All I Need – Original Poem


All I need
Is my true companion
The air that I breathe
A daily reminder of the love you bring

All I need is you
From the summer to the fall
Winter to spring

Rain will fall
Flowers will grow
Snow will glisten
Birds will fly

Time will pass like a warm evening breeze
Each smile a wrinkle placed strategically in the museum of your beauty
Housed under the temple of your skin
Forever encased for each passing visitor in need of a human touch
There you will be

All I need is you

You make me pure
Like the honey dripping off the petal to the tip of my tongue

I burn for you
A fire rages inside of me
Fuel by the deepest of human desire

Making love is everything
The collision of mind fortified by an eternal promise

You made me learn to laugh
Allowed me to cry
Found a resting place between happiness and sadness

Forgetting life’s problems through acceptance
You made a kingdom for the two of us


All I need is you
I turn to you as you walk away, soothed by your shadow
Counting time through the grains of the hourglass until we touch again

I’m missing you
Missing you with the good pain I feel inside

All I need is you

Confessions of a Homeless Man – Original Poem


Confessions of a homeless man
A soul without a body to call home
Isolated and alone
Surrounded by the chaos of a million voices shouting at once

Undressed and naked
I stand before all of you
Exposed to your words

You torture me with your mental rocks and stones
Pillaged and worn I stand tall
Weakened by the scars; strengthened by the will

In the center I stand
Dirty and tainted
The crowd edges closer to my bare feet
Smaller and smaller the space between
Claustrophic dreams racing through my scattered head

The screaming is piercing now
Ears bleeding from the high pitched flow
Dripping down my chin soaking my face with my life’s blood

Closer and closer
The footsteps deafening
I cannot hide behind this invisible shield any longer
I close my eyes and wait

Inevitability has drawn the sword

Rocking Chairs – Original Poem by Gabriella


Two young bodies, running, twirling, daring each other
Rest and rock a while, before lunging back into life
For just a minute, we could sit side by side
And write the pros and cons
Of why we should continue to hide.

Let’s buy these chairs, together, a practical symbol
To fill our new nest, a place to sit though we never rest.
I’ll use them to hold my books and sweater, you’ll paint them green

For just a minute, we could sit side by side
Fingers twined and I’ll tell you what is growing inside
The rocking will stop, and restart, after you decide, okay
These chairs will be perfect, for nights of hungry tears,
Of angels softly sleeping in our arms
Who will soar into the world, leaving us behind

Two chairs wait again for our bodies to fill them
For reading the news, sipping coffee and saying good morning to you after scores of years
For just a minute, we could sit side by side
And watch the soft horizon grow darker each night
And let our souls realize, we had a beautiful life


Two lonely chairs, rediscovered, stripped and sanded
Refurbished, old green paint peeking through
My hand in yours, a curious pair, at an antique store
Two empty rocking chairs are waiting for us

Between Sand and Stones – Original Poem


Between sand and stones I’ll find my way back to you
In the darkness and light I will brave my wounded soul to find you
Hand in hand we will runaway

You were right

In my humbled state along these sharp edges, I look to the stars to light my journey
Time destroyed our bond
Left us alone and listless
Glue melted away by this war of hatred destroying the sentiment of devotion
Weakness is killing

The heat of the devils hypnosis lulled us
Deeper we fell
Further away we slipped away

Finally awakened
Lost; deserted
Without direction, without a compass to guide my way
No lantern to brighten this murkiness I have sunk into


I will find the road paved for you and I
Until I am on all fours crawling to your knees I will fight

When I look up into your eyes filled with glee and see the empty cup filled with tears of joy, I will know
I will know destiny has tricked the devil and forever I will look to the sun and find light in your arms

This Old Porch – Original Poem with Audio


This old porch sits high above the ragged old grass
Brown and green with patches of life remaining
Sitting on this rocking chair soothed by the creeks grooving into the wooden base

This old porch has a lifetime of memories under each two by four
A spider weaving its web in the corner content with his place
Birds sing each morning to this weary man rested high on his throne

With an audience of one, they rejoice
Never missing a performance
Blessed with coffee and the grace of a morning breath

This old porch faded in brown
Once beautiful and new
The foundation of a home
The gateway to a new life

Up the stairs to this covered sanctuary
An escape from the rain
Shelter from life’s storm


This old porch remains
A foundation for these weak legs
Knees shaking
Nails peaking through the base

Sun settling now
Rich rustic vision in the sky

From this old porch, the lights dim and the show begins

Cats settle on the steps
Mystified by the light
Clouds rolling in and resting above

Worn hands rest on the handle
A life labored proud and pure
Wrinkles compliment the tattered mahogany
Faded glory

Medals of valor of wars long since retired
Coal mines lined with tears
Path paved
Mouths fed
A life fulfilled

Another day on this old porch


This Ledge – Original Poem


Between the lines of right and wrong I stand
Misguided by the principals of childhood written in crayon void of prejudice
A rainbow of acceptance
Running around the laughter
Chasing the ghosts of fear away in the arms of our mothers

Fantasy was our world of mystery, never to enter our fortress of reality

No death
Transference to another day
New and refreshed

On this ledge I stand now
Long way down
Only seconds stand between now and eternity
Weakness penetrates the knees
A shiver sends chills as I carelessly reach for the clouds

Voices below, faceless, nameless
They call to me
Sympathies from strangers
Perhaps it is redemption they seek
In their cries, forgiveness will be written on their eternal stones

To my left I see myself in the mirror as a boy
Proud and free
Hope was a halo above

Time passed
The fortress was broken
Pain penetrated

I fought off the darkness
Only looking to the light

On this ledge I stand
A decision
Selfish and righteous


My path is easy

To my right, my present
Many faces, so few I recognize but I know them all
They will wake up tomorrow in this reality
They will feel
They will hurt living with this action acted out in my mind

On this ledge I stand
Sun setting, perhaps for one last time
Dusk takes over the sky

I look out to a world endless and undiscovered

I wait…
I hear my heartbeat

Do Not Tell Me If I’m Dying – Original Poem


Do not tell me if I’m dying
If I saw my final sunset it’s too soon
To never dream of you is my greatest sadness

To breathe you in is more powerful than the core energy of the universe

I want to feel your touch and the warmth of sun

Do not tell me if I’m dying
I will never let you go

The sensation of your lips on mine
Tingling in anticipation
Wet and cherry tipped

It is my heaven
Safe haven of utopia
It is the purity of a newborn

Do not tell me if I am dying

I cannot bear to see the hurt in your face
Color disappear
Eyes losing their will to see
To wipe your tears and taste the salty sorrow
Squeezing until the strength seizes

Do not tell me if I am dying

Gravity hold me down
Do not let me drift away
With all your force let me remain
Remain with her

Let our footsteps be preserved forever in the sand


Do not tell me if I am dying

Tomorrow will come
The sun will rise
Warm our faces
Awaken our souls together

Do not tell me if I am dying
I will not listen