Romeo, Romeo

Checking email,
to see if you have sent,
checking voicemail,
looking a hint,
of where you are,
my time better spent.

Do you think on me,
perhaps I'll never know,
the secrets I desire,
to ask and know,
what keeps you from me,
what keeps me low.

'bout Half Right

Thought I'd hold your hand,
as you grow old,
figure it all out,
let time unfold,
well...
seems I was
'bout half right.

Now time presses on,
no respect for emotions,
no consideration,
no chance for devotion,
well...
seems I was
'bout half right.

Memories fall from sleep,
so bittersweet,
least those memories,
are mine to keep,
well...
seems I was,
'bout half right

Got to go,
can't stay and dream,
a new day,
who knows what that'll bring,
oh...
seems I was,
'bout half right.

Let It Out

God doesn't want you to be happy
said you talk to the walls too much
said you need to keep in touch
not with him but with those around you

Said he wasn't going to pass on your words
no secretary to your life work
Take the memo yourself and oh one more thing
he said to stop being a jerk

He wandered away still mumbling
which for a god seems strange
said something about never creating pain
but that we seek it out just the same

So this package arrived for me today
and I think it was gods way to say
we can say it isn't fair
but need to blame ourselves for not being there

There for each other
least I think that is what is meant
god speaks to me
not because I understand but because he needs to vent

No Poetry

A good friend asked of me,
wondering why I had sadness and dark poetry.
These things are here for all to see.
My own public therapy.
Darkness only lives without the light.
I show here I do not fear the night.
I recognize my worse fears abate,
my burdens lift when I share the weight.
Knowing someone might share my concern,
for just a moment to hope and yearn,
that someone else knows those thoughts,
once written, my own forgiveness sought.
I'm not so dark or needing help,
unwritten happiness I kept for myself.
So remember I share the gladness too,
not written here but when I'm with you!

Who Am I?

Who am I?
But someone you used to know,
Now sitting here alone.
No love that I had shown,
Helps now that you are gone.
The seed of past are sown,
No happy us at home.

Who am I?
But no, one, now.
Who am I?
But lone, ly, now.
Who am I?
Half of who, I, was.
Who am I?
Life now, placed, on pause.

Who am I?
Past strong with sense of self,
Now sorry for myself,
Sick where once was health,
A pauper in search of wealth.
In and of itself,
commentary on my mental health.

Cover Hog

Missing the aggravation,
The story in dedication,
dreams and imagination,
of cover hog and damnation.

Cover hog, alarms too early,
Drunken tears, being surly,
Simple dreams of being worldly,
Waking cold and being surly.

Dreams of someone with to argue,
Like those who love allows and can do,
Love strong so no gripe can subdue,
Cover hog I speak of you.

Love so drawn out it bent over time,
Expressions unmentioned till written in rhyme,
Cover hog cajoled in love sublime,
Season go, another year's bell toll and chime.

Happy memories of waking beside you still,
Warm connection when nights are chill,
Cover hog have you the will,
To laugh to cry to tremble and feel?

I was there and had never knew,
what joy it was to be with you,
never did I ever have to choose,
cover hog I was ever true.

Warm blankets wrapped in gentle sleep,
cold I lay, tired I weep,
no place to rest no bed so neat,
sans dream of cover hogs I keep.

Hearts In Foam

I remember,
a coffee shop,
a brief stop,
in Seattle.

Hearts in foam,
drawn then gone,
like love,
memories; but nothing to see.

Over Joy

I was overjoyed to be your man.
Felt such joy,
in just holding your hand.
Now I'm over joy,
again.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

Are you happy,
'cause when I hear from you,
you only seem angry,
I don't know what to do,
again.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

Don't want to exchange mad words anymore,
don't want to be sad anymore,
rather walk away,
than keep this game in play.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

Pick my words apart,
choose one that offends,
your words like poison darts,
poisoning the joy again.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

When you stop keeping tabs,
then you'll know how much I love you,
Throwing verbal jabs,
saying things untrue.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

You shut me down,
can't express what that did to me,
you shut me down,
you didn't believe in me.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

I got a signal,
on my phone,
but no signal,
that you're alone.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

Again, again, I'm over joy,
Didn't give up, still have love,
going to keep writing my story,
until overjoyed in love.

I was overjoyed,
gave you all my love,
now I'm over joy,
again.

A View From The River of Life

Outward expressions,
of inward transgressions,
for who am I,
but who you think I am?

Drifting on water,
away from the border,
of where earth and water meet,
drifting water,
or earth on spin,
are they different directions,
or the same my friend?

Care not for what you've had,
don't be sad.
Worry not for the river,
just be glad.

If not this river,
than another place,
if not this time,
then another space.

Don't be frightened,
if the mountains change,
far into the distance,
the view is the same.

Views I insist,
doesn't cease to exist,
but you only have memories,
when you drift away.

Who am I,
but some place and time?
And who were you,
to remember me?

Did the mountain remember your gaze?
Did you remember the sun's rays?
Did you remember my passing?
Did you remember the yesterdays?

Who are you,
but some place and time?
And who am I,
with only memories of you?

A Message

A message left,
but not returned,
friends forgot,
lovers spurned,
where two now cleft,
us now not,
bridges burned,
both bereft.

My Heart Upon Your Sleeve

I was feeling suicidal,
but only just a bit,
only wanted to kill myself a little,
so I thought I'd bleed; heart on my sleeve; this is it.

Don't want to belong to someone else,
thought I could belong to you,
so now I tell the world how I've felt,
and thought they felt it too.

so I thought I'd bleed; heart on your sleeve; this is it.

Better my diary,
left out for all to see,
than to wear,
my heart upon your sleeve.

so I thought I'd bleed; heart on your sleeve; this is it.

Tired of hinting at,
what you don't get,
going to put what i wrote,
into full effect.

Don't want to belong to someone else,
thought I could belong to you,
so now I tell the world how I've felt,
and thought they felt it too.

so I thought I'd bleed; heart on your sleeve; this is it.

Sorry I'm getting dizzy,
didn't mean to bleed on your sleeve,
just let me sit; down a bit,
rest and then I'll leave.

Now where are my belongings?
Oh I think I left them behind!
I seem to be somewhat dizzy,
I know I've lost my mind.

So I though I'd leave,
or was that bleed?
I can't find my heart,
behind your sleeves.

so I thought I'd bleed; heart on your sleeve; this is it.

Don't want to belong to someone else,
thought I could belong to you,
so now I tell the world how I've felt,
and thought they felt it too.

Slowly now,
I've lost too much,
I need a steady hand,
that'll support me.

When you saw blood,
You thought it was mine,
still beating heart,
but there isn't much time.

so I thought I'd bleed; heart on my sleeve; this is it.

Dumbass

I just want to know,
before I go,
are you happy?

I just want to know,
before I go,
and disappear.

Did you care?
Was love there?
Just want to know,
how you plan to live without me.

Just want to know,
because I don't know,
and so,
I ask you.

Just want to know,
how you forget me,
so easily?

WIP

When the horoscope,
seems to know,
more about my life,
than I do.

Walking in the snow,
cold lets you know,
you alone.

Breathing in the cold,
breathing alone,
alone I know.

When the horoscope,
seems to know,
more about my life,
than I do.

Seeing the old graduate,
makes me,
hopeful it isn't too late.

Unfocused purpose,
tell a man what his worth is,
how old are you now?

When the horoscope,
seems to know,
more about my life,
than I do.

When the horoscope,
seems to know,
more about my life,
than I do.

You know that classic stereotype,
yeah, if I'm guessing right,
you'd be the cute one.

The real attractive one,
that lives for fun,
and throws them away.

When the horoscope,
seems to know,
more about my life,
than I do.

And I'm heartbroken,
mourning for nothing,
nothing now.

Still time for me to educate,
and perhaps graduate,
learn from this.

When the horoscope,
seems to know,
more about my life,
than I do.

Don't want to work no more.
Don't want to get out of bed.
Don't need no horoscope.
Don't need to know.
No, no tomorrows today.
I know tomorrows' today.

Come Back

Don't ask me to turn around,
and come back,
when I just left,
and my eyes are still wet.

Don't need no witness,
to remind me of feelings,
I'm trying to repress.

I make it look easy I know,
smiling and hugs so,
you'll never know,
I miss you so.

So don't ask me,
to turn around,
I'm on my way,
away from you.

Excuses form,
I'm running late,
that'll do,
I've got a date,
perhaps I'll get a dig in too.

So don't ask me,
to turn around,
I'm on my way,
away from you.

Don't ask me to turn around,
and come back,
when I just left,
and my eyes are still wet.

When will he ask me,
to turn around,
and he'll come back,
to what he left,
and make me still,
and eyes still wet?

Try, try, try

Who am I to you?
And why does it matter?
Will I know the truth?
My soul is in tatters.

Don't play with me now.
How will you resolve,
the need to be plain,
and beg forgiveness?

What do you fear?
Be clear.
Stand and deliver.
Cry me a river.

What is the worse?
To suffer unknowing?
Its' raining men,
the tears are still flowing.

Little Known Fact

Little known fact,
I've got some news,
in case you didn't know,
Superman sleeps in the nude.

Man of steel,
likes the feel of silk,
terry-cloth robes,
and all that ilk.

Little know fact,
I've got some news,
in case you didn't know,
Superman sleeps in the nude.

Who'd of thought,
bullets bouncin' off,
he's such a softy
for something soft?

Little know fact,
I've got some news,
in case you didn't know,
Superman sleeps in the nude.

Hey, here's some news,
in case you didn't know,
he is just a dude,
who likes comfortable shoes.

Little know fact,
I've got some news,
in case you didn't know,
Superman sleeps in the nude.

The Same Way You Do

I want to kiss you,
want you to know.

Want to breathe you in,
and have you know.

Want to take your breath away,
I'll have you know.

Want to hold you down,
have my way with you,
the same way with you,
that you do.

Anvil

I guess that fantasy is getting old,
my mind believes but my body knows,
so keep my dreams sheltered from the cold,
a toast that my strength will hold

here here! drink up! be merry!
the time has come,
to forget and bury,
those silly ideas,
from a younger time,
age will temper,
the sharpest mind,
and bend the heart,
to its will,
more practical,
then hope, and still,
hope beats on,
strikes cold iron,
awaiting loves heat return,
lone sound rings out,
in a lone place,
no one else can hear,
tears,
falling like the hammer,
working to make,
something real,
out of will,
and still...

Again

There it is again,
the pain, the pain,
there, see it for yourself,
the same, the same,
there it is again,
that familiar feeling,
washing over me,
again.

Saw you run and hide,
saw you just the same,
Saw you anyway,
the shame, the shame,
there it is again,
that familiar feeling,
washing over me,
again, again.

guess you're better off,
not trying, letting go,
guess my head is soft,
trying, not letting go,
there it is again,
that familiar feeling,
something I'm not hearing,
visions without seeing,
again.

Random Acts Of Rhyming

My needs are simple,
not so my desires,
my will not so willing,
my hopes growing tired,
my dreams are grand,
my reality more mundane,
outlook optimistic,
poured from the bottle again,
I'm great, I'm fine,
in fact, never better,
just something in my eye,
I'm one of the unfettered,
don't need a thing,
happy as a lark,
alone in my bed,
the contrast stark.