Through my coat
Through the layers
Through my skin
All the way to my bones
“Shut your mouth!”
All I heard
A cause for concern
Oh my word
Did the cold just demand?
Did the cold just command?
Did the cold just demean the man that I am?
This coldness has seeped in through the seals
And proceeded to conceal
Any trace
Of my family jewels
So alone here I stand
No more than a toddler
No more than a man
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Oh woe is me
Woe is me
Never mind
Ever noticing
Feel me whisper
By no means
Hear me blister
Feel me cry
In due time
Hear me lie
My place is so unclear
My appearance is so austere
My feelings are so sincere
One thought—Persevere
Never mind
Ever noticing
Feel me whisper
By no means
Hear me blister
Feel me cry
In due time
Hear me lie
My place is so unclear
My appearance is so austere
My feelings are so sincere
One thought—Persevere
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sally's Song (nightmare Before Christmas)
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn't last
And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one
Change
I sense a change is coming
I experience it in the way the wind blows
I witness it in the colors the season shows
So fully exposed
I need
Change
A necessity to
Alter
A requisite to
Modify
A vital point to
Adjust
Or simply
Transition
Like the changing season
With
And
Without
Reason
Soulfully exposed
Friday, November 6, 2009
I am, you are
I am
She is
Me
And we are
For
Better
Or
Worse
Till death
Or a curse
Whichever hits worst
Or first
I’m dying
Mr. Heartache!
Why don’t you?
Take my pain away!
Damn I should have seen it coming
From the way you smiled on that day
You lied about loving me
I’m crying
Sitting in a purple room
I glace into the loom of my existence
Man this love thing sure can be persistent
I put up a fight but lost in the Resistance
I’m trying
Captured in a fairytale
You are
She is
Me
And we are
Both together
For
Better
Or
For
Worse
Till death
Or a curse
Whichever hits worst
Or first
I’m dying
Mr. Heartache!
Why don’t you?
Take my pain away!
Damn I should have seen it coming
From the way you smiled on that day
You lied about loving me
I’m crying
Sitting in a purple room
I glace into the loom of my existence
Man this love thing sure can be persistent
I put up a fight but lost in the Resistance
I’m trying
Captured in a fairytale
This story won't end well
Damn I can sense it
Man I see the sunset
Plan you having fun yet
Never mind that I feel astray
I am the lonely
I am the only
That is what I am
Friday, October 23, 2009
The Week
How I long for you
How I need you
How I wish it were Friday
And whatever the case
I am suffering from it
Monday means I am far away
As far away from you as I can be
It brings a sadness that shadows the sun
Like the pursuing rain clouds
Those always seem to be following me
Especially on a Monday
Tuesday much of the same
One word comes to mind
“Lame”
Tuesday is Monday without the football
Wednesday is referred to as “hump day”
I struggle up the seemly swelling lump of a hump
You would think that scaling down would be easy
There is this obstacle in the way
It is called; Thursday
By today I say “happy thirsty Thursday”
A drink, the only way I can make it through
Now a Friday is as strange of a day as can be
I still have to raise and be there on time
Where ever there might be
Only today
The necktie is loosened a bit
I truly feel like I come make it
Thank god its payday
This will keep me alive at least till you have returned
I see something in the horizon
I cannot believe my eyes
My love!
How I have missed you while you were away
Please come in and this time wouldn’t you stay
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Beauty at its Best
A flower blooms
A cloud cries
A mother’s growing womb
A baby bird spreads its wings and flies
A midnight moon gloom
A clear morning sky sunrise
How magnificent the world is
A shady flourishing apple tree
A Stunning mountain scenery
A busy bumble bee
A child’s innocent laugh
A changing of the leaves
A towering long slender giraffe
A helping hand to relieve
Following your own path
A reason to believe
How wonderful the world is
Labels:
beauty,
Magnificent,
Mother Earth,
Nature,
Wonderful
Monday, October 12, 2009
Inside My Mind
Inside my mind
I find I hide
But…
I have no way out
Inside my mind
I do comply still then I defy
But…
I am so worn out
Inside my mind
Things are awry and outside I imply
I am fine
I am fine
But…
You will never figure me out
Inside my mind
I try to cry
But…
Not a tear comes out
Inside my mind
I tell a lie then hang you out to dry
But…
You never rat me out
Inside my mind
There lives a guy who hits me all the time
But…
He never knocks me out
Inside my mind
I feel like I could die, sigh
But…
You will never find out why
Inside my mind
I say good bye
For one last time
Around my neckline
Then apply
Enough force for me to suffocate and die
I open my eyes wide
And I cry
But…
Then it feels like I can fly
I found a way out
lost
The dream is over
I do not believe anymore
I do not conceive
I can become anything
I can become nothing
I became something
It was not what I wanted
Yet I do not know what it is I want
So how can I know where to go from here?
How can I go forward if I do not know which way I am facing?
I do still believe
I believe in me
I am just afraid
Afraid of what I do not know
I am afraid at this very moment
As I write this line
That at a quarter to nine
I will still not arrive
At the reason of why I am even alive
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
the little horse is newlY by E.E. Cummings
the little horse is newlY
Born)he knows nothing,and feels
everything;all around whom is
perfectly a strange
ness(Of sun
light and of fragrance and of
Singing)is ev
erywhere(a welcom
ing dream:is amazing)
a worlD.and in
this world lies:smoothbeautifuL
ly folded;a(brea
thing a gro
Wing)silence,who;
is:somE
oNe.
Born)he knows nothing,and feels
everything;all around whom is
perfectly a strange
ness(Of sun
light and of fragrance and of
Singing)is ev
erywhere(a welcom
ing dream:is amazing)
a worlD.and in
this world lies:smoothbeautifuL
ly folded;a(brea
thing a gro
Wing)silence,who;
is:somE
oNe.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Rocky Maivia
Rocky my vida
My best friend until the end
The baby boy this is your Papa
The Rock and roller
Unconditional love
Wears paws not gloves
Answers “ruff” when I have had a rough day
I say “stay”, yet love does not listen
But everything will be alright with a couple of kisses
I miss you
I miss all your hair
Everywhere
It is not anywhere
Anymore
I miss the way you snore
I miss your drooling and begging for food
I miss picking up your shit which I never thought I would
For no reason other than you are happy to see me
From the morning, afternoon to the night
I wish you were near
I wish you were here
ON
On and on
On he kept on
Cautious in his technique
But on and on
On he kept striving
Silent when he speaks
on and on
On he kept talking
Strong in his beliefs
And on and on
On he kept praying
Struggling with money
Yet on and on
On he kept starving
Looking to the stars
On and on and on
He kept dreaming
On and on
On he kept on
Thursday, October 1, 2009
A Glass of Half
Half of a glass
Gloom and doom alas?
Delight and light surpass?
What rest within your glass?
Wine from a vine so divine it is hard to define
Or ale from a pale that is stale and simply fails
Chose a side of thine to uphold and abide
To wail your tale in detail atop of a bale
When you see the sun, do you shun away
Or come out to play
When you glance at blood, do you fret?
Or just the opposite
When the rains, does it pour?
Or do you reach for the door and go out and explore
As for me on all three I say yes
All are crucial for life to exist
As for my glass
It is not half full
It is not half empty
It simply has something inside
For me that is enough
youth and greed By Wolfsheim
she once was 17 but she never fall in love
because she never felt the same
like the other ones at school
like all the other boys and girls around
misery - talk to me
youth and greed - walk with me
now she's 33 but there isn't anything
the really changed in her life
not a moment not a while
she is married, bore a child
growing old, growing older all the time
and she cries
a whining sound slips from her mouth
trapped in here and no way out
wait a while - wait a while
mommy's pills will bring you to the other side
wait a while - wait a while
daddy's razor-blades will make you feel so fine
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
A.D.I.D.A.S
I witness a stern and firm Derriere
My interest is sparked starting there
It grows similar to her hair that I fantasize tugging
I see her skin which is made out of silk I imagine caressing and hugging
What a beautiful bust
Another thing of hers that I lust
I wonder how wonderful she must smell
And how beautiful she must taste
Without haste
I envision her in lingerie made of lace
And her mounting me in a forceful way
We fornicate from night until day
I embrace her body as if it were my own
I wonder what it sounds like when she moans
What does her face look like when she embraces all of me inside of her?
All day I dream about sex
However what is next
I am tired of lusting
I am feeling vexed
I want a woman I cannot resist
I want love not just sex
I want more nothing less
Here comes walking by another vixen
And once again I urge for a fixin
But I must digress
From what is under her dress
If I am ever going to find the women of my dreams
A task which is unreal to me as it seems
I must keep hope alive that love exists
I am not a sexual deviant just a human
An emphasis on the “man”
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Falling For Her
A September gust awakens my lust for her
As the cool air tussles my hair
I notice her extensive locks as well
That changed in color almost unnoticeably
Even though I notice her
Every day of my life
An autumn brown coiffure with highlights that emphasize
The sky
The ground
Everywhere
As the cool air tussles my hair
I notice her extensive locks as well
That changed in color almost unnoticeably
Even though I notice her
Every day of my life
An autumn brown coiffure with highlights that emphasize
The sky
The ground
Everywhere
All around
I guess that is the reason why it is called fall
I am falling in love with her all over again
This is where our summer fling comes to an end
And a new season of love begins
Is it time?
What is this that I see?
I can hardly believe!
Could this be merely a dream?
Or perhaps possibly a mirage?
A facade I thought that I saw?
How can I tell if it is real?
Does it cry?
Does it feel?
Does it hurt?
Does it heal?
Does it know how to deal?
In a world for the wicked and ill
Because I can die
I can laugh
I can hurt
I can cry
I can try
All in the blink of an eye
But I think at long lasting
I can finally stop fasting
And love myself enough for you to love me in return
Could it be?
Is it time?
Did I see?
Did I find?
The love my life?
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Be Mi Amor
Be mi amor
It is you I cherish and adore
Evermore—everlasting
You can capture me grasping
To a picture you used to adorn
The mantel right atop our inglenook
Where we sat and chatted
Shared a laugh, shed a tear and nothing mattered
Now my heart I feel has shattered
On the floorboards my spirit scattered
As I sit in home and hearth
And with every dying ember wrought its love upon the floor
A yearning fire still burning with desire and amor
With a love that echoes throughout the course of the ages
The story is told but in no way changes
Since that is what fairy tales are for
A fire still burning with desire and amor
We have reached the anticlimactic segment of our tale
Where we have parted and hearts are frail
But the temperate blaze is nearly merely calming
Soon enough I feel the sun is dawning
As I sit in a reservoir of tears with no more laughter—no more cheer
The only thing which keeps me breathing hereafter
Is my hope that floats above the rafters
Hope that the story ends with me and you
Fairy tales can come true
A fire keeps burning with desire and amor
It is you I cherish and adore
Evermore—everlasting
You can capture me grasping
To a picture you used to adorn
The mantel right atop our inglenook
Where we sat and chatted
Shared a laugh, shed a tear and nothing mattered
Now my heart I feel has shattered
On the floorboards my spirit scattered
As I sit in home and hearth
And with every dying ember wrought its love upon the floor
A yearning fire still burning with desire and amor
With a love that echoes throughout the course of the ages
The story is told but in no way changes
Since that is what fairy tales are for
A fire still burning with desire and amor
We have reached the anticlimactic segment of our tale
Where we have parted and hearts are frail
But the temperate blaze is nearly merely calming
Soon enough I feel the sun is dawning
As I sit in a reservoir of tears with no more laughter—no more cheer
The only thing which keeps me breathing hereafter
Is my hope that floats above the rafters
Hope that the story ends with me and you
Fairy tales can come true
A fire keeps burning with desire and amor
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Got To Get Up
You got to get up—to get down
I have been around town and as ugly as that sounds
Not a tear hit the grown
Ever since I could remember 20 years ago come this December
Still burns my soul like the embers of an everlasting winter
I consider myself a sinner, I consider myself a beginner
Because we have only just begun to scratch the surface of what I have done
What happened before is now over I was so young
The past is history
The future is an untold story of fortune fame and glory
The present is a gift
One I cherish with every kiss
I have been around town and as ugly as that sounds
Not a tear hit the grown
Ever since I could remember 20 years ago come this December
Still burns my soul like the embers of an everlasting winter
I consider myself a sinner, I consider myself a beginner
Because we have only just begun to scratch the surface of what I have done
What happened before is now over I was so young
The past is history
The future is an untold story of fortune fame and glory
The present is a gift
One I cherish with every kiss
Every moment I missed from closing my eyes
Each mornings sunrise and every happy surprise
All the times I spent feeling alive
One of these days I will arrive
So mother wipe those tears from your eyes
I never meant to make you cry
Just like you never meant to lie
Even though I feel like I could die
I ask myself what this world would be like
Each mornings sunrise and every happy surprise
All the times I spent feeling alive
One of these days I will arrive
So mother wipe those tears from your eyes
I never meant to make you cry
Just like you never meant to lie
Even though I feel like I could die
I ask myself what this world would be like
Without me by its side
I ask u to tell me why
I ask u to tell me why
You even associate with this type of guy
Never liked the person that I was
Never liked the person that I was
Or the person that I became
Never liked my name
Never liked my name
It is a crying shame and a lie
When I tell u I do not cry
Because I cry and I die
When I tell u I do not cry
Because I cry and I die
All in the same span of time
I am only a mere mortal
I am only a mere mortal
With a portal wide open to my soul
A hole to my heart that was torn apart from the start
A hole to my heart that was torn apart from the start
By everyone I know
I died long time ago
I died long time ago
But I still continue to grow old
As I long for a chance to grab a hold
Of something I have been missing
Since the beginning I have longed for kisses
That were meant and sent
From the lips of an angel who is not perfect
But is worth it just like me
I know she is out there
As I long for a chance to grab a hold
Of something I have been missing
Since the beginning I have longed for kisses
That were meant and sent
From the lips of an angel who is not perfect
But is worth it just like me
I know she is out there
Waiting to see the look in my eyes
When my love has arrived
There is something inside of me that I feel
You are real
When my love has arrived
There is something inside of me that I feel
You are real
Friday, September 18, 2009
The Night
I rise with the afternoon a moment much too soon
Open my eyes to a blinding lightWith not the slightest idea what occurred last night
A hazy, blurry mess that was over before it began but I know I will do it again
I smell of the night
Liquor, cigarettes and cologne is the aroma which I cannot break away from
I taste of the night
Stale from the environment that I do not fret
I hear the nightI listen to the sounds that are muffled now more than before I ever swore
I see the night
I look in the mirror and I cannot recall who I am glaring at
No matter how hard I try
I always turn into that guy
Wake up with a girl who I do not even know
Wake up with a wound I cannot explain
Wake up with a pain that I bare to no one but myself
I sit bare in the shower
Try to clean this mess of a person
No matter how hard I scrub the night never comes off
Worst part of all is that this does not only occur at night
I call it night because I am in the dark
Para Ti
Tú eres la razón para mi corazón
El solo motivo que tengo para amanecer con el sol
Mi único deseo es solamente un beso
Empiezo de tu cuello y bajo despacio a tu pecho
Mientras mi mano acaricia la piel de tu brazo
Espero que te sienta exhalar
Y en ese momento respiro tu alma
Tu amor a mi me llama
Del mar, al desierto y hasta el cielo
Te sigo por toda mi vida
Hasta que ya no respire
Donde sea mi amor, ahí voy estar
while I sleep
The nights I sleep the best I dream of you
close to me
as you exhale, I breathe you in
and instantly our hearts become one
right as you are about to fall asleep
I murmur how much you mean to me
every so often you awaken and ask me what I said
I respond with a kiss upon your forehead
you reply with a smile that stops the hands of time
and then I wake up to the sound of my alarm
with no one in my arms
could this be a dream?
Or a nightmare?
Fall or Rise?
I am beginning to fall although some would much rather call it fail
But the thing about falling is you can rise once again and continue to scale
I am almost to the point where I might decide, not to rise but to wail
And drown in ale till I am inebriated and cannot recall
The pale man staring back in the mirror at all
Seems to be a pattern, the older I grow the more I grow sadder
I fear that at any moment I might no longer matter
Not only to you but matter to me, what is a matter with me?
Seems like I am living to die but I am dying to live
I wish I could feel like a child again
So tomorrow I will rise and continue to cry in the morning alone
But maybe my sorrow will somehow not see tomorrow
And I can finally smile for a while on my own
I think I might try to smile instead of cry
I do not think I can go on living to die—so maybe I will rise
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