Sunday, June 28, 2009

My Favorite Picture of You...

My screen saver was scrolling through my photos one day,
And as I looked up it came across my favorite picture of you

Your hair isn’t done
Your make up is half on
You’re dressed down
You aren’t even smiling
The photographer didn’t use flash, so it’s a little dim
And his hands are shaky, so it’s a tad blurry
It’s at a bad angle, and you have red eye

But I am in it too...
That's why my favorite picture of you is one of us.
Because that’s how I think about you
That’s how I still feel about you

May favorite picture of you…is we.
Because that’s they only place we exist.


Friday, June 26, 2009

Us Poem

This isn’t a love poem, it’s an US poem

Why write about something intangible

Indefinable, Incomprehensible

Unmanageable, unreliable?


No, I scribe scripts of surety, of purity

Dreams are deferrable

But reality is occurable

Occurred and Occurring-Reassuring

“What is” is great!

“That what may be” is not will


When you touch me

My hair levitates, goosebumps knot

And nerve endings fire like Black Cats


When you call my name

My ears while ringing, are soothed,

Heart accelerates

Perspire, yet inspired

It’s like you and my heart conspire


And when you smile at me….Girl when you smile at me!

Please smile at me?

I want to feel what I can’t explain


But this isn’t a poem about love

It’s a poem about US.


Our successes, our failures

Our history, our present

Our fights, our discoveries

Our kisses, our hugs



I am not in love with you…

But I am absolutely, head over heels, crazy about US!



Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Sing, Dance, Love

Love sings...
Sometimes it crescendos
Running through the scales
Leaping octaves
Sometimes shrilling
Always thrilling
Wish it was legato
Hate the rest, but need the breaths
Keeps me high as sopranos and deep as bass
Maybe acapella but always accompanied

Love dances...
The physical manifestation of elation
The ballet that tap dances my heart rate
My mind waltzes while my feet tango
Tangled in the inescapable mambo of miracle
It breakdances my fears
Giving me the swagger to surf
Always feeling dougie fresh
Like the first time, never rusty, always cranked
Some it shimmys, some it trains, but my love hops
Soaring towards my star, you

Sing, Dance, Love
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Sunday, June 14, 2009

I'm So

I’m So…

I’m sooooo hungry
But I don’t wan to get up
The fridge is too far
And there is nothing to microwave
Plus Family Guy is on – I LOVE STEWIE!
But I’m soooo damn hungry

I’m sooooo thirsty
But I don’t want to get up
The fridge is too far
And we only have tap water
Plus it’s the episode when Stewie beats up Brian
But I’m sooooo damn thirsty

I’m soooo tired
But I don’t want to go to sleep
The bed is too far
And I might miss something
Here it comes “Where’s My Money Man?”
But I’m soooo damn tired

I’m soooo hungry and the fridge is full
I’m soooo thirsty and the ice is cold
I’m soooo sleepy and I’m laying on the couch

But I’m soooo lazy…

Inspired by Bob Marley - "In an abundance, the fool is thirsty"
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

The Last Parade

It rained all night
Dreaming, seemingly even bringing rocks to life
The clouds have eclipsed the sun, fogs everywhere
Inviting me, enticing me, to return to the air
But it’ll be stayed, because today is my day
Family united, with frowns upon their face
Even though I’m in the shade
I’m still here don’t be afraid
It’s my last parade

The tear stained trail behind, the sunlit path ahead
Nothings guaranteed
Hopes on the horizon, faith guides my feet
Life is what leads
No matter the confetti of cries,
No balloons of sadness will eclipse the skies
The memories will entertain us
The memories will sustain us
The memories will not constrain us
The memories contain the
Laughter, smiles, keys to keep on keeping on
Keep your head high, don’t weep on see the sun
My paths already paved, the route of my last parade

The procession proceeds
A collection of leaves
Though tattered, though scattered, they matter
Even without a connection to trees
On my erection it reads...both my birth dates
Last one’s bigger, reason why we here in the first place
Worst case scenario-No heaven, No worries
There is still life after, I’m not buried
Not in the photos, assets or accomplishments
In the hearts, heads and accomplishments
Of those I helped, facilitated or inspired
The wingless phoenix, comes back in the fire
Of those who eyes I stirred up ire
The casket can no longer be stayed
For I have already been prayed
I have been lifted, now lowered, yet I’m unafraid
of the end of my last parade…

Inspired by Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day