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Limelight
12-2002
You are so fine in the lines of limelight and a
Friend at ends on an island dying.
When I find you cross my mind I can't see you
Fast away as a blast of speed with
That everlasting gust of luster in your eyes which
Ties me and tries me into goodbyes again.
You can stay with me,
Swaying me and keeping at bay
Your tears that I hear you screaming in my ears but
There is nothing I can say,
With my love in my way
Because it would be wrong to take you away.
I want to save you from your sadness and
Dispair when no one else cares or shares
A single thought on your healing and the
Stealing of your heart from the start
Of your aches and it shakes me
To wish to take you and wake you into a new morning,
Forsaking the spills and the chills you feel
With me by your side alright to hold into the night
Out of limelight into my sights.
It feels so right...
Because I can take your pain and disdain and
Throw them out without shame onto you.
It will only be unto me for what should I see suddenly
Would be the end of my days as I knew it and
Blew it out and about to begin a new life.
I have tossed and crossed my body in my bed
Wondering in my head if you can stay
Another day away from me,
Sad and free.
Fire
1-1999
Sitting by the flames alongside the beach,
And becoming so wrapped and enveloped by the light,
It makes me feel more than I ever had before.
Emotions stirring in me cannot be fathomed in time,
While she sits next to me and stares ahead.
I look at her again, and the view is marvelous.
Firelight stirring in the night, with the crackle and whirl of open blaze,
And her silouette swaying in the flames.
I stare in the fire and imagine us together,
In the fire and stirring within the ashes.
Wood tumbles on one another and I can hear the crisp fall,
Seeing the bright pieces fly into the air,
While the water cooled air harvests the ash,
And settles my thoughts of her.
It could be lonely on a night like this.
With just me and the fire I could sit here,
And continue to think about life.
I could contemplate the whos and the whys,
But instead I sit here with a different feeling.
I can see her light so often, this fire inside,
And it has captured my heart,
Which is as pure as the waters that flow around us,
And as secret as my love for her.
The waves and snapping fire bring to us
A harmony of sound and color
And all the while she glances at me again.
Maybe at an instant... feelings shown for that moment,
And as uncertain as where the flames go,
But fire between and fire around, I feel at home.
The shores wave hello and welcome the breezes,
Which ask to be tumbled around and around,
And whispers secrets to me and whispers to her,
Then serenades the flames into the air...
I find in my arms her so very near.
I feel in my heart the racing moment.
I find in my hands the scent of her hair.
I feel in my lips the touch of her kiss.
Our feet are in the fire, as I move closer.
But there was a time I thought I could not love, or show my love to anyone...
She has shown me false, as I touch her soft skin.
She has shown me false, as her hands touch my face.
She has shown me false, as our eyes say a thousand words.
She has shown me false, as I embrace her within the fire.
I want to be here forever
I want to share forever
And when I die I want to be here
All around the fire
And in the fire
Autumn Winds
10-1998
We will meet upon the Autumn shore,
And there is nothing left to say.
Without a whisper in the air,
The wind shall take us away.
Step soft and we shall run to the sea,
Where all the angels first meet.
And we will dance with the wind,
As the leaves snap under my feet.
Far ahead you still wait for me,
And in my hand I still find yours.
We have longed for this moment,
This golden time with the shores.
I can see ahead up the path,
Where the Autumn shore will lay.
And together with the wind,
They will take us away.
The Tiny Bit
2-2003
Shooting stars all in the sky
We are in the air so high
The little things are on the floor
Cloaked away and shut the door
Small things that have hurt me
Blindfold, untold, you can't see
But never fear they are nothings
You ease the pain of stings
And small things we do
Or small things I renew
Mean nothing to what we hold
Each other in our arms till we grow old.
Lake
6-2002
The lake moved peace into my eyes,
And I felt her hand across my shoulder.
I left my body for the lake,
When she spoke of being older.
I want to be within the lake,
But she placed her claim upon my head.
So now it has been left behind,
To leave me within her arms instead.
My soul is swimming in the lake;
My body old as of late.
Our soul leaves where it wants to go,
And has left me here with fate.
Caregiver
1999
Inside me, she looks on
For she is the sweetest of the flock
With cool hair that flows down her back
Which calls to me in sweet sweet talk
And asks to be in my hands
Like a baby sparrow taking its first walk.
I wonder how my life
Could go on all these years
Holding me so tightly
Telling me she has no fears
Of being lonely anymore
And drying her eyes from tears.
When we arrived at the moment
That reflected our very lives
We kissed upon the warming earth
Having unspoken words within our eyes
Which spanned across the heavens above
And placed my soul within the skies.
Night To Day
8-1998
Like the moon to the sun, her distance is too great
How I long to push the Sun away! And only be with her
From night to day is her only fate.
Sun and moon twirl through space, and I am in the center
A silent love too large to speak, a promise too great to bear
I find a hiding place for me and her.
Her eyes shine like the stars, and her hair is gentle like the breeze
She looks at me, pure as the moon and heavenly too
Forget the Sun! I whisper, please.
But we know without a word, inevitable dawn looms
Run with me to the ends of the earth! I say, but she falls
Behind a bright light of my love's doom...
So our silence lingers, and her distance is too great
Sun and moon twirl through space, and she looks at me
From night to day is her only fate.
Christmas Lights
12-1998
I lifted the dangling wires up
Up of course, and away from its own tangling mess.
They are a wonderful sight up high,
So my mind is set, these must go up
Up of course, and strewn along the rooftop
Yet, the days pass me, like the blues, greens, and reds,
Like each had no concern for me.
The days pass so fast I fall alseep,
Within a tangle of my own loneliness.
I dream of someone... someone I have not yet welcomed.
A person I do not know, yet, I know they can find me...
The lights tangle me further, trying to wake me,
But I cannot wake now, this rooftop is such a dream.
I know there is love... And I wish to go up
Up of course, and untangle my days ahead.
I wonder if I will ever love...
Well the plug comes soon anyway,
Soon enough before I know it,
To light my days away.
Notebook Paper #5
11-2002
I was turned over to the dead
An object of audacity
And I am a story to tell the world
A mindless game of speak and ease
Memory and recollection at the Round Table.
How fun this is to be
A piece of history
Ancient script to be unearthed by a drunken stooper
Or a kind party for the dead
When I am away for the day.
But I can feel the burn when I am told
As a teaching lore of your new found glory
A massless vapor of your hardy breath
Myself like an object again
A piece of shit.
Over and over I turn in my grave you dug
Dug with hand gestures and booming laughs
And gushing text from the blushes of your cheeks
With random pointing and useless motions
And glaring eyes with upstart head beating.
I curl fetal style in restless cold
To shun what little else is left
Of my life devoid of happiness
And plug my ears and try to avoid
Your simple chatter and winning talk with friends.
Go ahead, you've staked your claim
And tagged and barcoded my artifact skull
That is all that's left of me
Lest I am this way
To be better off buried and alone.
Must hide from prying ears because my story is mine
And precious to me
But you don't care much
So hand me noose and gallows
For death is marked with sanction from above.
I want to get away from the lab
Away from you and the interviews
Away from the instruments and newspapers
Away from the reporters and clientele
Away from friends and thieves.
I want to be buried again
Crushed by mile-high earth and rock
Beneath the frozen tundra and underneath the ocean
And never to be seen
Or exploited like I have been.
Being crushed appears good
Being frozen in time seems good
Being dead in everybody's eyes sounds good
It was good
It was freedom.
That Very Noon
2-2003
I think of you at the hour
Personality has gone sour
An empty tower
Into the dungeon cower
Over your minute success
Sadness undressed
Iron handle caress
Everywhere a bloody mess
You make me guess
Looking like an idiot
Throw a fit
Show some wit
Why don't you sit
Next to me anymore
Prisoner of war
Empty shells in a drawer
Die by number four
A graveyard tour
The pains too deep
No use to sleep
Promises to keep
The barrel begins to seep
Into my brain
Nothing left to gain
Everything is pain
Blood stain
But you refrain
From helping me through this
Bicker and hiss
The rifle doesn't miss
One more kiss
Before the end of a dream
No light in the seam
Love is a bloody theme
It sparkles with a gleam
And we are pleased
The wounds diseased
Death will pay their fees
Children on their knees
Under a chopper's shadow
They lie so low
I look out the window
Evaporate like snow
Our love will grow
Even though
I feel apart apart
From the start
I won't break your heart
I'll start a new life with you
Step in on cue
You are something new
Bombs leave but a few
Like an empty home
Skull, brick, and bone
No calls on the phone
The warrior's a drone
Military clone
I don't like your tone
Yet the dead can't moan
You left me alone
You left me quite alone
But you wrote me a note
A blood stain coat
Love feels remote
From a disastrous night
This is not a fight
Try with all your might
Get out of the sight
Until it's light
Radio is a fright
Sad songs play all day
Words you used to say
Look at me today
Skies will stay gray
Not a single ray
Outside we can't play
You always get your way
With me
Watch TV
President fills with glee
Subs wading in the sea
Hold my hand and be
Even more tense
You don't listen to my two cents
Love makes no sense
Fill brain and make it dense
My mind juggles thought
What should I do naught
Left me distraught
Pain is not what's sought
You are all I got
You look away a lot
And leave me alone and sad
But I guess too bad
The country is glad
No I am not mad
Just remembering what we had
For you I have to thank
You are whom I thank
What is that you drank
Sitting next to an empty tank
Mind is blank
Next to an empty tank
More ships on the bank
How can I be such a fool
Such a fool
The blood is now cool
Your love is my rule
Forgive me lover
I won't forget her
I'm just never sure
Duck for cover
Babies call for mother
Hold me close healing
A lovely heart I'm feeling
Bomb showers searing
Burning blacking room
Death approaches the new groom
Death approaches the new groom
Death approaching our room
Horrible doom
It is twelve noon
Death approaches me soon
Black infection entombed
We're doomed doomed
Call 911
End of the sun
Barrel of a gun
Someone said Oh! Jesus calling
We're falling falling falling
Stop calling
People bawling
No use in trying
The doctors are lying
We're still dying
My love is crying
Please stop crying
Make my love stop crying
But I can't forget who to thank
A skeleton sits in an empty tank
It's an empty tank
Bottom of a lake I sank
No point in rank
Once I am soon
To sit entombed
After noon
No more moon
Who to thank
I can't remember who to thank
There's just one person to thank
Empty tank
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