Sunday, October 20, 2013

invasion

a simple invasion
a way though to a new nation
you would see the look in my eyes
the distant gaze
how each time you hurt me
a little more faded
the dim light that soon
with my... completely was eradicated

it's no wonder we were doomed
still something in me bloomed
the darkness the hope
the drinks the dope
the songs that spoke
of the end of times to come

rode this retrograde
into the ground
the perfection I told you
could not be found
is gone gone gone
but nothing is wrong

you have the world at hand
and and and
it is a simple gesture away
no worries
you don't have to
have to ask me to stay

Friday, October 4, 2013

how

through it all
rise and fall
what I know
they see it now what I do
who I am what I say
talk too much every day
how I speak
my hips they sway
when I peak
make you move
this is how I love
this little dove
sweet sweet fools
as below me so I do
from above
I can hear you
my ears are ringing
as we are swimming
in the ether
try as you might to forget
if you do in time you will regret
and come back for another
memory memory a space
a place that can not erase
how I love
this is how I love
my sweet sweet dove
how I love
this is how I love
who I am what I say
talk too much every day
how I speak
my hips they sway
when I peak
make you move
this is how I love
this little dove
from so high above


Thursday, October 3, 2013

double zero

always need to keep myself in line
so random things... dare not ask to be defined
not while waiting for the sutured sky to fall
can not help again to want it All as one and all in all
wish away these adolescent swimming rhymes
songs in mind from a history of fallen times
stop.  go on.  like.  to know.  nothing.  more.
keep this.  after.  I go.  need.  no less.  than I.  did before.

tick tock all the clocks stop.  one two three... like that time...
the tune in June.  that high in July.  past the wall that fall.
but in the end I liked it All.
time slows time sways... light swells light stays.

plain to see is easy to be
few belongings scattered about me
all of these I can freely let go
each problem answered in double zero
patient but distracted I go through the day
bated - a pause to then explore but what will I say
stop.  go on.  like.  to know.  nothing.  more.
keep this.  after.  I go.  need.  no less.  than I.  did before.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

bent

I feel like I'm falling
wish that I was drowning
keep on going under
gasping for another
breath that keeps me going
long for an eternal slumber
why do I still fight this
need to lose your number
we were never a match
clinging to illusions
hope gives way to detach
wish I knew what it meant
how can I learn this lesson
my heart never breaks but it's bent


Saturday, September 28, 2013

not schadenfreude

I know you think, I think the worst-
but all hope I have, is for you first.
And when misfortune comes to your dismay;
I'd rather there was a different way.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

tale

the tell of your tale
is always a bill of sale
under the tuck of your tail
once lived my endless fail
but I won't derail
I won't derail
I'll just set sail
I will set sail

this tête–à–tête
always tit for tat
fighting brats
comparing misogynistic acts
this absurd indignation 
for an alleged equivalent retaliation
how can I not fight back
over promises that consistently retract

the tell of your tale
is always a bill of sale
under the tuck of your tail
once lived my endless fail
but I won't derail
I won't derail
I'll just set sail
I will set sail

Sunday, August 18, 2013

cool

this has me turned around
always getting lost to be found
listening to the same song
the waters have been rising for so long
and no one can ever hold me down
I keep swimming though I'd rather drown

and what I find so curious
is why you turn my kindness injurious
but let others lie to bury us
then you wonder why I'm furious

and your friends think I'm a fool
cause you always come off oh so cool
but in this epic duel
remember I was never cruel
since for you there is no rule
use my compass I'm your broken tool

and what I find so strange
are these postures you arrange
you let them think I'm the one deranged
when you swore you wanted change

they say, 'why is she in tow?,
see how she stumbles there below!'
it won't matter what they know
it's you that needs to grow
and these gifts that I bestow
are what you'll need to let me go

December 2011