Pages

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Cliffhangers......

With a joyful saunter he stepped back with glee.....

He now longed for that old rocking chair,
Next to the window,
Where he dreamt of Yesterdays
And Todays
And Tomorrow's yet to come.

There is where he sits
And smiles
And remembers those moments
They alone have shared.
For those are the moments most cared.

Somtimes I wonder what goes through your mind.
How could I hurt you?
Why would I hurt you?
No, no my friend...
My Work was not meant to be unkind.

Not sure why you panicked
At first I thought you were kidding
But then the Light died
For some reason I was drained.

It's been in my thoughts for many a day

You asked the meaning
I thought it was clear
So I sent you a laugh
With no thoughts to despair.

You sent a reply
With a laugh out loud to start
But then went Alpha
In a tone
I felt in my Heart.

I expressed my thoughts
To a point I felt delivered
As one to another
In intellectual community.

And that's where it fell,
As off a cliff,
Lost at Sea.

Love...it almost drown't.

Drown't you say,
A word it was
Meant to relieve any pain.

You've found you're way.
A justification to tip toe on glass.
No matter what you're people say....

For not to them
Must you relax
But to yourself
And that, just won't pass.

Close your eyes
And take a breath.
Feel the rhythm
Within, the beat,
That is your Heart,
It swells with each moment,
The greater of need to know
The quicker the pace it goes,
At once, and again,
Alone it waits.....
And waits.........
.....waits.......and........

 

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

No Mo'

This last time, like the first time,
I'll never fall in Love, no mo'.

Silly Boy I am..
To think...
...Did I...
Hmm, "In Love?," no mo'.

Like a tidal wave crashin'
There you were...
Swept my heart away, but Oh,
I'll never fall in Love, no mo'.

You're friendship has always been given
And I accept it gladly, but Oh,
I'll never fall in Love, no mo'.

Boyhood crushes, thought long past,
Always trippin' in my mind,
"You can bring such bliss.."

"No!"
"What is this?"
"Amore, Te Amo, Mi Amore..."
...always thinking on you, Bright Eyes.

No More, No Mo'...

Like the Pied Piper,
Heartfelt and Passionate.
I hear you. I feel you.
But this, I know...can't be...
So......

Trying not to stare,
You are blinding.

Silly Boi, I am.
Fool for Love, I am.
It happens all the time.
Why do fools.....???
...No Mo'.
~originally written in 2009.

Friday, February 25, 2011

When Beating Hearts Meet

After the rain, comes the Sun
Cloudless sky, Birds singing
The scent of fresh flowers in the air
And then, as if I deserved such a gift
There you were....

Standing in the mist
Shining brighter than any Star
Our eyes met
And at once we were one.

Joining together in unsurpassed Love
We gave each other
The one thing no one else could share
Or take away

Far away and yet so close
Music played
And then I realized
It was our Hearts beating
In a rhythm that could never be explained
Or repeated......


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Home of the Free and the Brave....

I fight every day
In this land
My home
This U. S. of A.

Fight, fight, fight,
That's all I've known
Fight, fight, fight,
That's all I've done
Since day one.

Fightin' from the womb
To gain my freedom
Fightin', fightin,
To Walk my way

I fight every day
In this land
My home
This U. S. of A.

I defend my right
To live in this life
I defend my right
To love in this life
I defend my right
To prosper in this life

Honesty is the best policy
Scout's honor.
But a lie is what is needed
To defend this land
This home
My U. S. of A.

"Don't ask, don't tell."
How ludicrous is that...???

"ARE YOU GAY?"
"YES SIR, I AM! SIR."

How simple is that..
The Sky didn't fall
And the World didn't end
And the Earth continues to spin.

If I'm in the trenches
With my brother in arms,
If I'm bleeding from where
God only knows.

If a limb is missing
While we were in Iraq,
My thoughts to bed him
Would be kinda "whack."

If bullets are flying
Across my head.
If blood is flowing
Because of lead,
Then "don't ask, don't tell"
Won't really matter much
'Cause dead is dead,

No ifs, and's or but's.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Workin' Man Blues

Here I sit waiting for the one
Who can help fill my pockets
To fulfill my dreams
To be independent
From the needs of this material World.

Giving of myself
That special part of my being
To someone unknown
Ah yes, this will bring a friend to the door.

Shy, scared, "God let it be fast."
Embarrassed, "do I need cash that bad?"

What makes a person pay?
What makes a person accept payment?.....for such a priceless gift.
...."one never knows, do one...."

Everyone needs a little
It' not a dirty thing....sigh,
Just business as usual.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Playlist

As I walked thru the door
With a glimmer and flair
A night of relaxation
A night of repair.

The silence was thick
The quiet so sweet
So I slipped off my shoes
And a "sigh" made it complete.

I was home
And ready for some music.

The mood was for writing
And my tools were at hand

Paper and Pen
A need and a must
A tall glass of water,
"Ooo, Jack Daniels!"
Hmm, "DON'T TOUCH!"

Candles were lit
Thoughts prepared
As vanilla scented thru the warm cozy air.

A choice to be made
between one and another
As Cantor would say,
"oh James, please, not the other.."

The "other" refers to ALL but me
A problem I've had for long actually

Decisions to be made
A choice between the two.

One will inspire me
And One will "boo-hoo"

A good cry is needed
Every now and then
But both these CD's
Can lead to that end

With one, in It's music
He appears to me
Sitting, Laughing, oh so casually.

The "Other", its songs
Are sad in truth
And that's why I'll go boo-hoo-hoo

So, here's my dilemma
Of which I hope you see

Do I play the one for him?
Or the One for me??
....sad as it may be.

truth of the matter

living a life
in the dawn of madness.
living with dignity
surrounded by fear
silence equated with Death.

Robin had Cancer
it was all over the news
the treatment, the struggle
thoughts of the inevitable
support in boatloads.

Young Blood, just got a call
he's got a new roommate
HIV has taken up space

can't tell Mama, "she gonna cry."
can't tell Papa, "he'd rather die."
so he keeps silent..
in hopes it will go away.....

he's gonna wake up soon
right?
he's gonna wake up soon........