What I started out like here has been forced into the seclusion of my mind.

I hide the me that could be ravaged by outsiders.

I can only expose my hearts most secred details to few.

Passions are a heavy iron and those that taste mine are driven to the hills.

My eyes tear right through the flesh that stands before me.

Only those with the purest of intensions will survive my hearts desire.

Dancing on hot coals I need to settle this dispute.

It is but my weakness, wearing this heart on my sleeve.

This passion can't die, without being undone to run restlessly.

What will I do for the better cause of my future years.

Soon my love, we will find each other on the beaches of serenity.

I will look to the stars and name it for you.

Presently my heart will be left untouched as a temple to the ever winding beginning in my future.

Passion to Patience.

~Musical Tastebuds of the Day~

I must leave todays intrigue to DMB and let him sing my poetry to the best taste. I hope you enjoy this, try downloading the song and then speaking the poem above. It is interesting how from a torrid song a piece of my work can stem.

"So Much to Say"

by Dave Matthews Band

I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside

Can't see the light

And my Heaven is a nice house in the sky

Got central heating and I'm alright

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Can't see the light

Keep it locked up inside

Don't talk about it

Talk about the weather

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Can't see the light

Open up my head and let me out, little baby

'Cause here we have been standing for a long, long time

Treading trodden trails for a long, long time

I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside

Can't see the light

And my Heaven is a nice house in the sky

Got central heating and I'm alright

'Cause here we have been standing for a long, long time

Treading trodden trails for a long, long time

I find sometimes it's easy to be myself

Sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else

I see you young and soft, oh little baby

Little feet, little hands, little feet, little baby

One year of cryin' and the words creep up inside

Creep into your mind, yeah

So much to say

So much to say...

'Cause here we have been standing for a long, long time

Treading trodden trails for a long, long time

I find sometimes it's easy to be myself

Sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else

So much to say

So much to say...