petri dish

I wonder if we were ameba,
How we'd travel in a dish,
I wonder if we were so simple,
What we'd seek, who'd we'd kiss.

Consume until we conquer,
Consume until we divide,
Consume what the gods have gave us,
Examining us on the slide.

Do they view us as we do ourselves?
Do we know they exist?
Observations through a scope,
Do ameba kiss?

Do we surround to love,
Or is our love consumption?
Or do we touch and become aware,
Of another's desires and functions?

Are we the ameba,
Or in lab coats?
Is love being observed,
Or only experienced?

Unaware of what we are,
Are the answers,
As important,
As our experience?

Odds Are

So what gets me,
isn't that you find me attractive,
and place kisses upon me

It is that we,
no longer desire,
kisses from anyone but us.

No casual sighting,
or furtive glance,
would put you at odds,
with me knowing,
I was first.

Never to be thrown aside,
for something better,
or to feel like,
I was something less.

1:51

One fifty one
time changes now
no more ticking of the clock
electrons dance
and i measure
time in visuals
when sounds have halted

Another minute done
time changes now
is even tick? Is odd tock?
take a chance
and in feathers
time individual
when thoughts have halted

pollen

How long did I wait,
for you to bloom,
when did the first,
buds grow?

Did the florist,
gather the buds,
hungrily lusting,
for the flower?

Or was the wisdom,
of waiting,
of knowing,
what was to come,
the building of joy,
in certain knowledge,
beauty contained,
for all to not see,
to busy,
with the forest?

I smelled the tell tale signs,
before I could see,
drawn to the new beauty of it all.

Now - late in season,
beauty gone to seed,
I smelled the musty wind,
of love's spoiled beauty.

Still,
seasons come,
and we may witness,
the seeds we left,
may yet need,
solitude,
to start again.

How old do they feel?
The ones knowing,
of the seeds before them?
How young,
the ones unaware,
they are seeds?
How comforted,
the ones that know,
seeds after them?

How long,
did will you wait,
for winter's passage?

Realize

Did you realize,
that these memories,
of another life,
of the things,
and places,
not here,
but there,
anywhere,
but here,
dreamed,
never had,
not here,
imagined places,
no one else lived,
for you did not make them,
those memories,
unrealized.

Looking

Looking,
out the window of a hotel bedroom again,
not some song,
but reality.

Looking,
outside myself again,
not the same person,
in reality.

Looking,
outside in,
at grace, at sin,
stark reality.

Looking,
for where you've been,
if time might mend,
scars inside of me.

Looking,
a watchers end,
writings I never send,
no words for thee.

Space

All this time,
and your imagination,
holds you more firmly down,
than gravity.

You imagining your fears,
not the possibility,
not the possible fantasy,
of finding another world together.

It could all be true,
and the dark unknown,
and the fear of not knowing,
keeps you from me.

If I were color,
I'd be sun fiery red,
the color of passion,
like when we are in bed,

and yet,

I wonder,
if suns shine,
and no one is there to see it,
do they?

Youandme

You didn't have to be lonely last night,
you didn't have to be anything,
you just had to be,
yourself,
you,
me,
myself,
me just there,
my feelings if it meant anything,
ours, mine and yours, shared last night.

Time flies

The whose,
and the whys,
and tha,
..., ...;

Tha food,
and the flies,
and tha,
..., ...;

Tha dudes,
and the lies,
and tha,
huh, uhuh;

Too much damn integrity,
no morals when in bed with me,
something someone said to me,
and tha,
and tha;

Loosing comprehension,
staring at gas colors,
on water's tension,
where the fuck,
did all the time go?

Now back to reality,
is it real - whats' inside of me?
Or did it die with you,
so long ago?

Past

And the time,
we were away,
a time of we,
was the time,
jokingly,
my heart thrown aside,
for a glance,
a crotch,
told me all,
about where I sat,
about our time together,
about what mattered.

Years past,
and even now,
something,
no note to you,
pulls down my heart.

And the pictures,
where is the proof,
you ever laid your arms upon me,
what suggested,
to anyone,
you wished to keep me near?

The only proof,
I have,
is the weight,
of my heart.

Flirt

When strangers grace you with poetry,
when a smile begins to bloom,
how can you not be uplifted,
and float upon the reflective waters,
playful in the surf of words?

What friend's eyes,
that tied to the heart,
employing lust and infatuation,
leads us to discover?

Hmm

Change of pace:

Devil's Done

The devil's done sold the secret to seduction,
behind showcases of glass and lights,
that chip on your shoulder might be your handbag,
but don't you look good going out at night.

You know it looks good,
so it must be good,
no mistaking quality when you see it.

You know it looks good,
so it must be good,
your soul waiting for the coin to free it.

Those boots were designed for walking,
on the backs of the poor,
what a shame when they reach out to you for comfort,
you can't see - blinded by lust's allure

You know it looks good,
so it must be good,
no mistaking quality when you see it.

You know it looks good,
so it must be good,
your soul waiting for the coin to free it.

The devil's done sold the recipe to seduction,
to feed our hunger's hungry need,
no time to judge what we've made,
even the devil himself has to feed.

That Day

Because a man,
was afraid of another man,
he left him behind,
not hearing what he had to say,
he lost his wallet that day.

Because a man,
was afraid of another man,
he left him behind,
not hearing what he had to say,
he lost his love that day.

Because a man,
was afraid,
him was he,
not hearing himself,
he lost himself that day.

Because a man,
was afraid of the unknown,
he kept to himself,
knowing hell on earth,
he lost his soul that day.

Because a man,
was afraid of fear,
he gave up freedom,
for safety,
he lost his way that day.

What To Do?

What to do what to do,
when the sheets,
they still smell like you do?

And now,
when I realize,
the days have turned too.
...
years,
sitting looking out the window,
where did the time go.
...
fears,
keeping me inside, yo,
wondering where did the time go.

What to do what to do,
when the pillow,
it still smells like you do?

I know,
clean smelling and still sweaty,
smell of you full and heady.
...
Unknown,
if you even think the same,
view my lusts with disdain.
...
Unforgiven,
I asked and you said yes,
what's left I can't guess.

What to do what to do,
when the past,
it still reminds me of you?

I Never

I never asked you if you loved me,
because I was afraid you'd run away.
I never asked you if you stay with me,
because I never found a way,
to trust you more,
than I trust in fear,
too late to look for more,
now that you're not here.

Ohoh I-e-eye,
saw right through you.
Ohoh I-e-eye,
never knew what to do.

I never know when,
I'm going to do it again.
You never new when,
a little loss was a gain,
to trust you more,
than I trusted fear,
too late to look,
knowing you're not here.

Ohoh I-e-eye,
saw right to you.
Ohoh I-e-eye,
believe you were true.

Ohoh I--eye Never,
no, never, never,
I-e-eye never,
tru-ly be-leiveevd.

Better now that I can,
exist in denial.
Better that then always,
heeding your heartfelt guile,
to trust you more,
than you trusted your self,
to lust once more,
and again hate myself.

Oh-oh I-e-eye-ee,
never believed in fairy tales,
but I-e-eye-ee,
dreamed you'd fight for me,
tooth and nail,
oh-oh Eye-EE,
never knew that I needed you,
and Eye-ee, ne-eh-ver...

Lone Lie Ness

Lone-ly-ness

Spending time, in the company of stra-ang-gers

Lone-ly-ness

So detached, that you never see the dang-gers

Lone-ly-ness
Hmm uhm hmm hmmum

Lone-lyn-ness

You know it doesn't have to be this way-a-ay

Truth-ful-ness

Lying to yourself, just waiting for the day-a-ay

Self-ish-ness

What you want, what you need, can sometimes be the sa-ay-ame



Could of been, that you were simply wasting ti-igh-ime

Lone-lyn-ness

'cept you know, that you've caught yourself a'lie-ing

Lone-ly-ness

when alone, and the feel-lings make you cry-and

Lone-ly-ness
Hmm uhm hmm hmmum

Lone-lyn-ness

You know it doesn't have to be this way-a-ay

Truth-ful-ness

Lying to yourself, just waiting for the day-a-ay

Self-ish-ness

What you want, what you need, can sometimes be the sa-ay-ame



Now ya' think, on the time before to-day-ay-hay

Lone-lyn-ness
Hmm uhm hmm hmmum

Oppor-tunites lost-, things you wish you'd have say-a-ay'd

Lone-lyn-ness
Hmm uhm hmm hmmum

Lone-lyn-ness

You know it doesn't have to be this way-a-ay

Truth-ful-ness

Lying to yourself, just waiting for the day-a-ay

Self-ish-ness

What you want, what you need, can sometimes be the sa-ay-ame

Lone-lyn-ness

You know it doesn't have to be this way-a-ay

Truth-ful-ness

Lying to yourself, just waiting for the day-a-ay

Self-ish-ness

What you want, what you need, can sometimes be the sa-ay-ame

Innocence & Dreams

You were beautiful,
and the little things we shared,
now litter your life,
waiting to cleaned and organized,
into the new you,
the new place,
a place free of clutter,
free of memories.

Boxes,
littered with time and events,
one or two things of value,
kept just in case,
memory fails to serve.

The stars sat above and watched,
watched as you did the things you did,
noted how it was,
staring unnoticed, without comment,
still shedding a faint light,
for those who take the time,
let the mind and heart adjust,
to their reflections.

And my heart wished it was there,
there in the sky,
watching you, over you,
with cold dispassionate interest.

Lest it be said,
the cold darkness of space,
holds no emotion, holds only stark truth,
I remind you we stars,
we are suns,
burning with fire,
the stuff of innocence and dreams.

Sin City

Lovers without love,
crawling about,
staying near the shadows
of denial.

Running from sight,
from obligation,
from admission,
of their presence.

Looking for sustenance,
feeding on the leftovers,
crumbs of souls,
no longer of interest.

The Hook Up

Is this what it felt like being penetrated,
enduring until my lust was sated,
receiving definitely overrated,
better to give than to receive.

Stranger gone and now self is hated,
If lust was gone I could have waited,
Thoughts of lover's love now abated,
Satisfied now when they leave.

When the hunt begins the loins elated,
Craving mind until body mated,
Surely this isn't what love's fate is,
If only you were to believe.