Past is not prologue
we are not bound
like slaves
to the wheel
of our histories
turning
over
and
over
creating
a rut
in the ground
No
instead
we are trailblazers
owning our destinies
mixing desire and development
crafting new paths
breaking old chains
becoming
who we want to be
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Crazy he calls me
It cost me 60 dollars
for you to laugh in my face
and call me a tiger
but I'd do it all again
lay my heart on the floor
red at your feet
and watch you dance
all over my despair
your blue eyes
ice in your veins
all our bridges burnt
by your pride and my pain
and you can call me crazy
if you want to
for you to laugh in my face
and call me a tiger
but I'd do it all again
lay my heart on the floor
red at your feet
and watch you dance
all over my despair
your blue eyes
ice in your veins
all our bridges burnt
by your pride and my pain
and you can call me crazy
if you want to
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Sparkling bubbles of regret
your name came up today
quite by accident
it floated to the top
of my little world
disturbed the surface
POP!
ripples
waves across my heart
remorse crosses my mind
like a hitchhiking veteran
coming back from the war
between my heart
and
my fear filled head
grey coat soldiers
won that war
my heart, still bitter
with
sparkling bubbles of regret
we missed our moment
and..
I miss you
your blues eyes
your sly smile
your sunshine
quite by accident
it floated to the top
of my little world
disturbed the surface
POP!
ripples
waves across my heart
remorse crosses my mind
like a hitchhiking veteran
coming back from the war
between my heart
and
my fear filled head
grey coat soldiers
won that war
my heart, still bitter
with
sparkling bubbles of regret
we missed our moment
and..
I miss you
your blues eyes
your sly smile
your sunshine
Monday, May 30, 2011
parties and junkies
I shot the junkies
poisoned the party goers
cleaned up the streets
and went back to the suburbs of my heart
And I remember
standing naked
in your living room
while you threw a party
for somebody else
I should have gone home then
gotten my gun
put two in my heart
and laid the last junkie to rest.
poisoned the party goers
cleaned up the streets
and went back to the suburbs of my heart
And I remember
standing naked
in your living room
while you threw a party
for somebody else
I should have gone home then
gotten my gun
put two in my heart
and laid the last junkie to rest.
morning after
open up my brain
sun-drenched
morning
on the porch
breeze in my curls
and the sound of water
the night in a blur
through smoke
through the haze
could I spend my summer here?
hiding away
birds, dogs, and parties.
sun-drenched
morning
on the porch
breeze in my curls
and the sound of water
the night in a blur
through smoke
through the haze
could I spend my summer here?
hiding away
birds, dogs, and parties.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
5000 mile salad
hiding
your arms
a safe haven
hiding
your room
an island
but this
cannot go on
its unsustainable
like the 5000 mile salad
caught between
the energy crisis
and my hunger
wanting
always wanting.
unfilled.
gorging myself
on you
yet
still empty
hiding
away
in your
arms.
your arms
a safe haven
hiding
your room
an island
but this
cannot go on
its unsustainable
like the 5000 mile salad
caught between
the energy crisis
and my hunger
wanting
always wanting.
unfilled.
gorging myself
on you
yet
still empty
hiding
away
in your
arms.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
No safe harbor
on the 5
at midnight
think of you
light a cigarette
fire in my heart
smoke in my eyes
my hands are now
to busy to phone
at midnight
think of you
light a cigarette
fire in my heart
smoke in my eyes
my hands are now
to busy to phone
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