I don't follow the rules.

My hope is that we all feel a little like this once in a while.

I write within the lines
and scribble in the margins.
I am partners with great software
But curse many hardware stores.
I look down to catch beautiful curves
And love to look up into eyes.
I am worthless pile of skin and bones
But I’m loved by the innocent.
I will wake with a smile on my face
And I will die content.
Especially if you are smiling now.

By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs

Shade

Shade is nature’s black hole for stress.
A good breeze and song in the air
Fills the soul like a warm caress.

Ah today is just a mere moment to begin
To rethink or even change on a dare.
Just thinking about it; paints on a big grin.

Should love really be openly shared?
Isn’t it just the passionate lure of skin?
But what if it meant we honestly cared?

I’ll let the answers evaporate in the wind.
Wrap up my relaxation neatly for later.
And be glad my yesterdays weren’t so thin.


By Dave Schipper
© 2009 Rose Riversongs