Girls Girls Girls

Eating conversation hearts

Candy speaks my language

They forgot the grunts

The snare of derision

My crippling brand of indecision

Too much talk gives me gas

I had a habit of falling down

Trippin’ down the whole damn town

Rockin’ out BK with a big kid crown

Burger in hand, shake in my butt

But I’ll tell you what

I need to hear three square words

And it ain’t girls girls girls

In any order

Girls girls girls, they never understand

Girls girls girls, what it takes to be a man

The ones that do, ain’t interested in me

And the ones that don’t

Ain’t lookin’ either

Asks me what I think of war

I say it depends on which

Tells me they’re all bad

Her stare of dissidence

My sniffling stand of indifference

Politics betray my low IQ

I make a trick of being off

Breakin’ ice for the whole damn loft

Fallin’ in face first but landing soft

Cubes in eyes, circles ‘round my bite

But they never tell ya right

Only say what you wanna hear

And it’s just girls girls girls

But there’s a man at the door

Girls girls girls, they never understand

Girls girls girls, what it takes to be a man

The ones that do, ain’t interested in me

And the ones that don’t

Ain’t lookin’ either

Can’t catch my breath

Lining my mitt for a break

My leg snags it instead

The blank cast of plaster

Not even if I really asked her

Would she sign the thing

Daddy never taught me not to cry

But he never gave a damn to try

My mommy showed me how to fly

A marriage into the ground

But wait til’ I tell her what I found

And it ain’t girls girls girls

It’s only one

Girls girls girls, I will never understand

Girls girls girls, I will always be this man

And yet she sees, something interesting in me

She’s got eyes for this guy

Ain’t bad lookin’ either

"Too Fond for Disposal"

My sentimental old bills

That recent proposal

Too fond for disposal

Fluorescent stares

Bum wheel cart

Bypassing cards at Wal-Mart

No anniversaries left

A Mitzvah, maybe

Claire’s new baby

Boxing Day

Paper view

Signed by yours truly

Still not sure how true

Multiple choice

A Rolls Royce

Blood drive

Giving, I’m alive

Yet still missing my shows

No space, no memory

Not for lack of DVR

A dusty VCR

Our tapes

The drapes

Gone in a home invasion

Occasions on occasion

Life like an attic

Through traffic

Gone by motions

More bad potions

For an incurable separation  

"Having You"

When I look at you I see right through the present

And you’ve got a gift for making me see a future

While I don’t fill you in, you can feel my past

And you look past the pain

Carry me into the rain

Showering me with Novocain  

I hold onto your hand

Gripping it tightly

Tightly enough that you believe

That it’s the only thing keeping me hanging in

Because it is, even as the world is caving in

It’s not snowing for once, but we’re still staying in

In my cradle of uncertainty you rocked me awake

Broke away the bars of the innocent prison

Building me a whole orchestra, just to play me one song  

I pray to a God I know doesn’t exist

In gentle hopes our love can persist

I say I’m no good, but you insist…

That I’m worth a damn, I’m starting to see it as true

…. Because I have the added value of having you.

FROM B TO R

R,

What can I say about you that I haven’t already said? Mountains, evidently. I’ve been writing about you since the dawn of our whirlwind. Let me start this off by throwing you a simple "thanks." I appreciate the sensational timing of your arrival—not that there’s a poor time to have the very personification of breathlessness descend upon you. You’ve brought me so much joy in such a brief span... with this crazy, volatile chemistry neither of us can quite understand.

Last night, as I was thinking you— a daily thing— it dawned on me that I’d have to be mad to think myself capable of encapsulating the extent of your beauty with words. The time to question my sanity now, as I’m about to take a stab at said impossibility. I’d said to you, “You’re so amazing, I make a list of my favorite qualities.” The characteristics that contribute to your ravenousness are indeed innumerable; which is fine by me, as I’ve always shied away from numbers. Physical beauty is merely the crest of the crushing tsunami that’s flooding my mind with awe. Your golden, shining beacon of a heart permeates your entire being with a warm magnetism that pulls me ever closer by each passing day. External evidence of the radiance brimming inside you is best glimpsed through your gorgeous smile, eyes and actions. While one could scarcely imagine the two prior qualities--your beauty and heart--being trumped, your brilliant mind pushes them aside and stands tall— casting a formidable shadow that cloaks me in solace.

If that sounds a little overwhelming to you, congratulations! You now know what it feels like to be around you. As much of a champion of the English language as I am, I find myself seeking alternate languages to fully express the feelings you inspire. Vraiment... c'est incroyable. You make writing poetry as easy as blinking, and, at times, just as involuntary. Not that I would ever not volunteer to offer you a song of praise. Looking into your cedar gaze is frightening— the same fear one feels when peering down into the magnificent depths of the Grand Canyon. Fear and love go hand and hand. Nervousness. Butterflies. I feel these healthy doses of apprehension all the time with you. As you slide your hand into mine, bite your lip… or whisper into my ear. Ugh...

I’d continue on from here, but I’m afraid it only exacerbates the pain of missing you.

Know this…

Of all the words and all arrangements I could make with them, none could ever equate to the warmth and tenderness of us sitting on a couch together and sharing a simple kiss… then making out passionately and… uh, taking things elsewhere.

Basically? I miss you. Kudos on being thoroughly amazing. Can’t wait for all the inspiration I know you’ll be conjuring up in my heart soon.

-          - B        

Next Fall

I attribute failure to a dusty excuse
Effectively dulled by excess use
Then I change the conditions
Conditioning my means for a fall

I'll register next fall.

I hope it will all register by then
The things I'm supposed to know
Everything I should have done before

Prolonging my longing
Romantic in a way
The stages of sweet decay
Like early fall
Full of promise, dirt covered by leaves

Give me a reason to fabricate
This is the season I suffocate
I rake in nothing again
A gain as foreign to me as success

I'll sleep through the winter

Next fall...
Yeah,
I'll know how to pick myself up by then.

"The Pull of Fate"

I feel the pull of fate, it's tugging in your direction. When I think of your eyes, suddenly green has meaning. Hair has a purpose, now. It's for stroking gently. Whispers, I dedicate them to your ears-- passing on near-silent profundities and ravishing truths that the world will never be ready to hear. This flutter in my stomach, it's never getting old, is it? Our bond is a glimpse at immortality-- undying, unrelenting. It's a hurricane of emotion that wraps me tightly in warm uncertainty. The only way I can convey my feelings is through a stream-- a beautiful babbling brook of poetry. I'm paddling passionately through these waters, seeking the source of this never-ending spring of glorious inspiration. My heart is a ship, and it's already passed through Theseus's conundrum. The tattered remains of what I once believed to be my definition of love has been systematically replaced, leaving only your fresh cedar timber. The current that I coast along now is the strongest pull of them all. It's the pull of fate, and you are my destination.    

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"The most beautiful thing about you is your ability to see this world in a better way than I ever could."

"In spite of your fears and social challenges, the purity of your perspective and the openness of your mind is something to be envied. It's almost unfair; I could never hope to be in your brain nor understand how to smile so simply, so fully and so brightly."

"... But I don't have to. I'm happy with my front row seats. I get to experience a level of love and romance most cannot find. No one has your uninhibited beautiful mind."

"To Be Beside Your Name"

Title fight, unrivaled

To be, her beside

Crowds form outside 

Beauty incarnate, never enough

By words, untouchable

Odes justified, so tough

Fauna wilt, with comparison

By night, stars fall

Auditioning for thrall

Winter months, your beauty rest

To hone, as if

Home address, your chest

Oceans part, your feet

A sun, your miracle

A loving burning oracle

Dictionary pines, your name

In line, adjectives

To be beside her, fame

War wages, man and verb

Adjacency, the prize

The view, your eyes 

  

My surname, the contender

My sword, my love

My mission:

Beautiful surrender 

  

Breaking Skin

Beauty is skin deep
Skin is your life
There's cuts in your sensitive skin
I put them there
I live with that

I love you, this I know
Irrespective, I show
The feelings a man can have
Knowing a woman's greater
But I appreciate
All the more

Your heart is huge
An even bigger target
I always aim to please
But I am not William Tell
Apples in tact
Sad fact

I find myself at a fork
This is amiss a bowl of soup
Choices are good devices
To show my love I pick you
Unknown to her
It was easy

"To You, Too Soon"

It's too easy to fail
Too easy to falter
Simple to sin
Left at the alter

Blood spills so fast
So fast it flows
Gone too soon
God only knows

Love fades with time
With time we heal
Easy to forget
The things we feel

It's too soon to judge
Too soon to jeer
So to say
Goodbye my dear

Tears come so easy
So easy to bruise
Ears too used
To new bad news

From me with love
With love I seal
Letters to you
Before my last meal

Translation Pending

Love is meaning
I find it entreating
Like an employee meeting
And the stale chips we're eating

Verses go against the grain
Tense pressure on my brain

I hate poets, honestly
Telling me how to do my job
It's not that they are snobs
It's just that they are better

Sometimes it's four o' clock
Then I look and see it's five
But it was seven all along
PM not AM

Boring, until you realize
It's about advil
Popping addicts
Pain is cool

Substance doesn't always need
A stain that goes away
Just something to sustain it
Art doesn't always make sense
Otherwise it would bore me

The game is the middle part
Not the start or the end
The bad dice rolls are the best
Pressure cooking, man

I'm sure you're lost
We all are
It's the human condition
Though that sounds like an ailment

There's a story in my eyes
But you aren't a reader
Doesn't stop you from looking
You caveman, you


Being random has its caveats
People call you weird
But they call
So there's that

There's a train running through my head
But I keep losing track
The conductor gives me coal
But I'm low on steam

Rivers keep bears fed with fish
But they wind me up
They've become time addled
Riddled with cliche

I want to tangle
Find me an obtuse angle
I need perspective
Make it inside, introspective

Any form of cohesion is coincidental.
Maybe that's why progress seems so incremental.

"Apollo's Funeral"

Aphrodite blew a kiss
Athena rose her sword
Diana went to bow her head
But fell on her knees instead

"What seperates us from the Mortals?"
She cried.
"If they live on as a god dies?"
"How can this world persist?"
"When upon the marrow we desist?"
"The sun burns on, the wine proceeds to flow."
"The men carry on, rituals continue..."
"They'll never even know."

Athena threw a sheild on the flaming son.
"The fates shall not spare us, as they had not the titans."
"As we came from them, man has come from us."
"Just as they outlive us, so too shall they be outlasted by their creations. Lost to Chronos' ghost... Just as we."

Aphrodite pressed her warm bosom upon Apollo's navel.

"Death for flesh you weep a not..."
"Yet for divinity you morn a lot?"
"We are not greater, meddling most."
"Guests mistaken for the host."
"I've tasted love, both man and god."
"Our superiority? A mere visade."

Persephone lurked out of shadow.
"Let us strike back."
"Repay treachery with a god's smack"
"If we die than so should they."
"Without us, their worship goes to decay."

Hera then decended with a deafening boom.
Her stern glare shook the room
Acceptance never suited her strong
Yet she knew her daughter wasn't wrong

"It would be all too easy to smite man."
"Such is our brother Hades' plan."
"You've grown so happy with your rapist."
"A devil now, no longer an escapist."
"Don't you look your mother in the eye."
"You've doomed us all to die."

The women threw his chariot
Let its horses squeel
Their tears turned to stone
Smashed into a spinning wheel

"Upon a Palm"

My hands hold the rain
Dripped from dream clouds
It solidifies into ambitious coal
Which I grip into diamonds

Life simplifies once you realize
The future rests on your palm
Not in your creases, or in a Pslam
Only a simple hand movement

I see things clearer each day
Despite my sight going away
Basic becomes sublty
Details... unnecessary

The truth is odd that way
Misunderstood because it's easy
We think life has to be hard
So we make it so

Epiphanies come at odd times
Yet we appreciate them all the same
So read this and wake up
Unless you'd rather wait

"Sand Hands"

Sweat turns into fumes

Sandals seared by noon

Oasis only in toon

Nothing but sand dunes

Cryptic creeks of tombs

Stones stacked slant

Urns quaking in their ashes

Lingering like a bad perfume

"Death, the symbols spell."

Stirred his companions

Bloodhoud abandons

Scarred by an ugly smell

Wall arrows crisscross

Mummified mens' lies 

No haven for Christens

Osiris sees no sin  

A grave fit for a king

Will do for a robber

Bait on the bobber

Slipping off the ruby ring

Doors close, sealing fate

Men turn to canibals

Oxygen turns to CO

The team's wives, now widows  

"The feel of fate against my cheeks."

I can taste my dreams. The flavor is success and it's incompatible. Impeccable and inspiring. I'm in awe of my fate transpiring.

I like

Feel it

in my bones my brain and my soul... whatever that is

It's that universal oneness

Purpose

Reason

Fate

And our means to an end

This life, while good, is the calm before the storm

and only through my hardest work can I ride the winds

Live in my beautiful tornado that is my passion

With you, or without my heart.

No option but writing

No other choice but you

Nothing exists but this

and your kiss

as far as I'm concerned

"Stop Crying"

Can one find a crueler fate?
To die unrivaled, without hate
No pistols drawn, lines crossed
No tears shed, no wars lost
For what is life if not a game?
Solitaire, to name a name
No sugar to savor, salted wounds
No babies to shower, dry tombs

Adversary, a necessary evil
After all, God made a Devil
Without sin, there is no piety
Without death, we see no deity
Bullies, building thick skin
Hardship, igniting a fire within
Without falls, there are no climbs
Without stress, we need no minds

Humanity defines itself
Artificiality confines the self
Be open to the hurdles in your path
Growing calves from the aftermath
A book without death is dull
Get that through your fucking skull.    

"Missy"

We're more than just lovers
We're heroes to each other
and we'll keep on saving till we die
My nothing appealed to you
You shouldered my stress
Loving last to those who loved best

This is much less song than truth
Recorded for the ages
In case time needs proof
A trace of our intimacies
Marks of kisses never seen
Outside of our beautiful bubble

Your arrival made my survival
And your smile made my day
Creating a feeling that still lacks a word
Our silence is so unbelievable
Our conversations unforgettable
All mistakes, no longer regrettable

I've said I love you before
I've kissed other lips
Good-nights and I miss yous
I've held other hips

Yet, none, I'd contest, now still exist
I never knew so much meaning until our meeting
I never knew sorrow until, "see you tomorrow"
I always laughed
Now I sigh.

They say love is cliche
It's been done before
All the movements, orchestrated
You and I, we do it more
I write from my heart now
Yet the beauty seems contemplated

With you, dreams become certainty
With you, passion finds purity
I never want to make sense anymore
I want to make love
I want to make a life

In such a short time, our problems had a name
The game, life, suddenly felt real
The wounds started healing
The big fish came in reeling
The truth hit the ceiling
This is what they tell me is a win.

You are the wind in my locket
The sails in my pocket
The sense to my curse jar
My one true angel
And a story book ending unfolding

I don't care what anyone thinks of these words
If they say these lyrics lack merits
Judge me for meter, throw me demerits
I don't care what anyone says
What anyone thinks
Whether they question my rhymes
Or "question my existence"

As sure as your red lips and gallant green eyes
The current color of your hair and the makeup you wear
The problems we have, are no longer lonely
The lives we live, no longer phony
This is my passion in words
My love given a script
If you love it
I love it

I look forward to being thanked with your tearful kiss.

"Music Boxes in the Attic"

Childhood memories are held in a mind's music box. 
Open for a fond smile and let the tears talk. 
Whispering laughter in our old voice. 
Chimes of a time when ice cream flavors were our hardest choice.

"Bowling with a Crystal Ball"

Come in come in
Show me your palm
With your feet tired
Your mind calm

I'll tell you a tale
Summoned by spirit
Come from the future
For you to hear it

Love will be found
Wealth will be lost
You'll pay me later
At very little cost

Hold hands together
Hum OM with God
Strike down Satan
Spare the rod

The chime of box
A musical memory
She missed Auntie Ann
Not Uncle Henry

Two red shoes click
Osmosis dreams meld
The wick dampens
Fake wishes held

Smoke and mirrors play
A game left to snakes
Information withdrawal
Prone to shakes

What lies ahead lies
The truth, stuck to a shoe
The bottom of your soul
Walking towards what's true.

"Dinner Reservations"

Tonight we dine in hell
Tomorrow we lunch in heaven
Last week we brunched on Earth
But when will we eat the truth?
I've been dying for a restaurant with real atmosphere.