Where and When

Emptiness and loneliness echo inside mePassionate kisses and groping do not fill the spacesA hollowness wells up inside meNights are only shared with useless thoughtIn my mind I could save the worldArmed with pen and passionWith poems and kissesBut none of that touches meI only pretend the scars are no longer hurtingI have only pushed them deeper down insidePen in handBlack ink on blue lined...

If I was to find her

If I was to find her... I will whisper into her ears those three words Words sweeter than the songs that Solomon sang I will journey across the seven seas in search of her Either she be Lebanese or Dominican, Or be she Chinese I wont know until her face and eyes I see Give me the bearing and I will hoist my sail Follow her up every mountain and every trail Never to approach emptiness and reproach...