Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Some things happen

I could tell you stories, of princes meeting the perfect woman and having a white wedding
I can tell you about the birds and the bees
I can draw you figures that would make you smile
but I can never show you what you love
and I can't choose them either
but I can tell when some things happen;
everything makes sense.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Whiskey dreams

Tranquil
never speaks back or critisizes you
it sits in a cup watching intently
pick it up; a staring contest
the sip is strong but warm like an embrace
throw the glass and it all splatters
liquid love is no more
shiny glass watchin you now
pity the heart that wishes for whiskey dreams.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Lit candles

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Fire burns, and thoughts sting; penatrating the only air you got left and then silence, but the fire keeps burning.
Black tuxedos and white dresses; a veil she barely deserves cause there is nothing left to hide; he "knows it all"
visions blurry but with adjustments we can see the ring marks but no ring; not one of two.
Phone calls steady but not correct and it still continues to be "ok"
patiently waiting and the fire still burns
the thoughts sting harder when the fire means everything; feeling each burn harder with every word
hot candle wax dripping on the sides and the inside still burning but yet; solid
can't get through; cause I deserve that veil on my face.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Split

Drip •• drop
jumbled brain and somber soul
speak with meaning but mean a whole new meaning
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slip •• trip
walk the distance
embrace what could be yours and smile brightly at the scenery
the sun shines bright even when it's spliting
even the moon makes you gasp when it's half there.
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waltz •• halt
mirrors only show you so much
creativity stands grounds even earthquakes can't shake
and suddenly waking up splits your dreams
but faith splits those pestering wakes of a jumbled brain and somber soul.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Al naturale'

Blank slate sitting by a windowsill, look closely and see your young self.
All pure and innocent as intended by a powerful source; everything is alright now.
Watch the smiles and the glimmer in your eyes; watch happiness in simplistic forms
traits so real and original with painted glory in every blink
what makes you special is what has always been natural.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

LIFE

Silly game with no rules
the only limitations there are the ones created by each one of us
I moved my piece and rolled my dice
now to watch the result
I flip the cards and get a " two moves back"
and I hesitate but do it anyways.
Keep rolling till the last roll;
cause now it's your turn once more.