Our love is forbidden.
It never should be.
It is easily realized.
We both can see.

Though I can’t help myself
No more than can you.
I doubt we can hide it
From everyone’s view.

So what will we say
When our love comes to light?
Will our feelings go crashing
As rumors take flight?

No one understands
It’s so hard to see.
What would you want
with someone like me?

Could anyone think
We might fit like a glove?
Could it possible
We might be in love?

I have something for you.
You have something for me.
Does it really matter
just what that might be?

Should we consider
How others may feel?
Is what we do wrong
So our love we conceal?

It’s so hard to fight back
when you’ve done nothing wrong
Yet someone elts thinks
Our love can’t belong.

‘Tis a world full of judgment
In which we are born.
These are the pillars
On which our love is shorn.


A little bit wormy
And it seems like some rot
But these are ideals
Our society has taught.

So do I follow rules
Of someone long dead?
Or fallow my heart
And take you to my bed?

Rew 2007

As I speed on down the runway.
Take off and lift my gear.
Never seeing you again
is all I ever fear.
Talking to the tower
it's still you that's on my mind.
So much I should be thinking of,
but you're the only thought I find.
Can't you feel the ground effect
underneath my wings?
You are the wind that gives me lift.
The song that my heart sings.
You are the apex in my loop.
The G's that hold me in.
You're the force I must escape
when I do a spin.
As I fly so gently
high above the ground.
I feel so awful lonely
because you're not around.
I see your house below me.
I have to do a buzz.
Wing over now into a dive.
Why? Don't know. Because!
I think it was my thought of you.
I wanted you to know.
Always you are in my mind.
Don't matter where I go.
It doesn't matter what I'm doing
flying high or diving deep.
You are what is on my mind
Even when I sleep.
Rew 7/16/04

It's a beautiful morning
The sun shining bright
I sleeped quite well
through out the whole night
I feel fully rested
I'm ready to go
It is not a work day.
Thank god it is so
I really don't know
What I want to do.
Though I was really hopeing
I could spend it with you.
A casual walk
In the park
by the creek
We could talk as we walk
stop somewhere and eat
Drink a glass of wine
could I hold your hand
Just something simple
doesn't have to be planned
A marvelous day
we could stay well passed dark
something to do
just on a lark
Rew 3/1/08

Interesting! The heart is caged, behind so many bony bars.
Yet still it can be cut and slashed, then left so full of scars.
We all have our turn left bleeding, our souls pouring on the floor.
As the one we loved so much, passes through our door.
The tears go rolling down our face, dripping off our chin.
Every thought inside our head, saying it's the end.
The joy in life forever gone, how can love be again?
Is there anybody anywhere, who has a heart to lend?
Every time I show it, it gets another burn.
Why do I refuse to see, why is it I can't learn?
Lost upon these desolate shores, I forever sail alone.
A very very lonly soul, a heart that knows no home.
A tall and raging water fall, seething emotions foam.
Not a single drop of love, can to my heart be shone.
As the emotion we most live for, strains through endless sands,
a sun that lights our sky above, departs for distant lands.
I'm now left standing by myself, a lonly broken man.
Giving love to someone else, I no longer think I can.
My heart broken to many times, now lost forever more.
A sweet old man that lives alone, a bachelor to the core.
Rew

She calls to my senses
My head swims in her song
I am lost in her music
Her pull is so strong.
Her spell has entrapped me
She is stealing my heart
I stay here in silence
As she weaves her dark art.
She captures my mind
with her words as she sings
She tells of the pleasure
Her warm body brings.
The softness the firmness
the sent of her sweat.
She knows I'll fall pray.
She has already bet.
She does not really love me
It's her form of abuse.
For the way that she lures me
she has no excuse.
She knows nature calls to me
she's sure of her craft.
She knows at her magic
she is rarely surpassed
No one escapes her
she's deadly and sure.
For the song she will sing to you
There is not a cure
She's lovely she's crafty
You best run while you can,
or your life will be over
long before it began.
Rew 6/23/04

I sleep illness off so it don't matter