There’s a feeling called
the drifting force
that makes you want
to shift your course
and find a better vector
on boring study nights.
They’re so many things
a girl starts missing,
like hugging, dancing
and oh, yes kissing,
when she lets a dry syllabus
control her life.
After several hours
of intensive reading,
your intuition is that
what you’re needing,
is something we’ll
politely call ‘delights’.
But you make the almost
painful choice
and factor out your inner voice
and you pick up yet another book
and not a boy,
because, you see - it’s really
a necessity, not a choice.
In a horse life.We can play with a burlap feed
bag, an empty milk jug, or chew on the barn stall
door.Just to kill some time, or to kill some every
day bordom.In a horse life.We get names like
Black Beauty, Flicka, Seabiscuit, or Secretariat.
In a horse life.We do tricks like bowing our heads
down, or placing our shoe upon a pedastool.Picking
up the cowboy hat.While tapping our feet rata-tat-tat.
In a horse life.We like a good block of salt.With lots
of minerals, to lick upon.A wholesome bale of hay.To
start off a brand new day.Or a bucket of grain.To keep
us all healthy, fat, and sane.And a fresh bucket of water,
to wash it all down.In a horse life.I could be losing a
horseshoe.While the rider is losing his mind.In a horse
life.We can be a workhorse, a race horse, or a trick pony.
Or maybe a showhorse, or possibly a circus horse.With
out all the phoney baloney.In a horse life.We can run all
day in the open sun, or run the race trak.While the betters
place their wagers.Of course, at the horse racing track
betters window.In a horse life..
Chilled from the midnight cold,
as I stroll wrapped in cavalier,
wondering if the world has something to spare,
But life once was...
a beautiful pasifier we all use,
can you imagine us all in Rome,
with wine and necktor,
making love beneath the pillars,
and watching Gladiators,
and yet...home is where we sleep,
catching myths with nothing to keep.
And in the hour of darkness,
we whisper endless seas of laughter,
beckoning to others intent,
The interest dwindles as we get closer,
and the asumption we all give,
well-I guess I'm one in the same,
wading across the sand fading nowhere,
day dreaming and acting like fools,
do I feel strong,with you,incredibly,
beneath it all,I guess I can drink wine too,
while everyone is here and dither.
Though I disagree,
and the moonlight shifts,
watching within myself,
as the cob webs become rust,
and the rain falls free,
I find the corner an end to our trust,
feeling mahogany bordom in every eye I meet,
The Anthem of our Song,
embelishes us and we become indiscrete,
while the hopes of deliverance binds our hands,
and we all feel we are free.
What's in a color?
I do not understand.
The color of our skin, changes as we get plder,
SO what is in a color,
Pearly white turns to a warm brown,
with no thought to its wearer,
so what is in a color,
a bouquet of one color is boring, but one two, three, or even more
is center of all attention
so who would want everyone to be all one color
how droll
I would personally be bored out of my mind
I would rather have the eyecatching beauty of the many
then the bordom of the one
She opened the door
And let me in
Her smile rised from her lower lip
Like the morning star
This alone took off
Thousand years of my bordom
She opened the windows for me
To let heaven get in
To welcome me
Like a warm hole
Her smile is spinning around the place,
And everywhere,
In the town’s streets
The public parks
In the water fountain
In all my life
I ringed at her door
At my life
She screamed
She smiled
She jumped on me
Like a playful
Young rabbit
Jumping over
A lost turtle
She offered me
A beauty seeds
And a colorful kisses
A fog of silence
Invaded my
Table
For couple dead hours
the cafeshop
Looks like a dezerted temple
the server is bored with his long
lasting bordom
A Lady
came across my table
Her eyes were firing
At mine
She said
“Beautiful night?”
“Is it?”
I was taking by sharping my pencil
Against the concrete slab
She dumped her cigarette
In my ashtray
And added “Have a good night”
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