Mark Peterson

Your mind intriguing…
Vision inspiring…
Beauty beyond…
I’m lost for words…
Friendship so deep…deeper than you know…
I’m at a loss…lost for words…
I cry inside…like a scared little boy…
N…

Will you get dirty with me…
Deliciously nice…
Will you concede, and be my vice…
The corruption I want…
The trivial facts…
The flaw in my character that makes me act…
Will you be mine and …

I think she is a little whacked…
I think he is a little whacked…
But then again some might say…
I am extremely whacked…
So what is the definition of whacked?

Could be you are stuck in yo…

He spoke to me through the wisdom of others…
But I did not hear…

He spoke to me in the morning mist…
But I did not hear…

In the evening when the sun went down…
But once again I failed …

A cold winters night with snow on the ground…
Alone in my chair as I watch the fireplace sparkle with light…
Flames dancing, warming my blood that flows within…

But the heart remains cold……

Everybody falls sometimes…
No matter what spiritual path you may follow…
But don’t give up, the sun will shine again…
When you least expect it, answers will come…
Just believe the sun will …

I miss you…
For all that you gave…
For all that you where…
I miss you every day…
Because you gave me hope…
You gave me love…
You inspired me…
Like the angels above…
My darkest days you …

Empty…
Nothing left…
The fight is gone…
I wrote my letter…
Maybe he will see it…
Maybe he won’t…
But I have to hope…
After all I am human…
I live on faith…
I do believe…
Though I cann…

How sad that we expect…
We cannot see…
The pain nor the happiness…
The agony or defeat…

We wish and dream…
So it would seem…
That others can save us…
From the hunger that starves us…
…

Write your words and touch my heart…post your art and capture my heart, but I cannot promise you are all there is…so much to see and so much to do, never will I promise what I love in you…until…

I stand naked before you…
The laughter echoes…
From the shadows I see judgment…
The fear that grips me…
The prevailing wasteland…
That you yourself do not see…
Blinded by shame…
Convince…

It’s not always pretty roses and beautiful things…a loving touch, and the birds that sing…sometimes I write about demons and things…those empty spaces and pain of the past…so much inside the so…

I’m just a friendly cigarette,
Don’t be afraid of me…
While all the advertisers say,
I’m harmless as can be…
They tell me I’m your friend,
I like that cunning lie…
That you would walk a m…

I spend my days in quiet contemplation…
All with memories in the maze of my thoughts…
Tender kisses and those special touches…
The puffy white clouds I reach to touch…
Gentle words and thos…

Scorching heat from the sky above…
Passions burning…
White doves all about…
Clouds forming…
The horizon close to touch…
Shadows forming…
A burst of rain…
White doves cry…
Rainbow colors…

tears streaming…
alone in the night…
emotions escape me…
tethered and tainted…
a moment of thought…
reflections of heart…
the emptiness holds me…
shattered dreams…
within my walls…
bur…

I remember your radiant beauty when we walked hand in hand under the shinning moonlight on a cool summers night…

I remember the days when only you could comfort my spirit…

I remember …

Your body my canvas…
I paint you with care…
With the colors I choose…
I compliment you and share…
Carefully I smooth on the colors that please…
Delightfully stroking on your body with ease…