Chase that Unicorn Buddy….
2/3/10
I’m tired of waiting,
Is it her time or mine, she is taking?
I’m ready, with feelings on the line….
Once again I’m waiting
Waiting at a bar
She could have called
…. but she didn’t
And I still like her
Funny what it isn’t.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
For It's My Dreams You Walk On...Tread Softly
For It’s My Dreams You Walk On…Tread Softly
5/24/2010
There is a pain inside me,
Is your heart better off free?
Why do you worry me?
All I ask is a little precedence…
I don’t need all your focus,
Just don’t use this hocus pocus!
God damnit where are you?
I wait and I wait
It makes me want to hate!
I hate this feeling of weakness
You talk of feeling this deepness,
You don’t know…understand.
5/24/2010
There is a pain inside me,
Is your heart better off free?
Why do you worry me?
All I ask is a little precedence…
I don’t need all your focus,
Just don’t use this hocus pocus!
God damnit where are you?
I wait and I wait
It makes me want to hate!
I hate this feeling of weakness
You talk of feeling this deepness,
You don’t know…understand.
Morning Heat (Easter 2003)
Easter 2003
2/10/09
Mornings shadows have risen to the walls
And the bed and carpet and dresser. They
Dance wildly with the morning light
Analogous with the passion filling the room.
Leaving the room for breakfast
Sweaty, naked from head to toe.
Outside on the porch eating
Watching the horses move slowly in the heat.
The smell of honey suckles
Almost too sweet.
Her curves shimmering
In the summer’s morning heat.
2/10/09
Mornings shadows have risen to the walls
And the bed and carpet and dresser. They
Dance wildly with the morning light
Analogous with the passion filling the room.
Leaving the room for breakfast
Sweaty, naked from head to toe.
Outside on the porch eating
Watching the horses move slowly in the heat.
The smell of honey suckles
Almost too sweet.
Her curves shimmering
In the summer’s morning heat.
The Native
June 1, 2008
The Native
Skin around his left eye seeming to melt into the socket,
Like roots around a sink hole grasping for the earth,
His long body moving slowly in the gray leather recliner,
Sweaty navy blue t-shirt clinging, loose on his wrinkled skin.
Stringy gray hair against permanently burnt red, cracked skin creases,
Dangly, skanky gold earring stringing from his loose left lobe,
He stands; walking toward me his eye begins to bleed.
His strong long arms grip my shoulders,
Paralyzed, my feet glued to the tile, my voice shakes,
What the fuck are you doing? Well fucking do it.
Shadows of strange Indians dance
Around my room in darkness.
Fear surrounds my body
As sweat rolls over moist skin, I am awake.
The Native
Skin around his left eye seeming to melt into the socket,
Like roots around a sink hole grasping for the earth,
His long body moving slowly in the gray leather recliner,
Sweaty navy blue t-shirt clinging, loose on his wrinkled skin.
Stringy gray hair against permanently burnt red, cracked skin creases,
Dangly, skanky gold earring stringing from his loose left lobe,
He stands; walking toward me his eye begins to bleed.
His strong long arms grip my shoulders,
Paralyzed, my feet glued to the tile, my voice shakes,
What the fuck are you doing? Well fucking do it.
Shadows of strange Indians dance
Around my room in darkness.
Fear surrounds my body
As sweat rolls over moist skin, I am awake.
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