(I Can't Live Another Day) Without You in Line by Me

(I Can't Live Another Day) Without You in Line by Me      Saturday, December 18, 2010

Please love me,

Please, I beg of you.

Please see me,

Please, don't reject me.

I don't know

If I can live without you.

I don't know

If I'll even care.

After all these years,

It's come to a head,

A time to make peace

And turn fear on its head.

And after all these years,

I can't live another day

Without you in line by me.

Please love me,

Please, I beg you.

Please see me,

Please, don't reject me.

I don't know

If I can live without you.

I don't know

If I'll even care.

Now is the time

For our two hearts

To conjoin as one,

Or be torn to tatters.

And now is the time,

I can't live another day

Without you in line by me.

Remember that night in Paris

Under the lights of the Champs-Elysees,

Where we made merry

And promised to never go away?

You said you had fallen hard for me.

Then, we parted; you said you had to think.

And it would be another month,

Until I could kiss your sweet lips again.

Please love me,

Please, I beg of you.

Please see me,

Please, don't reject me.

I don't know

If I can live without you.

I don't know

If I'll even care.

And now, you have returned State-side,

Hand-in-hand, we are one.

Lips locked, our hearts conjoined,

The butterflies sing a melody for two.

Sweet music, sunset, the preacher man,

And I think it's going to be alright,

For I have you on this journey to the sublime.

Song of the Broken Heart

Song of the Broken Heart                  December 30, 2010 

I tried to woo her heart,

I thought her love was free,

I saw the potential for a fire,

And then, it came down like rain...

Like rain.

Women are the devil's hosts,

Sirens of a black hearted soul,

And yet, they appear to be soulless,

So far as the eye can see...

Oh, woe be on to me.

I asked her out,

And like the last one, she's busy:

"Oh sorry, but I don't have time for you."

Haven't I heard this before?

Are all these bitches queer?

Yes, they are,

So, bend over, and take it like a man.

And as for my dream,

Instead of friend, I will be foe

To each and every woman in the fold...

And as for my hope

That I'll love a woman again...

That all died in 2003.

I'll never fall for your kind again.

I'll never make that mistake again,

Oh no, I won't; I mustn't.

It seems to me a sham

That to have heirs, we must replicate

With the likes of women in kind...

And yet, I'm expected to sing a lull-a-bye.

She

She                    December 24, 2010 

She walks like no other creature I know.

She talks in lingo forbidden in some lands.

She makes love like The Devil's heart from Hell.

She does all this, and oh, so much more.

She loves to whisper naughty nothings in my ear.

She makes siesta time X-rated in her zeal.

She sees the beauty in a beer that others don't.

She does all this, and oh, so much more.

She cracks the whip a lot when we're in bed.

She drags the "cat" out of the bag wet.

She likes it when a hot knife goes through her butter.

She likes these things, and oh, so much more.

She is pornographic, stratospheric,

Incongruous with just anyone;

She is like drinking on New Year's Eve,

Only every day.

She is all these things, and so much more;

She gives off vibes that make men melt.

One look from her, and you'll say, "She got me."

She's like this each and every single day.

Of Woman, of Man (Descending into Davy Jones' Locker)

Of Woman, of Man (Descending into Davy Jones' Locker)      January 24, 2011

Precious words float away upon the ocean currents.

Water chills my skin, icily, without purpose.

A woman, so beautiful, so lush, sails onto my island

Like a tsunami crashing into an oceanic land mass.

Oh, she is beautiful, too beautiful to be real,

And yet here she is, speaking to me, over me,

Riding my wave home with her two sails a-fluttering

From the gale force winds propelling her ship.

She is possessed like a heart from Hell,

Yet, she coyly pushes on like an "angelic vixen."

Eventually, my tides spike quite a fever,

Igniting sole purpose to make her rock harder,

Until the big wave comes and sinks the beauty,

And thus, you have the marriage of love:

Of woman, of man, descending into Davy Jones' Locker.

Dream

Dream                              January 24, 2011 

So long ago,

I was asleep,

Gently asleep.

Then I awakened

To find you here,

And I realized

All of this

Was a bad dream.

Love only comes

Once in a lifetime.

It speaks in its own

Language

That perpetuates

The human race.

God bless me this day.

God bless you,

Darling girl.

God bless me every day.

Through you,

He just saved my soul.

Through you,

I will dream a little easier

Tonight.

Hearts a-fire,

And a gentle mist,

Beware of mire,

Be not full of wist.

Heaven's grace,

And a Godly man's pose,

I sing onto you

A precious praise:

Lady Splendor,

Lady Love,

I need not speak

Of my dreams

From above.

You're the reason why

I dream well at night;

And, when you're not here,

For my nightmares.

Give me fantastic,

Give me love.

Give me all of that,

And your Heaven above.

Give me love,

Give me peace on Earth,

Give me high times,

And we'll take it slow times.

You're the best thing

I've ever had.

You're the best thing

I'll ever have.

Lull-a-bye Angel

Lull-a-bye Angel                        May 23, 2011

She's so lovely,

And I'm so lucky

To have her to hold and love.

She's like a drug

That never loses its high.

She's like a sweet lull-a-bye.

Lull-a-bye angel,

O' Heavenly sent,

Don't you ever leave me now.

My life was lost

Until you found me,

And now, it's a song,

Oh Lull-a-bye eyes.

I never felt comfortable

The way I do now,

Nor did I know what is life.

I lived in darkness,

A life with insanities,

Til you came along,

Sweet Lull-a-bye.

Lull-a-bye angel,

O' Heavenly sent,

Don't you ever leave me now.

My life was lost

Until you found me,

And now, it's a song

O' Lull-a-bye eyes.

Listen, my darling.

Do you hear the harp strumming?

Do you hear the piper and his tunes?

For if you do,

I'll know it to be true,

For my Lull-a-bye dream's come true.

Lull-a-bye angel,

O' Heavenly sent,

Don't you ever leave me now.

My life was lost

Until you found me,

And now, it's a song

O' Lull-a-bye eyes.

The Story of the Day

The Story of the Day                            May 3, 2011

Walking an Earth whose strength

Is based upon feeble rodents running

On a perpetuating fuel of happiness and despair,

Norm walks from lush, watercolor green grass

Inseminated by the rainy sperm from the sky

To a land scaled in the kind

Of dry cracks one can and most likely

Would associate with the rigor mortis of nature.

Sex sells like hotcakes with sausage at Mickey D's,

And the morning paper shows London Hyatt

With her latest conquest,

An old flame of Leslie Highman's

By the name of Peter S. Long.

It is the story of the day,

And cannot be discounted as an understatement.

Reading Scripture tells me nothing

Other than not to eat the soup du jour.

I see spires everywhere I look,

Spires as far as my weak eye can see -

Spires rising high at Mass,

Reaching for the sky,

Creating some dark flesh-like desires

One cannot readily discount as being a "no."

Then the guy down the pew from me vapor-locks

And is thus deceased...he saw his spire erupt.

And the penguins rush the floor,

Chanting Christ knows what,

And in utter amusement, I laugh,

Not just because it was within a moment of sheer mirth,

But because I always get the final say as the advocate,

And you may quote me forever more.

Howling Banshees

Howling Banshees                                   April 23, 2011

Walking along the mountain highs,

The brisk easterly winds blow,

Calling me, screaming like banshees,

That one day, one day soon,

I will most assuredly die.

The wick of my lantern burns out;

It is dark, and I "breathe in the night."

The night...ah yes.  The symbol of death.

The symbol of finality.

We drink until we drop over

From sheer stupidity.

At least that's what I'm doing.

I'm pretty damn numb right now.

I am not compelled to return to the homestead.

No.  Instead, I remain in the cool night air,

Where those banshees howl and howl,

Causing me to unfurl in their cross hairs

Like that wick in the lantern,

Or, more appropriately,

Like one of those Turkish things,

You know, the whirling dervish?

I can barely stand.

I hike further up the mountain.

The banshee winds call me louder.

At the top is Widow's Peak.

I hear bagpipes and an Irish harp

Playing in dueling fashion in the distance.

I still have that lantern,

And it still has its oil.

It isn't soap, but it will do.

Time for a quick bath. Ah!

And that will do the trick.

The match lights up;

Thy flames are quick to engulf me!

Thus, I will take flight

As a crashing firebird in the night.

1989

1989                             April 23, 2011

I see all those token wells,

Wells where we drop coins and shit,

And I have to wonder, "What if?"

I want more, more love,

More money, to live on a rocket,

To live without shame.

I want this and I want that,

For that Goddamn monkey

To jump off my fucking back.

This day is not 1989,

Not any way, not now, not no how.

But how can I live such a life

And expect to revert back

To those golden olden times,

Times when I hadn't a clue,

And times that weren't so blue?

Those times were rapturous,

Without desires of flesh,

Sans bigotry or hate.

The Eastern Bloc died in 1989.

Won't grown ambitions

Do the same for me?

I get a-rattled every time I think,

And I get a-rattled every time I sink.

Seems as if there's no happy medium

For me to be between.

I'm just a jealous guy, my man.

I'm just a jealous guy, I tell you,

Because of that 1989,

Because of that year of wonders,

Because I "woke the fuck up,"

And you just think that now,

I'm an even bigger child than before.

Hitchhiking

Hitchhiking                               May 27, 2011

Hitchhiking out to the West Coast,

I see you haven't changed in 20 damn years.

Oh, I remember the time

When you struck my fancy,

But then, where was the fun in all of that?

And so I walk on, perpetually,

Looking for my big pay day,

Looking for direction

From all this pomp and circumstance B.S.

And so I walk on, perpetually,

Looking for my big pay day,

Looking for redemption

From all I've done insane.

Girl, you don't know your weight in gold

Until you quit soliciting along the street corner,

That time of everyday, you know,

When you out and out sin?

Oh, you'll just do it again and again....

And so I walk on, perpetually,

Looking for my big pay day,

Looking for direction

From all this pomp and circumstance B.S.

And so I walk on, perpetually,

Looking for my big pay day,

Looking for redemption

From all I've done insane.

And friend, you're still peddlin' reefer

As if it were still 1999,

Just getting by on cheap tricks

And cheap, faux wine.

You're bound and determined to relive old kicks.

And so I walk on, perpetually,

Looking for my big pay day,

Looking for direction

From all the pomp and circumstance B.S.

And so I walk on, perpetually,

Looking for my big pay day,

Looking for redemption

From all I've done insane.

To My New Found Love

To My New Found Love                      October 28, 2011

To my new found love,

I bid thee well -

A future full of smiles

And laughter in your midst.

To my new found love,

I only know you now.

You are so beautiful,

And I cannot believe

You are mine.

I wish I had known you

Before right now,

Back when God gave me

Such pains.

I wish I could reverse

The sands in the hour glass,

To reverse the curse

That time forgot to reveal....

To my new found love,

You own my heart.

You carry the knife

To either mold me or kill.

To my new found love,

When I'm old and gray,

I'll only be as feeble

As your proximity entails.

A blackened heart comes to life

Because of you.

A soul ignites and flourishes

From coldest night to daylight blue.

Oh love!  How can I express

What amorous tempest rumbles inside

For you?

If only you pity me;

I cannot hide my love anymore!

To my new found love,

The Father's gifted package.

I cannot despair anymore,

And I open the gift to behold.

To my new found love,

Death and taxes may be sure,

But I am willing to bet

Our love is set

For the many millennia to come.

Sweet Joslyn

Sweet Joslyn                     July 11, 2011

Your sweet lips

And graceful hips

Make me hold sway.

Your seductive eyes

As blue as the skies

Cast a spell forever and a day.

And your weary sigh

After a long day's night

Makes me shake and quiver.

Your long black hair

And your seductive stare

Make me explode, flow, and simmer.

Sweet Joslyn!

You control me under your spell.

Sweet Joslyn!

You must do this to every male.

Sweet Joslyn!

You've got me plugged into your outlet.

Sweet Joslyn!

I'm launching like a jet.

Your wicked words

And your feet, like birds,

Massage the trunk of this tree,

And when you claw my back

While we're in the sack

Makes all so clear to see.

Sweet Joslyn!

You control me under your spell.

Sweet Joslyn!

You must do this to every male.

Sweet Joslyn!

You've got me plugged into your outlet.

Sweet Joslyn!

I'm launching like a jet.

So Long As I Have You

                     So Long As I Have You                         July 27, 2011                    

I hardly know you,

And yet it seems

So long ago when we met.

When we crossed that bridge

Called Lover's Lane,

Two souls conjoined as one.

I don't care about

The rest of the world.

I don't care about this or that.

I don't care if the world is flat,

So long as I have you.

Now I can't tell the night from day

Now that you're by my side.

I can't tell you how the West was won

Other than we're two souls conjoined as one.

And now I digress to thee,

For you will get all my love from me

From now until well past two,

So long as I have you.

And the birds, the bees, the butterflies

Make me think it's going to be alright.

And the full moon caressing the midnight skies

And we make love beneath the stars.

You're my Southern pixie dancing in the shade

Of a Spanish moss tree during summer.

I'll be happy in life...so very happy in life

So long as I have you.

Raw Love

Raw Love                            July 27, 2011

Raw Love,

Red blooded, carcinogenic in nature,

A near fatal dose of reality

Meant to implode the mind

Into her trap.

Oh, she doesn't tell you her intentions,

But they are there,

Waiting to eat you alive.

Love creates lust,

And thus, creates life.

Life is the coefficient of this domino theory,

And we make out like rotten school children,

Laughing at its Bessemer-like process.

The muses are all around us.

We just can't get away from them.

Choose your day you'll come here,

For that time has come again.

Choose the day, choose the sound of your day,

Choose how the sun shall rise and set,

How the moon will roll the tide

Over your bodies

As you caress each other

In - dare I say it? - Love's warm embrace.

The spirit surrounds us....