Saturday, 31 July 2010
captured there in orange, beneath the old street light
a cloud of breath exhaled, hangs heavy in the night
waiting on the 409 has never been this bleak
the fierce wind nips your ear lobe, and ice cold stings your cheek
I watch you turn your collar up, your back against the bite
one hand on that coffee cup, the other out of sight.
each morning getting colder, the forecast is for snow
in fleece and wool you face the frost, and how I'll never know
I see you’re green, my blue faced friend, the green before the fall
you've never been about the perks, it's conscience above all
the last thing on your mind just now would be to get a Lynx
traffic is lame, road rage insane, and air pollution stinks
don't EVEN get you started upon the SUV
spews out nitrous oxide and guzzles Texas tea
public parking, another rare find, for what you get they rob you blind
and what they miss, the vandal takes, leave you with migranes the car alarm makes
better for all we all take the train
or one car per family 'stead of one car per brain.
watching you stand there with ice crystals forming
Hypothermantic, you NEED global warming!
I know you ain't no girlyman, my ever-ready mate
but my duracel is waiting, and the 409 is late
I jump out from my hiding place, approaching from the rear
my work cut out, without a doubt, the ice lymric is near:
poetic license pending,
I call for a herione's ending
like a frozen filet
without word or delay
I can lift you without even bending
once inside and thawing, you start in about the gas
I turn down the heat, but turn up the seat that's warming up your carcass
and I'm certainly all for the planet, and all for your thinking what's best
but for mornings like these, with your jewels in a freeze, come with and we'll heat up the QUEST.
Friday, 30 July 2010
He went around
and came around, and went around again
Then he came around, went back around
and came around again.
"What's with all the run-around?"
I asked my breathless friend
"What goes around, will come around
and right up to the end."
and holding back my laughter
I caught up with the clown
if it's women that you're after
just wait, they'll come around.
Been waiting my whole lifetime
and I don't think they see
that I can take them places
if they'd only come with me.
"Who runs this ride, you run beside,
and can't they cut the speed?"
"I have no clue, but maybe you
can jump this thing, and plead."
"One last run around, dear girl
it's worth the ride, you'll see
it won't be long, enjoy the song,
I'm a sick sorry son of a b."
I hopped aboard his dream machine
where ladies rode the poles
and pushed passed blown out bimbos
to the room which housed controls.
I peeked inside the window there
and much to my surprise
no one's mannin' anything on this
carousel of lies.
A sea of lovely lonelies
ride 'The Future' from the past
around again a few more times
our lives are fading fast.
Suddenly he's on the ground
and draggin' on his knees
with sweat upon his forehead,
I said, "Jackass, LET GO, please."
"One last run around, dear girl,
don't you worry none 'bout me
appreciate your deep concern
I'm a sick sorry son of a b".
Well, it took some major doing
to release his grip of fear
and then I jumped, and bruised and bumped
was finally in the clear.
"we've cashed in all our chips today,
but we'll be back, for more-
you push to run the Future
and I'm lonely to the core.
We hobbled from the Carn-evil,
my weary friend and me
what goes around will come around
DEAR GOD please set us free.
Saturday, 17 July 2010
I took a walk with Misery
we've been walking for a while
sometimes he says I go too slow
but I'll go that extra mile.
We don't say much and that's okay,
I'm not much one for talking
Silence makes good company
though some might find that shocking.
Well Misery's been up and down
these old familiar roads
prefers to walk with strangers now
who'll kick against the goads.
He's seen his share of Trouble
it invites him in for tea;
he walks the sullen pathway home
They take the train quite often
and meet up at the bars
Self Pity's always waiting
with her bottle, wounds and scars.
They buy a round and toast the clown
whose always got one-liners
to keep the crowd distracted
from the sad-sack whining piners.
Adversity can test your will
and take away your smile
you might meet up with Misery
and settle for a while,
to dwell upon the negative
will limit where you go~
and stuck inside, you'll just abide,
and surely miss the show.
Reflecting on old Misery,
I've often let him lead
and my own uncertain need.
I slow my pace and let him pass,
and turning up the sound
I bid farewell to Misery,
it's time to turn around!
Sunday, 11 July 2010
In the muted blue glow
of your favorite late show
with the light
from the bathroom
I can make out your face
and it's hard
from my memory,
you are gone.
In our silence
a comfort, it's true
to be said
meant much more~
we lived well
in our day
and had so much
but your smile,
it just cut
to my core
As we sat
side by side on the sofa
'twas your hand
on my ankle
'I am here,
you are there,
there's no distance',
you still whisper
So forgive me
but our late show
you are there
in the hazy blue den
I can't hear Letterman
in the hazy blue den
I can't hear Letterman
got him muted
so music can blare,
so music can blare,
Thursday, 8 July 2010
Reminding me of shorter days the orange globe sinks into haze
no longer casting heated rays but shadows on the beach
the warmth and softness of the sand beneath my back and in my hand
it cools as evening takes the land and sleep, within my reach
Words are written in my mind with colors I could only find
in sunsets which were left behind like paintings dried with love
I turn to face the laughing lush who paints the skies without a brush
and every stroke, poetic mush, which lingers high above
fiery red excites the soul and sets the mood in motion
orange and pink elicit sighs like a full moon on the ocean
streaks of purple are always fun and bring on the blue-green hues
a symphony is the setting sun but gimmee the midnight blues
I want to gaze into your glory tell me another story
oh bring on the colors don't let me sleep too long
I want to sing of Your greatness in spite of all my lateness
with all my quirks and troubles, you see in me no wrong
Oh God, you are amazing all creation should be praising
and I'll wait for you forever 'til the sun sets on my song
the days, they pass too quickly but sunset is the best
this moonless night, we hear the waves, which won't disturb our rest
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
Staring into hazy eyes
I slowly start to realize
that you are several leagues away,
and now I understand~
Tried to solve the mystery
went looking for some history
I'd dive back down if just to see
and stir the sleeping sand.
We drown out all the pain we feel
far-away things seem not as real
but there's a ton of brokenness
on the bottom of the bay
weighted well to keep it down
in hopes that time would surely drown
the misery which hangs around
to cloud the dreary day.
I didn't know just what you felt
the searing fire, the burning welt
the scars of life, of loss and such
which numbed your spirit, hurt so much
and wounds so deep, they should have bled
attended to, would heal~ instead
they linger painlessly, you've said
in places way too deep to touch.
I feel the tug upon my fin
and draw a breath of water in
and surface here to find I've been
caught up in love's illusion.
you nearly dried me in the sun
and here I'm thinking 'so much fun'
but like all fish, I've come undone
awakened from delusion.
I'll never truly understand
for I'm a fish and you're a man
I swim in garbage, not my plan
it's only your pollution.
there is no way a fish will drown
I'll let the current take me down
just one more gem in Neptune's crown
I guess that's my solution.
I make my bed there in the deep
and on my watch, I rarely sleep
the nets they drag for memories,
I keep them all from catching~
the one's you've drowned there in a heep
the painful one's I'd rather keep
and as I swim this sea of *bleep*
none will be for snatching.
Saturday, 3 July 2010
High tide is making it's way to your door
while I on the sand feel the waves pound the shore
it's pulling me out and I'm wanting you more
it's high time and high tide is coming
the morning sun sparkles on waves the right height
you're finally here and I'm filled with delight
i can't help but hope that my suit's not too tight
In this light I'm a sight but not numbing.
we paddle out longing and wait for the ride
and filled with excitment, the stuff I can't hide
we'll take from each other whatever's inside
for the sea on my heartstrings is strumming
by noon I've been battered and ready to flee
I'm guessing you're feeling the need to break free
you take to the big waves, I'm burning for thee
if these breakers were ice you would melt them
Weary I let that old ride take me in
I float with the current, don't bother to swim
and soon I'm washed up on sand, for the win
and like high tide, I've worn out my welcome
Low tide is good 'cause we all need a break
we give till it hurts and quite often we take
and it's all for the best find those treasures and rest
cause it's low tide but high tide is coming