Outside the world.

Here I sit pontificating,
About things emasculating,
I don't care for identity,
Nor do I care how you see me,
I live my life in solitude,
Venturing out when it is due,
I examine the world from afar,
And yet see into souls and their scars,
I imagine about the people,
Putting myself in their shoes,
Though my intent may be feeble,
I feel I'm getting to the truth.

Go Long Into the Night

Go long into the night, and dance, for the dance is where we lose ourselves. We free our minds and let our bodies take over. Our souls commune with the music and the air is filled with mutual spirit. Our hearts beat with the drums and our bodies fluid move with the woodwinds as strings rhythmically disrupt it. As the fires burn on the pyres as well as in our hearts and the passions erupt as we stare into anothers gaze. Potential lovers unite as the beat continues. The moon overhead illuminates the night sky as we, man and woman retire to the beds, to continue this dance, rythym, the beat now miles away but playing full in our minds as we dance laying on the bed, interwined pulsating, wild. Our lips pressing together we're sharing each breath. Your hips are grinding, as I am thrusting in this dance we that we are dancing. Romantic passion welling up like pure magnificent ecstasy, the drums beating faster and faster, our emotions on the brink of the lovers precipice about to explode... and all at once the drum beat stops, we cry out, and squeeze eachother tightly, as the dance is over. Our eyes meet and we stare at eachother amazed at what transpired, amazed at ourselves. Sweating and breathing deeply we slip away into the night naked in the moonlight towards the spring to clean our bare bodies, but in the back of our minds the drum continues beating and our souls are forever one to continue dancing. As we wash ourselves we look into eachothers eyes under the moonlight and embrace in a sweet kiss, but this time we do a slow dance, in the spring, and we take our time, and we go long into the night, and dance...

Remember, Remember (A Guy Fawkes Poem revision)

Remember, remember, When comes November
To vote out the Republican lot ;
I see no reason why their lies and scheming,
Should ever be forgot.

The GOP 'Twas their intent,
To sow dissention and cause lament.
They hide behind Rush Limbaugh,
Of whom their teabaggers admire.
They'll accept any ignorant member,
Because intelligence is not required.


Holla boys, Holla boys, let the beer bottles clink!
Holla boys, Holla boys, after we win we'll drink!

Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !

We vote to beat the GOP,
To spread the truth and expose them.
Let us rise up and bring them down,
And cast our ballots to deny them.
Burn their lies and hypocrisy,
Stand bright like Lady Liberty.
Expose them and their engorged heads,
Soon we'll say: the GOP is dead.

You make me feel better.

I'm sittin' out on the back porch drinkin' a beer,
Wonderin' why you ain't here,
Where could you be?
Why don't you go on get in that truck of yours,
Head on over to my back porch,
And sit with me?

Baby, I want you tonight,
I'll love you til forever,
And the rest of my life,
You make me feel better.

It's gettin' late almost half past 10,
Now your here and I don't care where you've been,
Just glad you're around.
I'm starin' into your beautiful eyes,
I think I'll take you out tonight,
Out on the town.

Baby, I want you tonight,
I'll love you til forever,
And the rest of my life,
You make me feel better.

Mini roadtrip time(inspired by a friends status)

Mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, gonna go the place that we love to be, gonna sit by the beach and swim in the sea after she takes a little trip with me, cause it's mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, We love groove to our musics melody, we know all the words to what were listening, And when we ride were always singing. Cause it's mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen. Mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, and here we go now, yes we're leaving...

This world

If I could show you this world in my head, you would find it amazing, amazing, Yeah, and if I could show you this world I've created, You would find it amazing, so amazing It's unreal how big it is, and how I only care that your in it, but if I could show you anything, it's this.

I'm standing here on top of the mountainside with you by my side, and I'm looking out onto the plains below, watching as the green fields grow before my eyes, but I'm focusing on something else, it's your hand intertwined with mine, and I'm feeling fine yeah. I get lost in here, as I drift away, when I come back your not here and I'm not feeling okay.

I just want you back, noone else knows that. Who you are, is a mystery to everybody, I like to keep it that way, I want you to myself, I say. So don't force me to tell, I'll never let anyone break this spell I'm under.

Rambling

The eloquent sunshine paints the sky and me orange, I am no longer gray, but me again. I find that my friends closest to my heart are powerful in my eyes. And I love them with all my heart, just like a beautiful sunset which I appreciate more than many can fathom. My capacity for love is great and my threshold for it's torment greater, but still I abide, and live on passing on the love. I amaze some and aggravate others, but still I am, and so are you. What in life is worth it if not Love. I ramble on lest I know not what I'm trying to say as I too in life ramble on as I know not where I'm going nor where I will end up. But I'm glad our paths crossed because like the sunsets you make me happy.

ambiguous poetry

Lyrically indecisive, rhythmically desperate,
Forgone insured pantomimic laboring,
Derisive autonomic defense mechanics,
Exhausted sleeping mass of life,
I am the Walrus, and the Dude abides.

Unbroken.

I felt a feeling of nirvana.
Momentary in my memory.
Though it lasted a few hours.
It was beautiful and calming.
I wrote a wisdom during it.
Or was it the wisdom that caused it?
The release of past pressures.
They faded from my mind.
And during that time, I was whole.
I was one, unbroken.

Poetic Dissonance

Genius is born not from eloquence and sanctuary, but from necessity and despair. For our sorrows drive us to eliminate pains brought on by inconvenience and inhibition. Indeed it is the impoverished denizens who are most like to satisfy our country's proverbial void and provide the answer required; that we may improve the living conditions for all instead of a select, engorged, few.

P.S. The Dude Abides.

I think about you.

I think about you every day you're always in my head,
And I think about you every night before I go to bed,
I gave you my jacket for a reason I planned it all the way,
So you'd feel me holding you each night as you drift away,
I enjoyed our nights together, you were always really sweet,
And I felt your heart beat slow as you started to fall asleep,
I was too scared to move you, you looked so beautiful there,
So I'd just sit in silence, relaxed, caressing your soft hair,
With every laugh and smile, and with you singing your songs,
You gave me back a zest for life, I thought was all but gone.
So now I'm telling you how I feel these word are true,
And I believe that baby, I'm in love with you.

Two birds of a feather.

When will there be another place, when will there be another time, for me tell you straight to your face, I love you and that's no lie.

I love you so much I want you here, it's all just a hazey mess, until I see you the world ain't clear, that I must confess.

I hope you're feeling better than before, and that you can blissfully fall asleep,
Because my heavy eye's are closing more, so come join me in my dreams.

It doesn't matter where we end up, as long as were together, just like the sweet doves, we're two birds of a feather.

Please let's go

I'm outside in the parking lot,
waiting for you to get off work and it's really hot,
You look so sweet in there,
Taking the orders and fixing your hair,
I'm smilin' in the truck out here,
Listening to the radio,
Well come on baby please let's go,
Down to the old quarry it's saturday night,
There's a party gonna get done right,
Our friends all gonna be there,
We bring the music they bring the beer,
And it's gonna get done right,
We'll be dancin' before you know,
So come on baby please let's go.

Good Night Dear World

Good night, dear world, may the storm thunders rumble softly,
And may the breeze caress you until you slumber gently.
May you dream dreams of far away exotic places,
Where you find yourself among kind and friendly faces.
In the morning may you rise rested and no longer weary,
To sunny skies and butterflies that leave you ever cheery.
May your afternoons be peaceful and relaxing under gold setting sun,
Until the stars come out and whisper softly once day is done.
May you yourself be fun, loving and full of laughter,
Until once again father time comes calling you after.

I don't know why.

I don't know why I do the things that I do,
But I know when I try, things turn out alright,
Maybe one of these days I'll learn to fly,
But in the mean time,
Let's go down by the beach,
Set and watch the sunset creep,
Away behind the world, and then
Watch the stars as they go floating by,
In the beautiful dark night's sky,
And maybe if were lucky enough,
We will see fireflies doin' firefly stuff,
hey hey hey, I make you laugh, don't I,
I make you laugh so hard you cry,
Then afterwords, we'll lay down on the soft sand,
And stare into eachothers eyes, you know what I like to see,
Yeah, you lookin' back at me,
I just want to be by your side, I just want to be more,
I just want to be by your side, you are my life, and I am forever yours.

just a song

You're my lovely cakes,
You're my sweet thang,
I'll do what it takes,
To make you my baby.

Now you're in my head,
I'm missin' you,
an all the fun things,
that we do.

Goin' for rides,
Down the backroads,
Singin'the songs,
That we know.

I miss your pretty voice,
And you're pretty baby,
Sing to me once more,
My pretty lady.

Sing to me-e,
I want to hear you,
Whisper softly,
Like you always do,

And when it's cold,
Put my arms around you,
And when I'm gone,
Think of me too.

One little night.

Last night I sat outside by the fire drinkin' beers with my friends,
But when they got drunk I didn't know what was about to begin,
All hell broke loose and they tried to steal my old mans car,
then one of them tried to run but he didn't get very far,

What the hell was I thinkin'
tryin' to have some fun,
Little cozy fire going,
After the day is done.

He fell to the ground laughing in the grass,
Tried to stand up again but fell right back on his ass,
The two girls just laughed at him, but one was just as worse,
I had to pick them up and in the morning I felt the hurt.

What the hell was I thinkin'
but we sure did do alot,
by the little tiny embers,
I had me a lot of fun.

Chat Haiku

Katie Lynn Majka,
Nine Twenty Seven P.M.
Ha ha ha, touche.

We got a few things in common.

We got a few things in common Oh don't you know, we like sunshine and country drivin' and when it snows, we got a few things in common oh don't you know, we like watching the sun set, and bumming at home.
We got a few things in common, oh yeah a few things, we walk the forest trails not looking for anything, we like to listen to the same music, watch tv, and laugh at funny things. Yeah we got a few things in common oh don't you know, we got a few things common.

God Complex

An old poem from a dark time in my life at age 15 don't take it literally.


Your sins are payable on death,
I feel it coming, Judgement Day.
It crawls here on four legs now picking up speed,
It has jumped into a headlong rush now our, time is short.
Our flesh burned away our naked souls revealed,
To the test of time we gave up.
God is now a symbol not a being,
Religions these days are like cars,
If you don't like it trade it in for a new one.
Bullshit, everything is bullshit, we love our bullshit,
It all depends on what bullshit it is, well I want the regular shit.
One word a voice, a voice unheard,
Stands between our life and our bullshit.
Its time to light the funeral pyre,
and put to rest our bullshit with fire.
Our sins to ashes, to blood, to dust.
All is gone along with our wild lust.
So much to say goodbye to, its ok you dont have a choice.
But you can help others along with just your voice.
Burn the bibles too, they mean nothing they are mans words,
As long as you are heard.
Its not the words that mean everything not the paper,
Soon, your earthly life will not matter, that time is later.
Drop these dead husks and walk around in the glow of the ONE.
Take my harsh words to heart, for now with you I am done.
It is time for the rain of Judgement upon the land.
The Devil's armor painted crimson with the blood of man.

Back Porch Cinema (Let it be...)

Let it be---, let it be---, we got a lot of people takin' our time now. Let it be---, let it be be be now, we don't stop to watch the wind flow through the trees anymore, were too busy to enjoy the sun setting down. All I really want to do in this world is listen to the music while watchin' the fireflies fly around. Let it be---, oh please lord let it be---, that this time of business is coming to a close, and let it be---, let it be be be, that I can take the time to sit and enjoy the life I know.

But how can we change when we refuse to move, were set in stone, it rains on our heads, the sun bakes us to death. Why can't we just learn to crawl, or walk or something else, we can't keep standing here underneath the elements. Holding on to our old sentiments. Resisting change like the stone, which still breaks down and slowly erodes.

Somehow I know life is gonna change, and when it does we need to be ready to break the cage, and sow the seeds and reap the land, and give eachother a helping hand. When the time comes we'll leave behind our greed and focus on the garden's green. Enjoying the time spent playing with friends, and sitting around the dinner table at the day's end.

A change in our circumstances is coming, the world of money is looking bleak, well I don't want that world anymore I just want a back porch cinema and a warm place to sleep, when the sun goes to bed, the fireflies take over, the moon reflects its name and it shows us were getting older. And if you look real close you can see the show, underneath the twilights glow. So when the time comes what happens we shall see, but hopefully when our new day dawns we can let it be...

Intensely Your's

I want you,
I want to caress you,
I want to make love to you,
But not just some one time kind of love,
I want to love you so intensely that it feels like our souls are intertwining,
So that I feel you and you feel me and time drifts away,
And even when we're apart I can feel you with me,
I am intensely your's, forever and always.

Another time.

Waking up for what seems but another dream
I was whispering, whispering in my sleep
How I feel about you, that I want you to stay,
Don't go away, stay with me today.

And when I go to bed, when I go to bed at night,
I lay there and think, and think of all the time,
When we went for walks, and held hands all the while,
The fireflies danced, and all you could do was smile.

So are you.

I saw the sky,
And the Road,
And the Fields,
and I kept watching them,
And they kept passing by,
But one thing was special,
And that one thing caught my eye,
Or else I would have never seen it,
And that one thing was your eyes,
And they were magnificent and bright,
And remarkable,
And a brown amber hue,
And they are so beautiful,
And so are you.

Can you feel...

Can you feel your heart inside,
Put your hand to your chest,
Pulsing, feel it with closed eyes,
Thumping away times stress,
Bringing awareness to the temporary,
The beat changes per the action,
Myriad of feelings that always vary,
Driving your thoughts and reactions,
Well can you feel the heart inside,
The flame burning, raging strong,
It's about time for you to realize,
You've been feeling life all along.

Dear Inebriation

Dear Inebriation,
Once again we play this silly little game,
I go to bed thinking it was but a dream, yet it was all for shame.
The next morning you've left me here alone to to survive,
When I hear about and read the things I've said or done, I could just die.
But don't you worry I'm a joker at heart and I'll laugh it off,
Until the next time you turn me into a big huge jag off...

Best Friend

I've felt your pain, and watched you cry,
And I've sat beside you and made you smile,
I've heard your worst, and seen your best,
And I've taken over when you needed a rest,
I've answered your questions, though sometimes wrong,
And I've made you mad at times, though not long,
We've laughed together and stayed up late,
And all our time together I would not trade.
Who am I, that I know you, then?
I am nothing less than your best friend.

The Question

See the light for what is,
Breathe the air for what it is,
Feel the world for what it is,
Smell the earth for what it is.
But what is it all?

Through the veil...

Through the veil of nightshade we went off to battle far away,
And there we fought hard and long and there we did stay,
As we lay under the intimate night sky speckled with antimony dust,
We we're carried away from bloody basin, our swords left to rust.

Now let all masquerades fall away, and dirt relinquish it's hold,
That we may walk the sands of death, and walk feeling bold,
Let all the oceans of life open up and wash us ever clean,
Blood, and spit, and sweat, and tears, nothing but a dream.

May now we feel the calming bosom of the heavens warm embrace,
And lay our fears and cares to rest with clear mind and face,
Let Fate and Destiny rest their heads and sleep forevermore,
Our journey long and arduous, done, we journey nevermore.

Some new Haiku

As clouds gently weep,
Heavy hearts lift their heads high,
Pain washing away.

The trees bud new life,
Cold melts away in the sun,
Birds chirp melodies.

Spring whispers softly,
Soft winds caress our souls,
Green fields lift our hearts.

Have you smelled the air today?

Have you smelled the air today,
Windows open, sun shining, it feels like spring,
The fresh breeze blowing through the doorway,
I'm enjoying this new feeling.
The sun is shining longer all the time,
Each day lasting longer and longer still,
Until it's time again for the days to unwind,
And once again for us to feel winters chill.
But have you taken a deep breath today?
I can smell the wet dirt in the air,
And the scent of impending rain stays,
Lingering on the nose, not much can compare.

Why hello, Monday, I hate you.

Why hello, Monday, I hate you,
Tuesday, your not much better.
Wednesday, your middleway through,
Just coming up shy, Thursday,
Friday I thank God for you.
But Saturday and Sunday,
I wish you could always stay.




Just another poem inspired randomly by a friends facebook status.

Is there?

I stand, watching the world, feeling cold, all the time,
Enjoying the feeling, I abhor excess heat,
I look down on much of your lives,
From the bottom of the social ladder, funny...
I feel powerful and destined for heroic purpose,
But I'm weak and don't seem to be going anywhere,
I feel good, though, happy, but out of service,
I'm a dreamer and a poet, not much else is there?

Three Dreams, the minds true poetry.

Just had a dream about thermonuclear war, in a country I've never been in, in a place I've never seen, with people I've never met before. I had been flying a plane, piloting it myself, towards shore when the nukes started dropping, I had to fly towards a mountain and large hill and cling to the deck, I eventually bailed out in a town. In this town was unrest and rioting. I found a family holed up in their home, scared, and asked them what was going on. They told me (can't remember what country) was dropping bombs and that they we're too scared to try and make it to the lifeboats. They explained that the nukes didn't hit the coast line as much and that the government planned for survivors to reach lifeboats and be taken out to sea while the unknown country laid siege. The man had a shotgun and I had my service pistol, so we both walked his family out of hell. There was him, his wife, and three children. We went outside through the back into the alleyways. Dispatched a few sociopaths and then made it into the treeline. My mind flashforwarded to the beach where people were climbing onto these simple lifeboats, they covered the coast. Overhead missiles were flying. Eventually we moved out to sea as the sun was setting. The life boats came close together and dropped these basket flares which were just little fires in the water. Many complained, but the bombing had stopped, all we needed to know now was where it was safe to land. Then I woke up.

I had a dream about a flood before that, where I was in this skyscraper filled with random apartments and office rooms and most on the outside of the building, the outside walls were all glass. I woke up to water filling the bottom room, I didn't move until half the room was filled, I climbed to the top floor rather than wait about floor by floor. People were there, people I knew and worked with, but had never met or known before. Outside it was equally sunny and filled with dark clouds. There was water everywhere below and all you could really see were trees and buildings sticking out of the water.

Each of these dreams were not nightmares really, they were weird to say the least.

The night before I had a dream about Hanover, only not the Hanover anyone knows completely. My mind added large sections to it, and changed things around in some different ways. The Home Economics classroom became the music room, their was a weird but cool plant with glowing red flowerbuds growing in the old commons where the vending machines used to be, the ceiling their was tall. Lechien was standing outside of his room. Outside in the middle court area there was bright beaming sunshine, and down the hall the same sunshine was beaming through the front windows by the office. I remember there was a game, I think this part of the dream was really my mind playing an old memory. It was in the old gym, the one we all did P.E. in. I don't remember much of the game it went by fast, leaving though I remember talking to Vince, Matt, then Brenda and Bethany. After that I met Abby in the new large Library addition that was built on the front parking lot. My mind's eye looked at it from above at an angle of about 60 degrees, it was cloudy and dark outside when I did though. When it came to seeing Vince, Matt, Brenda and Bethany, my brain was just replaying old memories, but the library was new, I felt my old feelings for Abby, my brain it seems likes to play tricks on me. In the library we had a conversation, I can't remember what it was it about, it's been too long since I had the dream.

One day yes, but I usually don't remember anything from them at all.

The Flag of White

Doth thou surrender to your fate?
Or must your will, I doth break?
Shall thy show thineself to the light?
Or under nightshade will thou hide?
Thou wrestles with thine mind I know,
For the die be cast, your heart shows.
Steel yourself dear old friend,
Enemies we're not, nor have ever been.
Must we, must we, then still fight?
Or will ye yield, the flag of white?

Life, but differently.

Is it wrong to want the world to descend into chaos,
So that everyone would feel the same?
Everyone living on the same social level,
Only a select few rising on to fame.
Not necessarily feeling the same that I do,
It would probably be better than what I've felt.
Though it too would have it's moments of joy,
So what would world would you choose, I pray, tell?
Such moments of longing for the lost souls today,
What purpose would they now have if this came to pass.
Currently they do nothing, locked away in their homes,
Keeping alive on a bare glimmer of hope from the past.
Diagnosed with depression, a pill for the pain,
Little rays of sunshine, each for a price, a toll.
The toll, you ask, is taken from them by the Lotophagi,
Until, at long last, their is nothing left of their soul.
The puppetmasters rule the world now, with clever cunning,
Manipulating our heartstrings with adept skill.
They show us our minds desires to rope us in,
In truth we have only the illusion of free will.
I guess I don't want chaos, only the world to change,
So that we are not stuck feeling the pain of greed.
Where money is everything, no matter what they say,
And in order to continue living you must surely bleed.
I experienced true happiness as an ignorant child,
Should I not wish to live in the past, do you not agree?
That is what I want, though, because that's when I felt alive,
A time of blue skies and sunshine, where I lived life, but differently.

...But A Dream

What if you woke up tomorrow
And discovered life was but a dream?
That years of what we thought was living,
We were really just fast asleep.
Do you wonder what it would be like,
What a world would we wake up too?
Would we still have our friends and family,
And what would it mean if this were true.
Would it be what we call heaven,
Could there also be a hell?
After living our lives asleep for so long,
Would we know if it was real, could we tell?
Maybe, though, we would live our lives full,
And love one another, forgetting all our greed,
If we all woke up tomorrow,
And discovered life was but a dream.

The Journey Chp. 1

If you wanted to read the story, I moved it to my short story blog. So far all of the work on there is unfinished and in rough draft form. I've posted a link to 'The Journey'
http://sgepplots.blogspot.com/2010/02/journey-chp-1.html

Your Friend the Wind

"You know me, you know. We were great friends. I caressed you when you were young, and messed up your hair as a child. We used to have fun messing up the piles of leaves that your sisters would rake up in the fall. In the winter I made beautiful displays with the snowflakes, and built hills of snow for you to jump in. In Summer you would climb the trees and I would rock them back and forth, and cool you down. But now you are older and have forgotten me and retreated inside. And I have been sad, howling at night. Come back to be me and we will enjoy ourselves again, Me and you, your friend... the wind..."

Escape

Television shows, movies, for watching,
Daydreaming, and music for listening,
All are in common with something-Me,
A simple getaway from the day to day misery,
When you carry the world's heavy weight,
Even a short respite can be a great escape.

My feelings about my poetry.

My mind works in a mysterious manner, and my poetry
In a sense is the mystery escaping. I enjoy the clever
juxtapositions I can come up with. Freeverse and odd rhyming schemes
intrigue me, and my feelings watermark my poetry.
Rarely do I care what people think of me, but I enjoy hearing
a person's thoughts about what the poem invokes in them.
Some are weird, some are happy, others sad and dark, but all of them
come from a part of me. I do hope in the future more and more people will read them.

Perception

One man see's the world for what it was,
Another see's the world for what it is,
Another see's what it will become.
One is happy, one is sad, the other experiences both extremes.
As all will see a sunny day,
Past hides himself from it,
Present is ignorant and sees the day as a day,
And future is ecstatic.
Because perception rules the world.
And once you've seen it, all will change.

[Not sure which one I like better]

One man see's the world for what it is,
Another see's the world for what he wants it to be,
And neither see's what it will become,
A dystopian utopia.
Black and white to gray.
Good and Evil, the man made concept, gone.
Peace and tranquility a natural side effect.
Feel free to fly away, anytime, if you can see it possible.
Because perception rules the world.
And once you've seen it, all will change.

The last drive.

He got in the car, ready to go, turn the key, boom.
The engine starts, growling like an angry lion.
He shifts it into gear, and the tires burn,
Like a lightning bolt he tears down the road,
Here comes those Red and Blues,
He laughs and smashes the pedal,
"Stopping is for people with something to lose,"
The engine bellows and the Red and Blues slip away,
Mailboxes, telephone poles, fields, all fly by.
He slows to make a turn, and rips across the freeway,
Down the rural street he speeds away, and here comes the tracks.
He punches it and jumps the tracks, his car flipping front over backwards,
The roof collapses, and it seems he's stuck,
He reaches for his pack of cigarettes, and then unbuckles himself.
He kicks the door as hard as he can, it slides open but just barely.
He kicks it again, and again, until finally he can slide out.
When he stands up he feels something wet trickling down his left side.
A big shard of glass sticks out of him.
The pain shoots through him as he comes to a realization.
The man crawls closer to the car and leans his back against it.
He lights a cigarette and sits there smoking.
Finally he quickly pulls the shard of glass out and the pain subsides a little.
He faces the sun, barely any clouds in the sky.
He takes another drag of his cigarette, smiles and thinks to himself,
"It's a good day, Joanne... See you soon, babe... Real soon..."
He takes another drag and slips away, still smiling.
Alone on the road a wrecked man and a wrecked car, one to the junkyard, the other to see his beloved...

Siren

She sings her sweet siren's song,
Drawing us in with her melodious voice,
Not leaving us distraught nor leading us adrift,
But lighting the lighthouse inside our hearts,
Leading us through sadness' fog into love's warm harbor.

I don't want to go home.

I don't want to go home--, yet,
I just want to stay right here with you---.
I don't want the day to pass, yeah,
I don't want the sun to set, on this day with you--.

No I don't want go home--, yet, I don't want to leave you--, no.
I just wish time would freeze, oh yeah,
I just wish everything, could continue to be---,
Be---, what we have always drea---med, yeah.

I wonder sometimes, yeah, when you look into my eyes,
What are you thinking of, yeah, Are you thinking of me---,
Are you thinking of me, and this beautiful, beautiful scenery, yeah,
And I know we'll stay together---, forever--, for--ever, yeah.

And I don't want to go home, no, no, no--,
I just want you to stay right here with me---,
With you wrapped in my arms, yeah, yeah
Watching the world go by, watching the world go by, watching the world--, yeah,

So I won't go home, No, no, no. No I won't go---
It's me an you, yeah, and that's how it will always be---.
That's how it will be--- forever,yeah, forever--, forever--, forever-----.
Just you and me...

Mellomanesta Dream

I arrive a little early, were headed out tonight,
For a little picnic on Mellomanesta Hill,
Your getting ready still, music playing in the background,
I walk out back and smell the summer air,
It's so invigorating, your husky Shelly comes to greet me.
Good little girl, I pet her head. I turn around and walk back inside. Your down the hall in your room, I yell in a sarcastic tone, hey we're gonna be late for our own funerals at this pace. Shutup you, I'll be ready soon enough. You smile and glare. I chuckle. I walk back outside and get in the car. You come out a few minutes later. Melissa by the Allman brothers is playing on the radio. It's our tune. I put the top down and we leave. We take the road around the quarry, it glows pink and orange as the sun gets closer and closer to setting. Your hair is whipping in the wind. I take a turn towards Mellomanesta, the sun shines in your face, you wrinkle your nose. You look cute when you do that, I can't help but turn and smile, you see me and smile too. We wind our way up to the top of the hill.
The sun is about a half an hour away from setting when we reach the top. I go to the back of the car, and grab the blankets and the basket. You take the blankets from me and spread them out on the side of the hill facing the sunset. I turn the accessory key on the car and let the radio play. We sit and open up the basket, I take out the food, and the bottle of wine and and glasses. Neil Young's Heart of Gold starts playing on the radio. The gold of the sun is shining on the hill and the tree's silhouette the horizon. We eat our little sandwiches and drink our wine. All the while I tell you jokes and make you laugh. We talk about our childhoods and laugh at our embarrassing moments. We lay back against the hill and I wrap my arm around you and we watch as the day settles into night, the moon shines bright. The fireflies dance all around us. I lean over and kiss you on the cheek and then the neck and finally your lips. You lean into me and we kiss deeply, passionately. I unbutton your top one button at a time. Kissing...you... every... step... of... the... way... Slowly kissing you, I unlace your skirt and slip it off. I move down even slower kissing longer as I feel you getting warmer, breathing deeper. You intertwine your fingers with mine as I kiss you and feel you blush. I lean over you and kiss you again. The heat of desire burning, our passion bringing us closer and closer together, until finally, for a small while, we are as close to each other as two people could ever be.

Do you know what it's like?

Do you know what it's like to feel alone,
To see world from the outside looking in,
To be surrounded by only ghosts,
The memories of your only friends.
Do you know what it's like to trust your soul divine,
To those who your not sure you can trust in the end,
To hope they are sincere and put yourself on the line,
And after being wronged learn to trust them again.
Do you know what it's like to fall in love,
And know it will never be reciprocated,
Because your only acceptable as a friend,
Nothing more, and have it constantly stated.
To finally break and give up at last,
Not a single care or worry evermore,
Your spirit gone, just an empty glass,
Just simply asking, "What is it all for?"

WRF4

What are friends for?
But to help you through the rough times,
to stand by you when your wrong,
to help you up when you've fallen,
and to love you all along.

Food for thought.

Red and Black Rasberry with brandy reduction sauce,
Poured over a spinach salad with almonds and seared tuna,
Garlic butter infused deep fried turkey fillet with crispy skin,
Lemon spritzed, with a Merlot and Honey Mustard drizzle,
Fresh baked bread roll topped with super sharp cheddar,
A Glass of Merlot or Pink Champagne to contrast the flavors,
And for Dessert a Brandy Caramel drizzled Chocolate Lava Cake,
Or a slice of Lemon Cream pie topped with Cinnamon Dulce cool whip,
at a table for two, out in the quiet afternoon sun on a terrace.

My 50's-esque song attempt.

This all really just came to me as I was driving just singing, and when I sing or rhyme my mind will attempt to fill in the blanks if I'm making it up. It all just started with "How lucky are we," and my inner muse filled in the rest. Enjoy!

How lucky are we, to be eating for three,
With a little baby on the way, celebrating life's symphony,
How lucky am I to have you by my side
All I know is that I love you, and I never want to say Goodbye,
So come and dance with me, eh baby who are we,
To be so care free, enjoying all of life's simplicity.
Well I can't say I mind, so when we fall asleep tonight,
I'll be glad your by my side, and I will love you for the rest of time.

...

Where did you go, all those years ago,
When I needed you, you were nowhere to be found,
And now, you've come back expecting everything to be okay.
But it's not, it will never be the same.
Tell me where'd you go, all those years ago,
Tell me why you left, when I was hurt and felt alone,
Why couldn't you at least pick up the phone,
Tell me where have you been, IS it really so hard, I just want to know.
I changed my whole world, I'm not the same person that you knew,
And it's all...Because of you.

Just a daydream.

I ride along in my car, with you, driving fast,
You're sitting next to me, windows down, wind blowing past.
I can't stop looking over at you, as we roll through the countryside,
You notice me looking and smile, I laugh happily and pull you to my side.
I turn down the next road that we come to, headed for my place,
The sun is setting and we're almost there, it is getting late.
You lay your head in my lap and look like you've fell asleep,
I slow down a bit and kiss your head, you look so sweet.
The radio is playin a slow country tune, saying loving you is nothing new,
Its setting up the perfect mood, and it's just how I feel about you.
We pull into the driveway, and drive around to the back yard,
I slide out real gently and carefully pull you into my arms.
You look up right back me as I look down at you and spin around,
You slide down and we keep going dancing on the ground.
I look deeper into your eyes as you look deeper into mine,
We stop dancing and lean into eachother and I kiss you one more time.