Lost Between Two Words

Intemperate

"Love is a choice," he said modestly, and offered his devotion.
"I'm a persistent lover," he smiled, beaming with simple emotion.
"Don't be silly!" she laughed to the wind, "It's a disease, we all recover".

It's a stallion sniffing the mountain air and choices are fences to leap over.

"Still," he said, "I will love you forever,"and caught a fatal dose of passion
The wild horse battered his houseand scattered his possessions.

A Starving Artist

Paint me the colors I have never seen
Make me feel the passion in your eyes.
With your talents touch me deep within
My submission will be your very prize.
I am the canvas you will make an impression upon.
How will you paint it?
The violent blazing of a red sun?
The emptiness of a bottomless pit?
The pureness of a cool wintry snow?
Will I feel like an eagle soaring high?
Will I be left empty, full of sorrow?
Will I be overjoyed, or sad and cry?
Whatever your final decision may be,
you won't be a starving artist leaving me.

Baby It's You

I woke up with a strange taste in my mouth. It was you.
While you were asleep I used your shampoo.
It made me smell just like you.
While you were asleep I went through your clothes.
I stole your T-shirt. Wore it to work.
The people there were saying, "Where did you get that T-shirt?
It really isn't you." And I said, "Yes it is."
But that wasn't true. It wasn't me. It was you.
While you were asleep I had breakfast with my friend.
We got into an argument and he said, "Where did you get that attitude?"
He said it was new. It wasn't new. It was you.
If I had back-up singers they'd be going, "Baby, it's you.

Baby, it's you." But I don't. Baby, it's you.
"Here I go again. I hear those trumpets blow. I'm all aglow.
Taking a chance on love.

Loving You

Even if my heart would break
I know for sure this pain I'd take
Even if I would cry for years
I know your love would dry my tears
Even if my soul would tear
No matter what, I'll still be there
Even if your love you'll hide,
Hand me your heart
I will search inside
Even if I am sad tomorrow
I know for sure good times will follow
And,Even if the things we wish never quite come true
I just want you to forever remember that
I can't stop loving you.

Wined and Dined

While we're sitting here and dining,

My head enjoys the feast.

Your palate is feeling pleasure,

And my mind has you complete.

As you enjoy your dinner,

Your mouth my tongue explores.

I've been underneath the table,

As I taste you from the floor.

You sit there in your innocence,

Your conversation light.

As you sip between your sentences

Your juices quench me right.

I'm sitting here and smiling

An occasional nod to my head.

The least that you're suspecting

Is that you have been my bread.

While I am here devouring you

My mind has you undressed.

My eyes and lips are smiling

While my thoughts your thighs caress.

My pulse accelerating

If the diners only knew

What I have been experiencing,

How I have dined on you.

We're approaching dessert now,

The culmination time.

While you sip your cappuccino,

Your body feeds me wine.

The waitress is approaching us;

The guest check she has brought.

There's a nice tip on the table

For my belly full of lust.

Hoping

Whatever I have said or sung,
Some bitter notes my strings would give,
Though there often seemed to live
A contradiction on the tongue,
Yet Hope had never lost my youth;
I did but look through dimmer eyes;
Or Love but played with gracious lies,
Because I felt so fixed in truth:

And if the songs were full of care,
I breathed the spirit of the song;
And if the words were sweet and strong
I set my royal signet there;

Abiding with me till I sail
To seek HER on the mystic deeps,
And this electric force, that keeps
A thousand pulses dancing, fail.

Desolate

All Is Desolate
Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass,
These things do not remember you, beloved,
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

They knew your soft touch, your smooth lips
Your unfailing Love, your desire to breath
I knew you though you’re gone
Taking a leap behind my existence.

Forever Young

Youth is not a time of life - it is a state of mind, it is a temper
of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a
predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for
adventure over love of ease.

Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years; people
grow old only by deserting their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin, but
to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust,
fear and despair - these are the long, long years that bow
the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.

Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being's heart the
love of wonder, the sweet amazement at the stars and starlike
things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events, the
unfailing childlike appetite for what next, and the joy and the
game of life.

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young
as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

So long as your heart receives messages of beauty, cheer,
courage, grandeur and power from the earth, from man and from
the Infinite, so long you are young.

When the wires are all down and all the innermost core of your
heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of
cynicism, then you are grown old indeed and may God have mercy on your soul.

A Romantic Fool

Socrates, with all your wisdom,
Did you ever find truth in youth?
Did Maslow, with simple ladder,
Ever ascend last step while young?
Did Jesus, while adolescent,
Keep in mind his Father divine?
Upon the shore, I’ve waited long,
Despite my wish I catch no fish,
For none swim round the shallow clear.
With faith I’ll wait for ship that’s fit,
To carry me to deeper realms.
Despite my wisdom relative,
I’m no wise man, shrink, or preacher:
I’m wholly a romantic fool,Who paints the world with brilliant words

At times we do change

As we lay there quiet
I was reminded of all the reasons why I lust you:
Your smile, and the way it teased at me seductively
Your laugh, and the way it tempted me
Your eyes, and the way they seemed to hypnotize me

As we sat there silent
I was reminded of all the reasons why I love you
Your smile, and the way it brings such life into me
Your laugh, and the way it makes everything okay
Your eyes, and the way them seem to read my thoughts

As we stand here now
I am reminded of all the reasons why I hate you
Your smile, and the way it confuses me
Your laugh, and the way it seems to mock meYour eyes, and the way they can look into mine and not feel a thing.

Dreaming of You

It’s at moments after I have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when being fool to fancy I have deemed

With your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
The genuine apparition of your smile
It was through tears always and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;

Moments when once more my illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my heart
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:

One pierced moment whiter than the rest
Turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
I watch the roses of the day grow deep.

Light and Silence

Everything that you’ve lost, they told me,
Is for you.
Any memory wont remember that it’s certain.

Everything that you destroyed, they confirmed,
Kills you.
Traces a scare that can’t be washed by forgetfulness.

Everything that you loved, they judged,
Is dead.
‘Cause in the shades, there’s always something that ends.

Everything that you believed in, they repeated,
Is wrong.
Words have fallen and your time has began.

Everything that you’ve lost, they concluded,
Is for you.
A fugitive light will enlighten this silence.

Never Missed

I run outside; Tears streaming down my face
No one knows me.
No one sees the hate.
People assume too much.
And think all I need is a hug or a touch.
I need more.
I need love, joy, comfort.
But wait. That’s not for me
No one will love me,
No one. Just wait and see.
I fall, the snow is around me
Cold and freezing.
I fall on my knees.
It takes over my body
I lie there. What’s the use?
No one needs me.
I’m so confused.
Peace, love, harmony
Yeah-right.
I tried to have that with all my might.
I dig into my pocket and find my pocketknife
Open it and then think twice.
What if there is someone out there for me?
I wonder who it would be?
Reality steps in again.
No one is out there,
No one will ever care.
I slit my wrists
Knowing I will never be missed.

A Music to a Song

I was sort of hoping
That you would come along
Like the answer to a prayer
And the music to a song.
Like the kind of thing that happens
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever
Like a fantasy of mine.
The fantasy was there before
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you
We will never be the same.
So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me if I stare,
At the fantasy I knew before
I saw you standing there.
For I was always hoping
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.

Fake You

DON'T LOOK AT ME THAT WAY
I don't want you to see my pain, it's too graphic for you

DON'T TALK TO ME THAT WAY
I don't need you to patronize me, it's too potent for you

DON'T FEEL ME IN THAT WAY
I don't desire you anymore, it's too demanding for you

DON'T TASTE ME IN THAT WAY
I don't crave for you, that's too authentic for you...

and by the way,
DON'T HEAR ME IN THAT WAYYou never tried to anyway, that would have been too real for you.

A Bond

A glance to your face,
a part-smile,
a half-turn;
hold up your hand,
let my fingers
touch yours.

Luminous delight,
mutual quiet,
two as one;
breathless captives
in time's
endless web.

Your finger comes
to touch a lip,
cascading
new magnificence.

Engaged by sudden desire,
my mouth finds yours,
and a different unionresonates.

Did You?

Did you ever wake up wondering where I was?

Did you ever want to phone me just because?

Did I ever cross your mind when you were down in the dumps?

Did you ever think of me & get Goosebumps?

Did you ever want to be so close to me you could die?

Because if you answered Yes!

So did I

Tomorrow

I see you falling, how long to go before you hit the ground?
You keep on screaming, Don't you see me here?
am I a ghost to you?
Now your grips too strong
You can't catch love with a net or a gun
Got to keep faith that your path will change
Got to keep faith that your love will change
Tomorrow
Why are you phoning?
What am I to do when you're miles away?
You're always calling
From the darkest rooms... and we're both scared
I'm just out of your range, tomorrow
Tomorrow all your suffering's in vain

Saturday, July 29, 2006