When I

when i saw your face
i knew this was my place

when i smelled your scent
i knew all other thoughts had went

when i saw you smile
i knew you were my brand new style

when i heard you speak
inside my heart began a jungle beat

when your eyes met mine
i left all other worlds behind

when i touched your skin
i wondered where all this time i'd been

when i kissed you lips
and put my hands upon your hips

when i held you tight
my soul went into flight

when i woke up next to you
a desire in life was coming true

when i felt togetherness
i found my place above the rest

I Love These Shoes

ive got a new pair of shoes
i want them to last for a long long time
im going to take care of these shoes
try not to wear out the soles

i want them to stay nice
i'll polish them every week
i'm going to repair these shoes
sew up the tears and holes

i love these shoes

look at these great shoes
they are my pride and joy
its rare that shoes will fit so well
and look so good on me

walking in them is a pleasure
this pair of shoes is a treasure
there is security in good footwear
i'm sure you agree

Power Struggle

Who will achieve dominance
To stand above the other?
Who will fight for prominence
Over their lover?

Society strives for equality
That our treatment should be the same
But in every relationship
We play an instinctual game

There should be a leader and the rest will follow
Within lifes social herds
Somebody has to be above the others
As in packs of wolves or flocks of birds

Its a sad truth humanity is the same
That this intoxicating quest for power gain
Can corrupt togetherness and cooperation
And provoke a confrontation

Steadfast resolve breeds conflict
Neither will bend to the others interests
The outcome is never positive
In a clashing of stubborn minds and spirits

Who will listen and who will speak?
Which will decide and who will be meek?
Who is the strong and who is the weak?
What is the role in this life we all seek?

It is in our nature
To have a chain of command
And there is no mutual respect
In this egotistical untamed land

We cannot avoid this battle for the top of the hill
Nor can we break free of the animal inside
Who will submit to the others will
Or end up leaving it all behind?

An Immortal Thing

This poem is written by my friend in Bulgaria, Liuba. It is her response to my morbid themed poetic ramblings about love, death, etc. She wrote this near Halloween and I really like it. I am sharing it since I haven't sorted through any of my own poems or written any new ones at the moment.

For everything, anytime may come their hour for death
What can be if death forgets?
Will we stay for forever, without sense for time?
To see others come and go?

What will happen with bones, with brain, with soul?
Ah yes, soul is immortal they told, and may be right
So the soul will have not any problem
But what if bones become very old and body still moves and walks?

Will they be broken? How will they move?
Will they bend under their burden?
Could a human creep like a snail with flexible bones?
Or bones will be brittle like glass?

What will come to be with the muscles and flesh?
Would they decay and rot?
Will old spoiled flesh fall from the bone?
Or will it be parched over them?

Will the brain be able to think?
Will it be so clever and wise?
What can the soul do as an immortal thing
When the body stops to work?

What about the heart? what about blood?
What about feelings of love and hate?
Will existance be so sad?
Or will it be ok, or magically nice?

What If body converts into fairy fog?
Like a spirit of air and light
Would gravity still keep it on earth?
What will be, and how it will work?

Well... death is too old, like life, i can guess
And no one ever forgets
And maybe that is better,
In other case, what kind will life be at all?