poem--- missing you

i look around
what can i say
it's not what i want
not what my mind can see
what i long for is the steady beat
beat of Life
i used to give
not this beat of existence
this meager survival
but a whole different feel

a beat You once heard
a beat You once held
a beat You once made
a beat i now miss

now that it's gone
my heart is lone
yearning not for company
only for what it had
just for what it needs
that simple Completion

poem--- sitting tight

What is my life
-but a tunnel so long
And how do I capture it
-to tell tomorrows young
Yet what is a poem
-but a mangling of a song
And where do I find such words
-but springing from the tongue