heart, and only then.

Her beauty goes much deeper than her skin
I’ve felt it in the depth she chose to share
If beauty was a contest, she would win
But since it’s not, there’s nothing to compare
My words are weak, although I give my best
I can’t depict her beauty with my verse
I wish my words were strong and could attest
Her beauty isn’t something to rehearse
I’m tempted to be silent from now on
So that I don’t detract from her at all
But though I write, her beauty won’t be gone
All trees survive despite their loss in fall
Like flowers bloom in Spring from Winter’s sleep
Her beauty isn’t trite or just skin-deep.

My thoughts of her are real, but I want more
Reminders of the softness of her skin
My senses locked, she waits outside the door
One kiss is all I need to let her in
I need her touch; I want her warm caress
My thoughts may wander, but they never leave
The thoughts of what she is, beneath her dress
Such thoughts are thoughts I know I will achieve
There’s ecstasy she has, I haven’t dreamed
There’s beauty that she holds within her heart
I felt her in my thoughts, or so it seemed
I feel her love although we are apart
I know those thoughts are real, but I want more
Such memories the future has in store.

I hope you know you’re not just poetry
And yet, I hope you know these words are real
What I compose contrasts exquisitely
With what I want and know I need to feel
I need to be within your precious heart
I need to hold your precious heart in mine
I need this poetry when we’re apart
When we’re together, words will be divine
Like chasing dreams and having them come true
Or seeing twilight’s dawn become the day
I’ve never found a metaphor of you
And if I did, I’d throw my pen away
My words express the things I can’t conceal
And you, my dear, are beautiful and real.