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I look around and realize
my life had been in disguise
for so very long
I couldn't no longer remember
how being happy
truly felt
until I heard
your voice on the
other end of the line
until I got the chance
to once again
gaze into your eyes
and I realized
emotions I have for you
really do still fun deep
they need to be said
they need to be heard
what do I do now
life thus far has
thrown me so many damn curves
not sure I trust myself anymore
been wrong
so many times before
I know I'm not mistaken
about my feelings for you
just not sure why
I feel like you
feel the same way too
could there really
be a chance
that we had to go through
all what our lives had
taken us through
so we could now
be on the same page
I'm willing to take that chance
to risk my heart again
are you...
can you again put it all on the line
can we truly make
it work between us this time
I may not believe
in much these days
yet I believe in us
in so many ways
I feel it for sure now
it's going to happen soon
I'm going to look
deep into your eyes
knowing there will be tears in mine
and tell you
baby I'm still in love with you
yes it's going to be hard
that and so much more is true
but I know
this is what I have to do
I just can't any longer
let it be
I have to do this
for you, but even more so
for me
the time is almost here
time to face all my fears
The Teacher boomed "Girls Curtsy" now "Boys Bow".
"Learn your Etiquette, Ladies first Gentlemen".
"We do not run we are not a herd of cattle, Now single file !"
"You Mr Smith will hold the door !, Thank you sir"
We filed threw the door unlike cattle as best we could.
Young Mr Smith falling promptly into the end of the line.
The girls giggled at us boys, as it seemed we were most in need of discipline.
And now to add to our disgrace we must, I must, keep from becoming violently ill.
For today we will learn to dance with Girls !
Behold the Gymnasium, the fetid hall of Torture, First Dodge-ball and now this Humiliation. Under the glaring lights of the Gymnasium devilish eyes gleamed across the way as they separated boys from girls.Damn their souls !, Begone ye pony-tailed and frilly spawns of Satan !
If only a deathly rain of frogs would find this an opportune moment to appear.
With their Ghastly shrills they would scatter to the winds like dandelion seeds !
But protected they were, the roof held steady and appeared it would for quite sometime.
They then paired us off, boy-girl, boy-girl, no chance to protest it was done.
I stood there holding her hand, staring at the back of her curly red hair.
She turned and smiled then shrugged, looking away so I would not turn to stone.
The Teacher sneered with fiendish delight and clapped her hands "Now Begin !"
Music filled the air and the frilly beast grabbed my other hand and pulled me towards her."Step-Step-Step-Left-Step-Step and Right, Boys pay attention !"
Slightly above the music I could hear groans from my fellow tortured souls.
We drug our feet desperately hoping for a Fire drill, The A-bomb, anything to end this nightmare ! The clock ticked slowly away and finally it came to an end, Death did not come we lived on.
The Redheaded Demoness turned to me "You did good" she said, and walked away to rejoin the giggling herd. Several days later a note appeared tapping on my shoulder, from the (Redheaded Demoness) "I like you do you like me Y/N" it read. It was over for me, my journey through the light had come to an end and into the darkness I fell as I pressed down with my #2 Pencil and circled (Y).
He hopped and bopped across the charts to the top
Until a tragic crop landing put him to a stop
Performed Chantilly lace for pretty faces
Chase young aces through melodical paces
Love notes in rock’n’roll quotes for youth emotes
Giddy nervous gulping throats in pink petticoats
Crooned bee bop tunes of teenage moon
As new love bloomed in first kiss swoon
It went so wrong, the piece that didn’t belong
Songs we sing along to keep a legacy strong
Feelin’ fine in fame prime until end of the line
The great music that defined, declined in 1959
Keep rockin’ with Ritchie and boppin’ with Buddy
To nifty fifty’s charisma, a music history to study
Billions of beams,
Stream from The Sun.
Attaching itself to everyone,
And everything,
Living and Breathing.
Projecting a design,
So Complex and Divine,
Our bodies the end of the line.
Reflections in time,
Brilliant waves of Sunshine,
Defining our out line,
As we Design the inside.
Inline with being Happy,
The Ride Runs smoothly.
More Soothing,
Navigating the terrain,
Of this Physical plane.
Always present,
Enjoying,
Abundant Campaigns.
Through Our tests and trials,
Sadness and Smiles,
Shining on you all the while.
Running through unaware,
The power of its loving snare.
You're under its care,
Guides you just right,
It loves to share it's Light.
Showing it's might,
It Doesn't want a fight.
Take delight in knowing,
The sun is glowing,
Growing with you,
Flowing with existence.
ALL Thanks to Consciousness,
Navigating through,
A reflection of time,
Expanding its design,
Right through YOU.
Boot Black Parlor; hats are cleaned, for ladies and the gents,
Boot Black Parlor; hats are cleaned, for ladies and the gents,
Cigars and cigarettes are sold,
My legacies to you.
Union avenue; my home your tenement, from the ship of Roma we came,
Union avenue; my home your tenement, from the ship of Roma we came,
Only thirty-three years your great-grandmother,
Just true and deeply sad.
Dear son I do believe, I'll take my coffee now,
Dear son I do believe, I'll take my coffee now,
The hard truth I have to tell you,
It's the end of the line.
The young boy is a strong one, he has his mother's eyes,
The young boy is a strong one, he has his mother's eyes,
Take care of your bride my son,
The children will be fine.
Over there you will find, a pair of moroccan shoes,
Over there you will find, a pair of moroccan shoes,
A four leaf clover, a pair of dice,
Will now belong to you.
Dear son I do believe, I'll take my coffee now,
Dear son I do believe, I'll take my coffee now,
The hard truth I have to tell you,
It's the end of the line.
When I look back at it now,
it seems we’re so far away,
from how we were baby,
back in the day.
When each moment was filled,
with either great joy or strife.
Stomping through existence,
filled with angst and rage,
like an epic novel,
when each turn of the page.
Brought another chapter,
springing into life.
We’ve had our share of smiles,
heartaches and tears.
Joyous encounters,
crippling fears.
Yet it was you and me baby,
just rolling through the years.
Those old days are gone,
don’t care if they come back,
because there’s nothing I need,
there’s nothing I lack.
Nothing I’m searching for,
nothing I’m hoping to find.
I’ve got all that I need,
just you loving me,
holding hands in the sunset,
sitting in the shade of a tree.
I’m blessed with happiness,
and lots of peace of mind.
We’ve had our share of smiles,
heartaches and tears.
Joyous encounters,
crippling fears.
It’s still you and me girl,
just rolling through the years.
I see clear skies and smooth sailing
until the end of the line
with you in my arms
every things gonna bet fine
as long as it’s you and me darling
and we keep rolling through the years
You ever had the time to explore your ideas to the deepest depth of your mind.
To follow the reasoning you have created to the end of the line
Have you had the time to realize the implications a child's story written in good ryme
Could have on the next generations for as long as that story resides on the tongues of those who will share it
I am curious if it ever hits us in are busy life's
Busy chasing things we used to never need
And forming opinions that are never right
Because the truth must grow but that can't happen with a poison sees
The time they take from us forcing us to live up to the ideals
That they have reinforced about expectations
And how this governs whose worthy of what
From the smallest material thing to the biggest spiritual need which is love
So next time you have a second if the realization finds you
And you wish yo share the secret the world has a way of binding you
Because the truth must grow so instead of speaking what you heard to people who won't hear
Find someone who lives by it and has been denied all but exciaistance and fear
Do not shake your head at him your silent thoughts we hear
Always be positive because spoken words are not the only words that heal
It's always better if you speak in kind
So here to you silent one for finding a way to shine
Light on someone when you could of easily walked on by
I just want you to know its appreciated it
And that it's not unnoticed
Your the kind that makes a difference
The kind who has a purpose
And still you take the time to remind a poetic
Mind that has clearly left his prime that even he is not worthless
your lips upon mine
staring at the clock
reaching the end of the line
been waiting all day
to unlock this feeling so divine
walk through the door
a warm embrace by your smile
the animal inside, anxious to soar
your body against mine, makes me wild
angelic skin and devilish eyes
making our way to Eden, clothes scattered on the floor
never been so in love with a woman like you before.
the passion escalates
our souls vibrate
the softness of your whispers recreate
the fireworks from our first date
i fear not to rise
for my desire to climb
will leave you breathless
like the first time your lips touched mine
LOVE DERAILED
Whose unscathed heart has dared to love,
for to love is to feel the pain.
Is it true love that hurts not the heart,
or just two passing trains?
In the best of times, dinner and wine,
when love feels like it shoud.
Dither and doubt linger about.
That dirt makes it hurt so good.
Love isn't fair, tis all but a dare,
arrogant, selfish, obtuse.
The winners gloat only in the grave
losers go back to the caboose.
Old lines and hard times denigrate the steel
making the cars woble and sway.
Even riding the smoothest rail,
clickety clack clickety clack, all day.
Left at the station, the end of the line,
Infatuation's purple heart.
The grotesque beauty of attraction
tis the angst of most great art.
When pain's embraced you've lost the race,
there is nothing left to see.
Bought and paid for, gelded and roped
like voluntary slavery.
If on romance you've take the chance,
I wish you the very best.
End of the line of the honeymoon train
It's all down hill for the rest.
Buried
Dead and buried
Buried this morning
Buried six feet under
Under the earth
Under an oak tree
Tree of remembrance
Tree of death
Death for me
Death forever
Forever cold
Forever silent
Silent in my grave
Silent without life
Life has ended
Life has ceased
Ceased to be
Ceased to exist
Exist and live
Exist and love
Love has gone
Love has fled
Fled for good
Fled away
Away from here
Away from loved ones
Ones I cared for
Ones I am missing
Missing the smiles
Missing the sunset
Sunset over the sea
Sunset over the mountains
Mountains and valleys
Mountains and rivers
Rivers that meander
Rivers that run free
Free and abundant
Free without end
End of the line
End of time
Time is over
Time has run out
Out to pasture
Out and down
Down in the ground
Down but aware
Aware but dead
Aware but still
Still
Dead
Written on 8/25/2015