Sep 27, 2006

Dangerous

In partly, it's decided what will be and what can never be: those who decide, who have supreme rule and ultimate disregard for any such rule, have declared intentions to abolish the institution where you have placed all your faith and trust.

Simple Voyeurism

It has come to my attention that falling through the sky and hitting the ground is not quite what it was cracked up to be... Never before has such freedom wrought upon so many such pain. Swimming through the stars may result in backstroking into a painful supernova, leading to a rather messily unfathomable death.

While such supernatural wonders are not ours to experience, when one may lie on grass, preferably not astro-turf, with another of strong significance, these simple voyeuristic pleasures become an intrinsic part of one's world. My world. Your world. Our world.

Queen Of May

I was sitting on a rock on that blustery day when I was blown away.
You walked up with your hair all astray.
You walked up and you blew me away.
I watched as before me you swayed.
I was mesmerized by a twinkle that played in your eyes,
Catching the ocean that waved with a wind so strong
It might blow us away.

It was Friday the fifth. It was Guy Fawkes Day.
How could I forget that significant day?
We stood together, soaking in the ocean's spray.
We stood together, that is to say,
Hand-in-hand we were all day.

We watched the sea spray until the break of day.
To see the sun, to hear you say:
"Has there ever been a more magnificent day?"
T'was all it took to blow me away.

Months passedby and together we stayed.
I never asked you for a roll in the hay,
(Though if I asked I knew that I may)
But I wanted to love you my own special way.
Hand-in-hand through every day,
Valentine's Day and Patrick's parade.

You know you always were my Queen of May,
That's why I'll ask you in this round about way,
Would you be my silver in a cloud of gray?
If only you were forever to stay.
Would you stand by me in white array?
Would you hold my hand on our wedding day?
Friday the fifth, what would you say?

From thence we shall run to our home far away
Heart-in-heart forever to stay.

Just be alone with me and eventually we'll entwine our destiny. It's not that hard...

When we're twisting, we're telling that modern is selling.
Archaic: an old hat! Nobody wants that!
Who will waste their time on the outdated and old?
Pretty people want the brazenly bold.
Girlies with goodies: we'll see ogling eyes.
Big boys with toys: we'll see no surprise.
The truth is to sever! Though a severe pleasure,
To pull down that lever and make it forever is more than most can possibly weather.
"We've got to get out of this trap before this decadence saps our wills!
I've got to be strong and try to carry on or else my mind may well snap,
and my life will be lived for the thrills!"
Body Shots

I am yours. Yours for the making, yours for the taking.
Yours for always, for good days and bad days.
For odd moods and sweet groove, for road trips and mind slips.
Yours for the time, yours for the past,
The tequelia and the lime going down too fast.
I'll be there for the summers, the winters and spring.
Autumn's not depressing, it's a regular thing.
I'll be there as your rock star, your stripper, your dream.
I'll be there, your lover, your angel, your queen.

And as I write this sporadic rhyme,
I think of all the many times that you were there to love.
It's all I'm thinking of. I want to see you everyday,
From morning till in bed we lay.
In fact, if you want, we'll stay in bed all day,
Just laughing and dreaming wishing we could stay.

But all I wanted to tell you was that you're amazing.

That doesn't rhyme and it's not supposed to.

I can't think of anything that can compare, you see.
Poetry Reading

You do it
you do it
I don't wanna do it
Please do it
You do it
You know I hate to do it

Just go, the doors open
I'll do it, I'll do it...
Shaking and quaking
Rather be reading ginsberg
I'll do it, I'll do it...

You're gone, so I'll go...

I've done it
I did it
It didn't get me anywhere
I did it, they did it
The girl in red was much better
Inside It's All Lies


It crackles and crinkles
The pages of this priceless book
It's faded and gray
It was written in pencil anyway

Blue binding, then rare
Who wants a blue book anyway
I hate the color blue

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Don't let anyone else see
what's lies
deep in your mind

What gets into the wrong hands
is dangerous
thrilling

Ulterior motives
to get to the top
They'll kill you
Tequila Mockingbird

The tequila mockingbird sings
beckoning you in
For just one more

Perched on the lime tree
singing it's bitter sweet song

The tequila mockingbird
helps you forget
past broken promises

The tequila mockingbird tells you
the way she felt was not real
and the way he touched you
was nothing to remember

In Your Head

What keeps you awake at night?
You're eyes twitching
Ears strain to listen to the light

What keeps you tossing in your bed?
As you dream the sounds
Alive in your head

He's going to leave you
They'll never love you
It's going to hell
Who is right?

Did you BS that paper well enough?

And you're eyes just can't close
Your mind is racing
And you figure that nobody really knows