She asked what’s wrong.
“Nothing,” he stared at the wall.
“You sure?” she didn’t seem concerned.
“Yeah,” he lied.
“I love you,” she lied.
“I love you too.”
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Monday, October 17, 2005
What it all means
I sometimes wonder what goes through a writer's head when they write, and I wonder why they write the way they do. In case anyone ever wondered that about me, here's my story.
Poetry expresses an emotion, occurrence, dream, thought, moment, wish, fantasy, idea or ideal. For me, poetry (and verse, and all that other fun stuff) becomes an avenue of escape from the mundane and predictable to the surreal, improbable, and even impossible. The beauty of poetry exists in the interpretation; the ten different ideas or thoughts that ten different people can get from the same few lines. Poetry can open doors to places no one ever knew existed. It unlocks something within us, draws on our own references to pull us into that moment or into our own moment. Verse can produce anger, tears, reflection, derision, interest, fascination, infatuation, love, hate, denial, guilt, and boredom, among host of other emotions. Poetry is fluid and takes the shape of the readers mind; I like it that way. My idea when I write a verse may be totally different than the reader’s idea when they read it. And it should be that way. Readers can interpret lines differently based on their sex, experience, background, age, time of day, etc. What makes sense to some is gibberish to others. What touches some angers others. What bores one, may inspire another. Poetry takes words, assembled in a unique package of lines, stanzas and structures, and opens window. That window can become an opportunity to unleash a wellspring of feelings or images. The words are free to assume whatever forms the writer and the reader chooses; the only limitation is imagination. For me, poetry expresses much in a short amount of time. A few simple lines can contain the same story as a novel, condensed, leaving the reader to fill in the details. It requires a willingness by the reader to fill in those blanks, to complete the poem so that it is only for them. Unlike a novel, there is no beginning or end, just possibilities. Sure, you can point at the first word and the last word and say it starts here and ends here, but someone else may disagree and say the beginning was long before the first word, and the ending is still being written. At least, that’s the way they see it from their window.
Poetry, simply stated, is nothing but a jumble of words with limitless potential, to the writer and reader alike.
It’s meaningless and meaningful, helpless and helpful, true and imagined.
Poetry is what we want it to be.
And it just, is.
Poetry expresses an emotion, occurrence, dream, thought, moment, wish, fantasy, idea or ideal. For me, poetry (and verse, and all that other fun stuff) becomes an avenue of escape from the mundane and predictable to the surreal, improbable, and even impossible. The beauty of poetry exists in the interpretation; the ten different ideas or thoughts that ten different people can get from the same few lines. Poetry can open doors to places no one ever knew existed. It unlocks something within us, draws on our own references to pull us into that moment or into our own moment. Verse can produce anger, tears, reflection, derision, interest, fascination, infatuation, love, hate, denial, guilt, and boredom, among host of other emotions. Poetry is fluid and takes the shape of the readers mind; I like it that way. My idea when I write a verse may be totally different than the reader’s idea when they read it. And it should be that way. Readers can interpret lines differently based on their sex, experience, background, age, time of day, etc. What makes sense to some is gibberish to others. What touches some angers others. What bores one, may inspire another. Poetry takes words, assembled in a unique package of lines, stanzas and structures, and opens window. That window can become an opportunity to unleash a wellspring of feelings or images. The words are free to assume whatever forms the writer and the reader chooses; the only limitation is imagination. For me, poetry expresses much in a short amount of time. A few simple lines can contain the same story as a novel, condensed, leaving the reader to fill in the details. It requires a willingness by the reader to fill in those blanks, to complete the poem so that it is only for them. Unlike a novel, there is no beginning or end, just possibilities. Sure, you can point at the first word and the last word and say it starts here and ends here, but someone else may disagree and say the beginning was long before the first word, and the ending is still being written. At least, that’s the way they see it from their window.
Poetry, simply stated, is nothing but a jumble of words with limitless potential, to the writer and reader alike.
It’s meaningless and meaningful, helpless and helpful, true and imagined.
Poetry is what we want it to be.
And it just, is.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Purchase
Buy me the sky, and paint it orange and green
Buy me a mountain top, and bring it down to me
Buy me the ocean blue, and put it in my room
It doesn’t matter to me, as long as it comes from you
Buy me a painting, and put it under my bed
Buy me a kettle, and put it onto my head
Buy me a book, that no one has ever read
It doesn’t matter to me, as long as it comes from you
Life is so much sweeter
When I’m spending it with you
The water is so much deeper
But I’m not afraid with you
Buy me the music, no one has ever played
Buy me the hotel, where no one has ever stayed
Buy me the rhythm, and pair it with the blues
It would be so very sweet, as long as it comes from you
Buy me a second, maybe a minute, or an hour
Buy me a day, a month, or even a year
Buy me a millenium, or maybe even two
It doesn’t matter, as long as I spend it with you
Life is so much sweeter
When I’m sharing it with you
The water so much clearer
I’ll dive in with you
Buy me forever, and place it in a jar
Buy me your smile, and place it in my heart
Buy me your heart, and place it here with mine
Together beating, until the end of time
With you
Sweeter
With you
Buy me a mountain top, and bring it down to me
Buy me the ocean blue, and put it in my room
It doesn’t matter to me, as long as it comes from you
Buy me a painting, and put it under my bed
Buy me a kettle, and put it onto my head
Buy me a book, that no one has ever read
It doesn’t matter to me, as long as it comes from you
Life is so much sweeter
When I’m spending it with you
The water is so much deeper
But I’m not afraid with you
Buy me the music, no one has ever played
Buy me the hotel, where no one has ever stayed
Buy me the rhythm, and pair it with the blues
It would be so very sweet, as long as it comes from you
Buy me a second, maybe a minute, or an hour
Buy me a day, a month, or even a year
Buy me a millenium, or maybe even two
It doesn’t matter, as long as I spend it with you
Life is so much sweeter
When I’m sharing it with you
The water so much clearer
I’ll dive in with you
Buy me forever, and place it in a jar
Buy me your smile, and place it in my heart
Buy me your heart, and place it here with mine
Together beating, until the end of time
With you
Sweeter
With you
Saturday, October 1, 2005
=
we love one another
we hurt one another
we take care of each other
we share with each other
we're best friends
we're bitter enemies
we give and take
we love and hate
we feel left out
we work it out
we push and shove
we kiss and love
we push and pull
we are equal
we hurt one another
we take care of each other
we share with each other
we're best friends
we're bitter enemies
we give and take
we love and hate
we feel left out
we work it out
we push and shove
we kiss and love
we push and pull
we are equal
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Invitation
A presence of splendid features so fine
Enraptures the heart, body and mind
A glimpse of such a beautiful face
The allure of confidence, style and grace
Magnetic fields tingle on the skin
Gravitational pull deep within
Mutual drive down an uncharted route
Freedom beyond misgiving and doubt
Desire
A promise of a second glance
The uncertainty of taking a chance
The eagerness of heart’s desires
Excitement spreads like prairie fire
Suspense in first words spoken
Denial of past hearts broken
Apprehension of feelings to share
The prospect of having someone care
Anticipation
The charm of smiles across the room
Lure of seduction in full bloom
Flattery in words exchanged
Prelude to passion untamed
The enticement of a shoulder bare
Or fingers running through soft hair
Intoxication of new found curves
Enhanced sensation, heightened nerves
Arrival
Fear and anxiety slowly recede
To pleasure, bodies eagerly concede
Submitting to heat, a raging fire
Flesh shudders in the throes of desire
The moments pass deliciously sweet
Movements designed for ultimate release
The greatest pleasure ever known
The union of hearts, bodies and souls
Acceptance
Enraptures the heart, body and mind
A glimpse of such a beautiful face
The allure of confidence, style and grace
Magnetic fields tingle on the skin
Gravitational pull deep within
Mutual drive down an uncharted route
Freedom beyond misgiving and doubt
Desire
A promise of a second glance
The uncertainty of taking a chance
The eagerness of heart’s desires
Excitement spreads like prairie fire
Suspense in first words spoken
Denial of past hearts broken
Apprehension of feelings to share
The prospect of having someone care
Anticipation
The charm of smiles across the room
Lure of seduction in full bloom
Flattery in words exchanged
Prelude to passion untamed
The enticement of a shoulder bare
Or fingers running through soft hair
Intoxication of new found curves
Enhanced sensation, heightened nerves
Arrival
Fear and anxiety slowly recede
To pleasure, bodies eagerly concede
Submitting to heat, a raging fire
Flesh shudders in the throes of desire
The moments pass deliciously sweet
Movements designed for ultimate release
The greatest pleasure ever known
The union of hearts, bodies and souls
Acceptance
Friday, September 16, 2005
False Prophets
Don’t believe all that you see
Or all that you hear
One day
It will all disappear
And the wisdom of the ages
And the intelligence that served you well
Will fade into dust
To be blown across the winds of time
Stinging the eyes of strangers
Who will never understand
And never even try
Until the dawn breaks
And the cycle ends
And we’re truly free
Or all that you hear
One day
It will all disappear
And the wisdom of the ages
And the intelligence that served you well
Will fade into dust
To be blown across the winds of time
Stinging the eyes of strangers
Who will never understand
And never even try
Until the dawn breaks
And the cycle ends
And we’re truly free
Thursday, September 8, 2005
Bittersweet
Sometimes moments aren’t what I expect
Life throws me a curve
I’m not going to toss the towel in yet
I must try to live and learn
And hope that tomorrow and the day after that
Will be have everything that I’ll ever need
Because yesterday is gone, and today slips away
And the aftertaste is too bittersweet
Sometimes people aren’t what I expect
They play by their own set of rules
I can’t take myself out of the game yet
I have to keep playing the fool
And hope that she will see me for what I really am
And not what she hopes I can be
Because I’m too old to change, and too young to die
With memories this bittersweet
My life, my love
Bittersweet
Life throws me a curve
I’m not going to toss the towel in yet
I must try to live and learn
And hope that tomorrow and the day after that
Will be have everything that I’ll ever need
Because yesterday is gone, and today slips away
And the aftertaste is too bittersweet
Sometimes people aren’t what I expect
They play by their own set of rules
I can’t take myself out of the game yet
I have to keep playing the fool
And hope that she will see me for what I really am
And not what she hopes I can be
Because I’m too old to change, and too young to die
With memories this bittersweet
My life, my love
Bittersweet
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
The only thing we can't control, we tempt
It can all change, with a splashing wave
or even a crash of thunder
People mill about, stare at the sky
in wonder
the heavens open
unleashing their pent up fury
and change life in drastic
dramatic ways
we heed no warnings - man can survive anything
(we foolheartedly and arrogantly believe.)
well, maybe mankind, but not all men
we live on the edge
of a million disasters waiting to happen
and we smile, ignorant in our bliss
until the images appear on tv
in the paper, in all the magazines
and on every web page
we follow with the story
with a sick fascination,
uttering words of prayer for those unfortunate souls
who never saw it coming
even though
we all push the envelope
we push nature
we aren't happy when she pushes back
we act surprised
when we should know better
we appear shocked
in the blazing heat or the flooded street
We cry to out toward the sky
"Why?"
and all we hear in return, is silence
because the answer is there
we just don't listen
or even a crash of thunder
People mill about, stare at the sky
in wonder
the heavens open
unleashing their pent up fury
and change life in drastic
dramatic ways
we heed no warnings - man can survive anything
(we foolheartedly and arrogantly believe.)
well, maybe mankind, but not all men
we live on the edge
of a million disasters waiting to happen
and we smile, ignorant in our bliss
until the images appear on tv
in the paper, in all the magazines
and on every web page
we follow with the story
with a sick fascination,
uttering words of prayer for those unfortunate souls
who never saw it coming
even though
we all push the envelope
we push nature
we aren't happy when she pushes back
we act surprised
when we should know better
we appear shocked
in the blazing heat or the flooded street
We cry to out toward the sky
"Why?"
and all we hear in return, is silence
because the answer is there
we just don't listen
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Comment Spam
I turned on word verification because I received 10 Spam comments on my last post (which totally deflated my balloon when I thought I had 14 real comments-does anybody ever read my posts?) Anyway, I hope this small inconvenience doesn't stop real people from leaving comments. I apologize for this, but those spam comments are a pain in the butt.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
I am, Part II - Excess
I am the one that...
...cares a little too much
...drinks way too much, when I drink
...swears all the time
...thinks, analyzes and evaluates all the time
...believes in love too much
...spends more money than I should
...eats too much
...sleeps in too much
...smokes too much, when I smoke
...stays up too late, too often
...reads several books at once
...starts several projects at the same time
...stockpiles what I like, whether I need it or not
...will keep in touch, whether you like it or not
...believes in the rules, common sense and common courtesy
...puts my heart, as well as my head, into my job
...searches for the answers
...cares a little too much
...drinks way too much, when I drink
...swears all the time
...thinks, analyzes and evaluates all the time
...believes in love too much
...spends more money than I should
...eats too much
...sleeps in too much
...smokes too much, when I smoke
...stays up too late, too often
...reads several books at once
...starts several projects at the same time
...stockpiles what I like, whether I need it or not
...will keep in touch, whether you like it or not
...believes in the rules, common sense and common courtesy
...puts my heart, as well as my head, into my job
...searches for the answers
Monday, August 15, 2005
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Separation of church and me
I received email today
From a friend, a relative, an associate
That said we should pray
For the little ones, the poor
Those too sick to pray for themselves
To pray
For those in the service
Deployed in countries we cannot spell
Fighting for causes not our own
Die for who knows what
Who knows where
To pray for our leadership
To guide us through the difficult economy
The war they created
The social security fiasco
For their arrogance
I receive a lot of emails about who to pray for
With requests and pleas, heart touching stories and horrific details about injustice
Sickness, ailments and death
War torn orphans and crack babies
Housing project rejects and inner city gangs
All crying out for help
All crying for my prayers
Do prayers really help?
Do my words, appeals and petitions really make a difference
to some unknown supreme being
that allows all this pain and unfairness anyway?
Don’t preach to me
Don’t quote scripture
Don’t tell me how the Lord works…
And don’t email me asking for prayers.
You pray your way,
I’ll pray mine…privately.
From a friend, a relative, an associate
That said we should pray
For the little ones, the poor
Those too sick to pray for themselves
To pray
For those in the service
Deployed in countries we cannot spell
Fighting for causes not our own
Die for who knows what
Who knows where
To pray for our leadership
To guide us through the difficult economy
The war they created
The social security fiasco
For their arrogance
I receive a lot of emails about who to pray for
With requests and pleas, heart touching stories and horrific details about injustice
Sickness, ailments and death
War torn orphans and crack babies
Housing project rejects and inner city gangs
All crying out for help
All crying for my prayers
Do prayers really help?
Do my words, appeals and petitions really make a difference
to some unknown supreme being
that allows all this pain and unfairness anyway?
Don’t preach to me
Don’t quote scripture
Don’t tell me how the Lord works…
And don’t email me asking for prayers.
You pray your way,
I’ll pray mine…privately.
Sunday, August 7, 2005
Uncomfortable, Part II - The pieces
Give a little
Take a little
Push a little
Pull a little
Sacrifices made
Sacrifices to make
Promises made
Promises to break
Give a little
Take some more
Start a family
Start a war
Selfish wretch
Self contained
No self respect
Pass the blame
Feed the flames
You let them die
But you learned to love
what was left behind
That was me
I don’t what to be
Something learned
Take a little
Push a little
Pull a little
Sacrifices made
Sacrifices to make
Promises made
Promises to break
Give a little
Take some more
Start a family
Start a war
Selfish wretch
Self contained
No self respect
Pass the blame
Feed the flames
You let them die
But you learned to love
what was left behind
That was me
I don’t what to be
Something learned
Saturday, August 6, 2005
Sometimes
Not a one night stand but a good romance
you walked into my life by circumstance
love was so close, so very near
I long to hold you now, hold you here
even though it was only a short time
that we spent together
I feel like I've known you
known you forever
sometimes
a little bit of something
can feel so good
other times
I walk around in silence
doing what I should
every time
I look deep into your eyes
I long to feel your touch
sometimes
a little bit of something
can be a bit too much
We sang aloud magical tunes
in harmony, we sang the blues
stared at the stars from a moonless beach
your heart was close but just out of reach
even though it was only a short time
that we spent together
It feels like you've been gone
gone forever
sometimes
a little bit of something
can feel so good
other times
I walk around in silence
doing what I should
every time
I look deep into your eyes
I long to feel your touch
sometimes
a little bit of something
is a bit too much
-summer, 1989
you walked into my life by circumstance
love was so close, so very near
I long to hold you now, hold you here
even though it was only a short time
that we spent together
I feel like I've known you
known you forever
sometimes
a little bit of something
can feel so good
other times
I walk around in silence
doing what I should
every time
I look deep into your eyes
I long to feel your touch
sometimes
a little bit of something
can be a bit too much
We sang aloud magical tunes
in harmony, we sang the blues
stared at the stars from a moonless beach
your heart was close but just out of reach
even though it was only a short time
that we spent together
It feels like you've been gone
gone forever
sometimes
a little bit of something
can feel so good
other times
I walk around in silence
doing what I should
every time
I look deep into your eyes
I long to feel your touch
sometimes
a little bit of something
is a bit too much
-summer, 1989
Tuesday, August 2, 2005
Inside
Through the night
I lie sleepless
through the darkness
I see distant light
through the silence
I hear soothing rhythms
through the heartbreak
I've done only wrong
Within my heart
an ache too sweet
within my soul
emotions dance
within my being
fire burns bright
within my life
no more retreat
Forgive my errors
human mistakes
forgive my ignorance
I strive to learn
forgive my actions
quick and thoughtless
forgive my arrogance
I humbly ask
through the night,
within my heart,
forgive my errors,
inside
I lie sleepless
through the darkness
I see distant light
through the silence
I hear soothing rhythms
through the heartbreak
I've done only wrong
Within my heart
an ache too sweet
within my soul
emotions dance
within my being
fire burns bright
within my life
no more retreat
Forgive my errors
human mistakes
forgive my ignorance
I strive to learn
forgive my actions
quick and thoughtless
forgive my arrogance
I humbly ask
through the night,
within my heart,
forgive my errors,
inside
Sunday, July 31, 2005
I am, Part I - Chalk outline of me
I am...
...the pursuer, never the pursued
...the victim in a victimless crime
...the nice guy, in nice guys finish last
...getting gray prematurely
...the one who gets dumped
...the one who gets lied to and taken for granted
...the one with a soft heart, soft middle, soft head
...underestimated
...underappreciated
...outspoken, at times
...sometimes paranoid
...losing faith in my community, god, and humanity
...a good cook
...a decent artist
...learning to write
...learning, always
...systematic and logical
...a dreamer
...alone, even when I'm with you
...tall
...trying to guide myself with a broken compass
...lost
...moved by a great piece of art - be it music, sculpture, painting
...one who can break down a song by instrument, in my head, when I hear it
...rarely selfish
...one who wishes far too much
...falling asleep at the wheel.
...the pursuer, never the pursued
...the victim in a victimless crime
...the nice guy, in nice guys finish last
...getting gray prematurely
...the one who gets dumped
...the one who gets lied to and taken for granted
...the one with a soft heart, soft middle, soft head
...underestimated
...underappreciated
...outspoken, at times
...sometimes paranoid
...losing faith in my community, god, and humanity
...a good cook
...a decent artist
...learning to write
...learning, always
...systematic and logical
...a dreamer
...alone, even when I'm with you
...tall
...trying to guide myself with a broken compass
...lost
...moved by a great piece of art - be it music, sculpture, painting
...one who can break down a song by instrument, in my head, when I hear it
...rarely selfish
...one who wishes far too much
...falling asleep at the wheel.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Follow
She said follow me to the edge of always
On my soul she leaves fingerprints of future memories
in her dominion she leads me to the river of time
we watch our history rippling on the waves of years
once upon a time...
we scaled mountains of solitude
descended canyons of doubt
walked along the plains of gratitude
trekked through the forest of love
the mass of trees grew thin
like the weak heartbeat within
we avoided each others eyes
our words, wilted, fell to the ground
blanketed under the heavy snows of despair
and chilled by the downpour of hate
we feared the painful bolts of anger
we became ravaged by the fever of regret
yet, somehow, we found our way...
we reached the tropics of forgiveness
after varying degrees of guilt
approached the latitude of acceptance
and persevered the longitude of blame
now...
we swim in the sea of redemption
and bask on the beaches of devotion
after nights of anxious uncertainty
we awaken to each new dawn of hope
in the land of eternal dreams
On my soul she leaves fingerprints of future memories
in her dominion she leads me to the river of time
we watch our history rippling on the waves of years
once upon a time...
we scaled mountains of solitude
descended canyons of doubt
walked along the plains of gratitude
trekked through the forest of love
the mass of trees grew thin
like the weak heartbeat within
we avoided each others eyes
our words, wilted, fell to the ground
blanketed under the heavy snows of despair
and chilled by the downpour of hate
we feared the painful bolts of anger
we became ravaged by the fever of regret
yet, somehow, we found our way...
we reached the tropics of forgiveness
after varying degrees of guilt
approached the latitude of acceptance
and persevered the longitude of blame
now...
we swim in the sea of redemption
and bask on the beaches of devotion
after nights of anxious uncertainty
we awaken to each new dawn of hope
in the land of eternal dreams
Thursday, July 14, 2005
demons
Numbing liquid
Shields my pain
Alone to face
Another day
Morning sunshine
Can’t reach inside
To shed some light
Where the demons hide
A simple truth
The simpler lies
Time spent, wasted
Rules defied
Passion dwindled
Visions blurred
Focus shifted
With hurtful words
Search for answers
I cannot find
To shed some light
Of demons minds
Search for purpose
Seek the truth
Days are passing
So is youth
Another day
Another lie
Feeds the demons
Where they lie
Close the bottle
Turn out the light
Forget the demons
For another night
Shields my pain
Alone to face
Another day
Morning sunshine
Can’t reach inside
To shed some light
Where the demons hide
A simple truth
The simpler lies
Time spent, wasted
Rules defied
Passion dwindled
Visions blurred
Focus shifted
With hurtful words
Search for answers
I cannot find
To shed some light
Of demons minds
Search for purpose
Seek the truth
Days are passing
So is youth
Another day
Another lie
Feeds the demons
Where they lie
Close the bottle
Turn out the light
Forget the demons
For another night
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
sometimes human
a little too often, I forget
a little too often, I slip
lost my grip, on reality
lost myself, in fantasy
when the darkness fades away
the memories remain
Emotional nightmare of waking dreams
Alien landscape echoes with empty screams
That seem
Almost human
My screams
sometimes human
a little too quickly, I react
a little too quickly, I can crack
lost my hold, on certainty
lost my soul, for eternity
when the mind starts to stray
the agony gets inflamed
Emotional nightmare of empty dreams
Alien landscape echoes with waking screams
That seem
Almost human
My screams
sometimes human
a little too late, I escape
a little too late, I pray
lost my heart, it’s broken free
lost in time, my tranquility
when the anger burns to gray
the scars still remain
Emotional landscape of waking dreams
Alien nightmares echo with primal screams
That seem
Almost human
My screams
sometimes human
I seem
sometimes human
a little too often, I slip
lost my grip, on reality
lost myself, in fantasy
when the darkness fades away
the memories remain
Emotional nightmare of waking dreams
Alien landscape echoes with empty screams
That seem
Almost human
My screams
sometimes human
a little too quickly, I react
a little too quickly, I can crack
lost my hold, on certainty
lost my soul, for eternity
when the mind starts to stray
the agony gets inflamed
Emotional nightmare of empty dreams
Alien landscape echoes with waking screams
That seem
Almost human
My screams
sometimes human
a little too late, I escape
a little too late, I pray
lost my heart, it’s broken free
lost in time, my tranquility
when the anger burns to gray
the scars still remain
Emotional landscape of waking dreams
Alien nightmares echo with primal screams
That seem
Almost human
My screams
sometimes human
I seem
sometimes human
Saturday, July 9, 2005
Eternal Optimist
I sit alone, pained
Disgusted with myself
For missing another rare chance,
to have a brief measure of time,
Alone,
with you
A moment
a mere second, possibly even -
a kiss - magical, simple, powerful
Maybe it’s only a dreamer’s dream,
a romantic’s whim…
a fantasy
Alone again
Trapped with the scenarios
of what I should have done,
could have done
didn’t do…
I grow hungrier for you,
your touch,
your eyes,
your perfume,
your taste
Wondering if…
what if…
maybe if…
but that makes me feel worse…
and better, ironically
A paradox of feelings
swept away with the clarity of second guessing,
when the moment has passed,
hindsight is perfect but the opportunity missed,
again
The rejection and fears linger,
they hold me back,
and I want to move in,
move close to you,
beside you,
around you,
within you
Swiftly, firmly, hungrily… finally…
…yet, the demons arise…
Would you reject me again?
A second time,
without a chance to feel you,
to measure your splendid figure
of graceful arcs and curves,
flesh and fire, heat and desire?
Never once a kiss
- quick, warm, hard –
heavenly with your perfect lips
A guilty pleasure, secret and divine
– a moment to savor when we can smile to ourselves,
later, when no one is looking -
Not even a brief span of time to hold you,
warm and close, heat rising, hearts racing….
Will there ever be a moment alone, again,
before the clock strikes the zero hour and everything changes?
A possibility to close the gap, embrace the truth, and each other…
What I wouldn’t do for a kiss!!!
Like some fool pulled into a game he cannot win,
and shouldn’t be playing, I sit alone
Again
Aching, wanting, yearning…
hoping for a fleeting chance, a singular instance,
a few seconds of bliss,
a flash of passion,
uninhibited, animal and reckless
satisfying, delicious, intoxicating
Have I let you slip through my hands like a dream?
A vision of you, superb and beautiful, admired and
wanted, wanted more than you will ever know
I can’t help but smile at what could have been,
should have been,
would have been…
Or what still can be…
Disgusted with myself
For missing another rare chance,
to have a brief measure of time,
Alone,
with you
A moment
a mere second, possibly even -
a kiss - magical, simple, powerful
Maybe it’s only a dreamer’s dream,
a romantic’s whim…
a fantasy
Alone again
Trapped with the scenarios
of what I should have done,
could have done
didn’t do…
I grow hungrier for you,
your touch,
your eyes,
your perfume,
your taste
Wondering if…
what if…
maybe if…
but that makes me feel worse…
and better, ironically
A paradox of feelings
swept away with the clarity of second guessing,
when the moment has passed,
hindsight is perfect but the opportunity missed,
again
The rejection and fears linger,
they hold me back,
and I want to move in,
move close to you,
beside you,
around you,
within you
Swiftly, firmly, hungrily… finally…
…yet, the demons arise…
Would you reject me again?
A second time,
without a chance to feel you,
to measure your splendid figure
of graceful arcs and curves,
flesh and fire, heat and desire?
Never once a kiss
- quick, warm, hard –
heavenly with your perfect lips
A guilty pleasure, secret and divine
– a moment to savor when we can smile to ourselves,
later, when no one is looking -
Not even a brief span of time to hold you,
warm and close, heat rising, hearts racing….
Will there ever be a moment alone, again,
before the clock strikes the zero hour and everything changes?
A possibility to close the gap, embrace the truth, and each other…
What I wouldn’t do for a kiss!!!
Like some fool pulled into a game he cannot win,
and shouldn’t be playing, I sit alone
Again
Aching, wanting, yearning…
hoping for a fleeting chance, a singular instance,
a few seconds of bliss,
a flash of passion,
uninhibited, animal and reckless
satisfying, delicious, intoxicating
Have I let you slip through my hands like a dream?
A vision of you, superb and beautiful, admired and
wanted, wanted more than you will ever know
I can’t help but smile at what could have been,
should have been,
would have been…
Or what still can be…
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