A group of men fight on a united front to get what they each want
Three men trying to find somebody to care for They all fight for some reason unbeknownst to your normal heartless compeitor A united front formed off the formations for what really is not a status quo One got what they want the others are waiting for a chance to trade in their chances to see if they hit Gold or fall down to rock botton once again
(true anecdote circa late 1960's early 1970's) prithee Which cold wintry temperatures re: Wheely jogged unpleasant event in axle all let tea
Aye rem member inxs of cold playing air Froze natural on gull din pond, Where over head Canadian geese did blare Honking the latest goose sip Loud and crystal clear,
When from behind a bush (color of smashed pumpkin) Did peek a deer Alert to any rod nee danger field By parking upright Either one or both ear
Instinct flashed warning to doe eyed creature Lest predator doth lurk and induce fear While Harris Family and friends Oblivious attired in wintry gear,
Which padded material cladding Adequately protected me from cold Caused clouded difficulty to see (thru fog coated glasses),
And muffled keen hear Ring any forewarning As chief identifier icier This then gawky child nerd Precariously maintaining balance On his skates
Gliding, than extemoraneous Ill prepareed head over blades swan dive Shutterflying like a bird soon tubby goosed Such attempts made this boy Appear quite absurd Ah, if only this mind of mine shut oral trapdoor, And force haw debacle with preturnatural wink
Did two step quick think, But woe misfortune awaited Across the bumpy natural rink Blithely jettisoning myself,
To and fro, hither and yon Like a rolling stone (that gathered no hearty moss) going plink Unaware while in camouflage pose Disguised as one sneaky, slippery icy fink That snuck up in a blink
Found me squarely face down Shattering left front tooth Immediately discovered Via tongue as private sleuth Found me in an extremely agitated state forsooth As if on fire from red hot chili peppers Wrought jagged dentin chewable booth
A scant mere Seconds to late, when with a crash, which near Concussion smacked noggin Hard against blocky chunk hove ice Informing gap toothed email
(actually, that incident Found me quite traumatized, Especially without any solution to milk), I. e. unpreparedly tasting solid rock hard material - With ugly reflection that didst stare From a looking glass re: mirror, Which aye avoided at all possible costs where To cast and fit mouth With a provisional crown entailed maybe a year.
Necessitating cupped gloved hands To punctuate every muffled word To be but barely heard Akin to talking with mouth full of custard Above the quiet riotous mirth Analogous to twittering bird
Winning sympathy from parents, Who did level best to tend distraught son Who ushered playback of events With less disastrous rerun Praying for a high lee angel
To grant reverse outcome brought none Gut wrenching grief Immediately terminated former fun Damage irreversible And perfect smile of pearly white Forever broke NOT the least itty bitty funny, comical, Nor countenanced devastation done.
It just so happens That I lace you into Every song that I hear
I find your name Scrawled wonderfully On the spine of every book.
It just so happens The grooves in my records All spell out your name
And it just so happens That my fingerprints Can be found all over you
And that the smell Of your skin lingers On mine for as long as I let it
But it just so happens That I'd let it linger longer, Time, I find, makes it fade
And it just so happens That the time has come That it's gone from me For now
And it just so happens That for now I'm not sure Which way's up and which is down
And your hand is missing from my life And your words are spare
My time is long And all I have to do Is wish you were here
And it just so happens That tonight I'll fall asleep alone
I'll invent your smell And behind my closed eyes I'll watch you move Your perfect lips To the words of my favorite song And the words of yours
And it just so happens That the tears will seep From the corners of my eyes, Only to dampen My flowered pillowcase
And it just so happens That in the morning when I wake I'll still see you singing I'll hold on to the dream For as long as I can.
I'll remember the night you Told me All the reasons You knew you loved me.
Back pushed against the door In the dark, damp room.
I'll remember the feeling Of knowing you are somewhere... Loving me
And I hope you know Wherever you may be You should have that feeling With you always.
And I hope you do always smile. And I hope you do always laugh. And I hope you do always love. And I hope it's always me.
But if it just so happens That one day you wake and find You can no longer say Your love is with me
I'll set you free and watch you fly And as you leave, I'm sure I'll cry - But your wings spread in front of me Will be the happiest thing I'll ever see Even while they're flying You away from me.
At night I dreamt and I spoke the most beautiful poetry. I even said to myself in my lucid dream; at the moment I realized what I was saying I need to remember; it was so rare and beautiful, profound even. It's the same as the thoughts that are in my head when I am awake and conscious. Conscious like not in a dream world I could never fully explain or say or convey what is truly in my mind
I think we carved our names into a tree in front of that school and i think it's probably overgrown or cut down by now
Do you ever wish you didn't? Do you ever wish it were simple? I often find myself longing for something easy Something readable But we've built ourselves from complex wood engravings I suppose that's part of our story And i wouldn't trade a minute of our starlight But you have to admit Sometimes simple sounds perfect
Is the moon dead Or is she alive Or is she, said moon, really a man And does he have hands And does she have teeth And do they wonder As they look down What kind of star I am If I am even a star at all Perhaps I am a meteoroid I seem to be small enough Or perhaps I am a comet Pale, cold, and dirty Constantly shying away from the sun Leftover from the beginning of time ~ ~ ~Dear Cascabelera, I am writing to you because I've grown lazy in my heart Less patient in my mind And my eyes, wide and salty as the sea, Foam with fear of depths
As you stand there, brilliant and luminous in all your ways I lay here faithfully underneath you As I have for the past twenty-one years There is no greater devotion than ours, I know
Yet as I lay here, still, Underneath your gloaming With nothing to feel And no one to hold But my sadness I cannot help but wonder Are you dead Are you alive Are you here by choice Have you any tears to cry?
Cascabelera, I want to embrace you sweetly in the early morning Lunita, lunera I want you to lay with me in the dark
Inxs of cold playing air Froze natural pond, where over head Canadian geese did blare Honking the latest goose sip loud and clear When from behind a bush (color of smashed pumpkin) did peek a deer Alert to any danger by parking upright either one or both ear Lest predator doth lurk and induce fear While Harris Family and friends oblivious attired in wintry gear Which protection from cold caused difficulty to hear
Necessitating cupped gloved hands to punctuate every muffled word To be but barely heard Akin to talking with mouth full of custard Above the quiet riotous mirth from this then gawky child nerd Precariously maintaining balance on his skates and glide like a bird Such attempts made this boy appear quite absurd
Ah, if only this mind of mine did two step quick think But woe misfortune awaited across the bumpy natural rink Blithely jettisoning myself hither and yon Like a rolling stone going plink Unaware while in camouflage pose Disguised as one sneaky slippery fink That snuck up in a blink
That found me squarely face down shattering left front tooth Immediately discovered via tongue as private sleuth Finding me in extreme agitated state forsooth As if on fire from red hot chili peppers wrought from jagged booth
Winning sympathy from parents Who did level best to tend distraught son Who ushered playback of events with less disastrous rerun Praying for an angel to grant reverse outcome brought none Gut wrenching grief immediately terminated former fun Damage irreversible and perfect white smile forever broke con!
