Monthly Archives: September 2015

Illustrated Poetry

I found myself at the beginning,
a zenith if you will,
and knew that the party had just started.
A prevernal Psalm,
a hymn to the rose and the cross
had carried me to faraway dreams
and afternoon places.
Shal I sing you a sonnet?
Poetry in motion
born on midsummers wings,
fly, my pretties, fly.
And we will love
and we will hate
as we look beyond the fog
of symbolic relationships
that cast shadows over time
but carry quiet joy.
For there is a time to plant
and a time to sow
and all the colors of the rainbow
are ours
if only we see.

© 2015 Stephen Boothe


Forever Man

I want to be your forever man
not just an afterthought
or an option
or a pleasant way to pass the time

I dont want to be
just some guy that sends you flowers
or buys you pizza
or someone you pass by as you go through life

I want to be the one
your bones ache for
the one your skin hungers for
the one that creeps into your thoughts late at night

i want to be your forever man
the one you’ll always believe in

i want to be your forever man

© 2015 Stephen Boothe


I can do this alone
repeating to myself
because I know it’s true

But i dont want to
and thats the truth

you can do this
all by yourself
but what about us
What about us

I want us
and thats the truth

If I must
I will go and stay
in my own space

But i dont want to
and thats the truth

How far I’ve come
to live my life
in a place
I want to share

How easy to go
and be alone

But I dont want to
and thats the truth

And it’s the only
truth I have

© 2015 Stephen Boothe

Japanese Girl

Walking down that dirty street so long,
I’d lost the taste for life,
drinking all those dreams so wrong.

Then I met that Japanese girl…
She took me for a ride
then threw me right out.

I think I must have been a ghost
drifting on dust,
wine, weed, and pills,

just living in my shoes
and saying all those things
I used to say.

Then I dreamt of that Japanese girl
thinking maybe,
just maybe,

I could walk down that street once more.
I don’t know…
am I still alive?

Well I don’t know if I’m sane
or if this is really all I am
or all I’ve become.

But still I dream of that Japanese girl
and wonder…
wonder why.

© 2015 Stephen Boothe

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