How do you say I love you

getting through your days

Is it a kiss on the lips in the morning

Is it a coffee on the deck

Is it in helping do the shopping

or confiding when you feel like a wreck

Is it in the gift of a beautiful red rose

or chocolate, this wins their heart

Is it helping to juggle the kids daily program

or in even knowing where to start

Love is blind, it's true they say

But of course that dont mean a thing

We all know best and as it finds us

All we can do is submit and pick out a ring

Is it happily chatting on for hours

In awe of what is said

Is it helping to clean up soiled sheets

when the kids have wet the bed

Is it spending your time wondering

Just what is in their mind

Is it crying with them or helping them out when they are in a bind

Would it be holding hands as we walk down the street

Is it in giving their mother a kiss on the cheek the very first time we meet

Do you find it sitting silent, as they read their awesome book

or watching them try on clothes after they asked you to take a look

Do we find it in a sunset view as we drive to and fro

Is it in answering all the questions that they really want to know

Is it in their eyes so blue, as they look into your soul

Is it in understanding it is them with whom you want to grow old

Is it in the honour and respect you give them

or keeping the smile upon their face

Is it playing tag in a field or watching them win the race

Is it in keeping it so simple by helping with the daily grind

Opening the door and saying thank you for being oh so kind

For some it is the words themselves that they need to hear

They say I love you everyday like it's a victory cheer

I think its so much deeper than words that we convey

It is in our thoughts, our very souls, spoken by our actions, the only way

Love is both happiness and sadness, endured from the start.

It is sacrificing your every breath, your soul and the tattered pieces of your heart.

When we have it, we want to ring the bells so loud

And they wrap their arms around you as you look at them so proud.

I thought I was dreaming

Until I woke up

To find you next to me

Nestled between my arms

Secured

And protected

Beautiful illuminated by the moon

Shadowed by my love

I kissed your cheek

Rolled over and smiled

It wasn't a dream

It was my reality

K.j.a. (c) 2016

Perfectly aligned lines in centres,

Are where your petty little heart meant.

Numbers to it all, you said; this orb.

Painstaking persuasion trying to make your statement.

But.

You are not one and all.

You do not make the rain fall.

You do not make the stars come out.

You do not turn my track to the tiger's cave.

I'd like to prize your lust wide with love's slave?

Maybe.

But that's just a touch on an ocean of hands.

It doesn't make you a timepiece in a land devoid light.

Marshmallow had a major crush on Hot Chocolate. She was his Hot Chocolate, the sweetest drink in the world. Marshmallow himself was a romantic, and although he was sweet as well, he preferred a more fluffy romantic approach in comparison to the steamy affection she had. Despite that, Marshmallow loved Cocoa, as he affectionately called her, and was willing to do anything to be with her. His love for Hot Chocolate was so great that he made the decision that would change his life forever. Marshmallow gave up his life and melted to be with his love, Hot Chocolate, forever.

Loneliness goes away with flight.

This beautiful gift gives my eyes better sight.

Beneath me is all destroyed.

In front of me is open joy.

As I soar through the powerful winds;

I feel my wings bring peace within.

Tracy Salinas Rodriguez 2016

How are you?

How am I? How’s anyone

How’s the mom without the son?

How’s the man who held the gun?

How’s the wife who’s life’s undone?

How’s the son who now has no one?

And how’s the one whose race is run?

Turn the radio on.

(interlude)

What do you hope to achieve

What do I hope to achieve?

I need a life without reprieve

I need to never get that sleep

The kind that used to evade me

Now I evade it, till morning light

Cause sleeping makes my chest feel tight

The wasted time does not feel right

That I’m asleep when I should write

So I stay up straight through the night

And then again the next night’s fight.

Turn the radio on

(interlude)

What are you afraid of?

What do I fear? Everything

I fear the dark when I’m writing

I fear the dial you keep turning

Don’t lower the volume, I'll start thinking

I fear I’ll get stuck on a line

And I won’t find the way out this time

I fear my hobby loses its shine

When I try to give myself a deadline

I fear I’ll lose the will to shout

And the coward inside won’t be drowned out

I fear that once I’ve been found out

That fate will take my only route

To being remembered.

Oh and I fear being dismembered… and clowns

Turn the radio on

(interlude)

Is there anything else you’d like to say?

Is there anything else I’d like to say?

Anymore insight to display?

Anything else that brings me shame?

Anymore words to frame my brain?

And pain?

No

Turn the radio on.