Candle lights burn
She moves closer
He is not shy normally, but she makes him tremble like a little kid on his first day of school.
It's understood in his mind that this is the night.
This night he will steal a sweet kiss from her lips.
He looks at her. Her face glimmers in the light. Her lips look so appetizing. He knows he will soon be judged by this action.
She talks and talks but all of her words sound like music in the night.
He counts down the seconds before his move. 3 2 1 he things. He reaches over and pulls her close.
Before she can even move, his lips convince hers to dance. Her talking stops.
His lips slowly embrace hers. He takes his hand and slowly touches her cheek.
God she is so beautiful he thinks to himself. She pauses and smiles as he pulls away.
Her eyes light up and smiles with a grin.
She is silent but her face says a thousand words.
She reaches out her hands and grabs him, pulling him closer as if not to allow him to escape her web. The lights dim like the end of a movie. Nothing more to see here folks, its time to go home.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
GROWING OLD TOGETHER
She sits by his side looking out the window. Sounds of machines playing god. She runs her hands through his gray hair. She wonders why he has to leave with out her. She can not see herself with out his soul snug next to hers on those cold dark and rainy nights. It’s been a long life together, a good life. How many can say they died in bed while holding the hand of the love of their life.
She met him in her 20's. It was love at first site. While all of her friends moved from person to person searching for their soul mate, their lobster, she knew she had found him when he greeted her with that smug smile on that first date. "How could one be so lucky" she thought?
While the night is filled with sadness it is also filled with happiness for the joy he has brought her over the years. She squeezes his hand. He squeezes hers. His eyes open just enough to get a last look at his love. He can not talk but she knows what he is thinking. He is saying thank you my dear. Thank you for being there for me all of these years. Like a World War II love poem she can see it in his eyes. The machines start to yell. They are not happy. But she smiles as she knows he is no longer in pain.
"The pain is gone now my dear. I will never forget you and I will join you some day soon"
She met him in her 20's. It was love at first site. While all of her friends moved from person to person searching for their soul mate, their lobster, she knew she had found him when he greeted her with that smug smile on that first date. "How could one be so lucky" she thought?
While the night is filled with sadness it is also filled with happiness for the joy he has brought her over the years. She squeezes his hand. He squeezes hers. His eyes open just enough to get a last look at his love. He can not talk but she knows what he is thinking. He is saying thank you my dear. Thank you for being there for me all of these years. Like a World War II love poem she can see it in his eyes. The machines start to yell. They are not happy. But she smiles as she knows he is no longer in pain.
"The pain is gone now my dear. I will never forget you and I will join you some day soon"
Sunday, October 12, 2008
COLORS OF A NIGHT
Green and Yellow is what you see, flickering candles light the club.
I can love, but I am scared to be loved back
Slow sounds of jazz in the distance.
There is a show tonight a performance of life.
Sitting there watching, in the distance, with smirks on there faces.
Actors in the movie called life. Pretending like nothing matters.
Red and white is the flavor of the night. Oh how it wets your palettes of desire.
The Jazz get louder. You pour some more wine.
You grab your wine with your red lips tasting it down, pushing it deeper into you, knowing it will change how you think and and feel.
Black and White is the talk of politics that no one really wants to share.
We all pretend our souls are immortal but we know deep inside they grow tired with age.
What is right for someone is not right for others.
Blue and Turquoise is the color of her eyes. You look deep into them but it scares you because you see yourself.
Shades of you are all of the colors you feel inside. Greed, lust, happiness, shame, and honesty, can the human spirit be more beautiful?
I can love, but I am scared to be loved back
Slow sounds of jazz in the distance.
There is a show tonight a performance of life.
Sitting there watching, in the distance, with smirks on there faces.
Actors in the movie called life. Pretending like nothing matters.
Red and white is the flavor of the night. Oh how it wets your palettes of desire.
The Jazz get louder. You pour some more wine.
You grab your wine with your red lips tasting it down, pushing it deeper into you, knowing it will change how you think and and feel.
Black and White is the talk of politics that no one really wants to share.
We all pretend our souls are immortal but we know deep inside they grow tired with age.
What is right for someone is not right for others.
Blue and Turquoise is the color of her eyes. You look deep into them but it scares you because you see yourself.
Shades of you are all of the colors you feel inside. Greed, lust, happiness, shame, and honesty, can the human spirit be more beautiful?
Friday, September 12, 2008
FRIDAY NIGHT DRINKS AND DANCE
Walk up to through the line.
almost to the front door, its cold out side.
Nod from the big guy who stands tall.
you are accepted for entry
walk into the hall. This is where it all happens. That place where you can lose yourself, a melding of your mind with music lights and people all in one place and in one time.
Walk up to the bar. That oh so familiar spell of gin and tonic bruises your senses. You swallow it down. Its a chance to forget things for a minute or maybe a second at least. He used to drink beer but this stuff works much faster.
Glance from across the room.
blurred lights of blue and red splash on the walls like a full moon gone crazy with colors.
She smirks at you.
Her lips awash in red. Her eyes stair at you like she can see right through your soul.
You are shy but play it off like you have the moves.
I mean its whats expected of you or if not can you call your self a man.
You walk closer to her. She looks away like she does not notice you giving her attention. Attention she so wants and desires. You put your hands on her waist. Dancing to that new summer hit that is all the rage from LA to New York.
The lights blur more. Things move in slow motion. Sounds blasting your ears like an old speaker in the faded distance.
You pull her closer. Grabbing her ever so tightly. She does not pull away and shivers in your arms. The dances go on and on. This is what we call fun in our modern world. Cities built up higher and higher into the heavenly sky.
Time has gone by so fast. You lose her in the crowds. Where did she go. Was she only a dream. Was this night even real?
The drinks start to wear off. You crawl back to where you came from one step at a time, pulling your self across the street with only your arms.
What a cruel and exciting world this is. She is etched into your mind like a happy but sad dream. Did we really dance all night. Was she even real. You stop and stare into the sky. The stars are incredible. Why do they not look like this on a normal night.
You fall asleep into the night. Smile on your face. It was a good night or so it seems.
almost to the front door, its cold out side.
Nod from the big guy who stands tall.
you are accepted for entry
walk into the hall. This is where it all happens. That place where you can lose yourself, a melding of your mind with music lights and people all in one place and in one time.
Walk up to the bar. That oh so familiar spell of gin and tonic bruises your senses. You swallow it down. Its a chance to forget things for a minute or maybe a second at least. He used to drink beer but this stuff works much faster.
Glance from across the room.
blurred lights of blue and red splash on the walls like a full moon gone crazy with colors.
She smirks at you.
Her lips awash in red. Her eyes stair at you like she can see right through your soul.
You are shy but play it off like you have the moves.
I mean its whats expected of you or if not can you call your self a man.
You walk closer to her. She looks away like she does not notice you giving her attention. Attention she so wants and desires. You put your hands on her waist. Dancing to that new summer hit that is all the rage from LA to New York.
The lights blur more. Things move in slow motion. Sounds blasting your ears like an old speaker in the faded distance.
You pull her closer. Grabbing her ever so tightly. She does not pull away and shivers in your arms. The dances go on and on. This is what we call fun in our modern world. Cities built up higher and higher into the heavenly sky.
Time has gone by so fast. You lose her in the crowds. Where did she go. Was she only a dream. Was this night even real?
The drinks start to wear off. You crawl back to where you came from one step at a time, pulling your self across the street with only your arms.
What a cruel and exciting world this is. She is etched into your mind like a happy but sad dream. Did we really dance all night. Was she even real. You stop and stare into the sky. The stars are incredible. Why do they not look like this on a normal night.
You fall asleep into the night. Smile on your face. It was a good night or so it seems.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
BRICK HOUSE
Here I am, alone in my mind.
Soft sounds of music in my head.
Ear phones plugged in.
The slow drum of the train melts in my mind; I watch little brick houses pass by me like a music video.
So much to think about; so many numbers go through my head.
I continue to watch out the window of the train; an old, rusted water tower passes by me like a forgotten dream.
Small, little, brick neighborhoods shadow the landscape.
These people live a basic and simple life – one I may never know, one that looks very appealing from the outside.
The music dims as it changes to a new song.
A new music video starts in my mind.
Oh yes we are the kids of MTV.
The X generation they call us.
The train stops.
Trenton is the sign of the moment.
A voice comes on, “it’s time to go.”
Many move to the doors but I sit here watching and waiting.
My stop is not here yet.
Like the brick houses that so puzzled and amused me.
My stop will come some day.
Some day I will settle down and maybe even have a small, quaint, brick house of my own.
Soft sounds of music in my head.
Ear phones plugged in.
The slow drum of the train melts in my mind; I watch little brick houses pass by me like a music video.
So much to think about; so many numbers go through my head.
I continue to watch out the window of the train; an old, rusted water tower passes by me like a forgotten dream.
Small, little, brick neighborhoods shadow the landscape.
These people live a basic and simple life – one I may never know, one that looks very appealing from the outside.
The music dims as it changes to a new song.
A new music video starts in my mind.
Oh yes we are the kids of MTV.
The X generation they call us.
The train stops.
Trenton is the sign of the moment.
A voice comes on, “it’s time to go.”
Many move to the doors but I sit here watching and waiting.
My stop is not here yet.
Like the brick houses that so puzzled and amused me.
My stop will come some day.
Some day I will settle down and maybe even have a small, quaint, brick house of my own.
SILENCE IN MY SOUL
When i touch her there is silence
When i feel her there is silence
When i taste her there is silence
Silence in my soul because my soul is quiet and at rest with her. No longer do a i feel her tremble, no longer do i see her tremble because she is relaxed. Her sickness has left her. Relaxed and happy to be in a safe place, in my arms. My arms slowly go around her more as to embrace her. Holding her ever so tightly. She is safe, she is secure. That is all she ever wanted because this makes her feel at home. In my arms holding her so tight. She sleeps deeply. Like a flower that has finished its bloom in the fall as winter slowly creeps in. It will get colder as ever new day passes. I understand her like no one else ever will. She knows this and smiles. A sleepy small smirk. The kind you can just see oh so slightly . She is a strange beast in all of its glory. Cunning , smart and beautiful as a winter mountain top just sprinklered with a layer of snow. She rest once more eyes closing more, gasp of air, grin turns to a smile she is safe and I am happy and sad at the same time. Happy because she is in my arms and sad because as she falls deeper into her sleep I know she is leaving me. Not gone forever but gone for now.
When i feel her there is silence
When i taste her there is silence
Silence in my soul because my soul is quiet and at rest with her. No longer do a i feel her tremble, no longer do i see her tremble because she is relaxed. Her sickness has left her. Relaxed and happy to be in a safe place, in my arms. My arms slowly go around her more as to embrace her. Holding her ever so tightly. She is safe, she is secure. That is all she ever wanted because this makes her feel at home. In my arms holding her so tight. She sleeps deeply. Like a flower that has finished its bloom in the fall as winter slowly creeps in. It will get colder as ever new day passes. I understand her like no one else ever will. She knows this and smiles. A sleepy small smirk. The kind you can just see oh so slightly . She is a strange beast in all of its glory. Cunning , smart and beautiful as a winter mountain top just sprinklered with a layer of snow. She rest once more eyes closing more, gasp of air, grin turns to a smile she is safe and I am happy and sad at the same time. Happy because she is in my arms and sad because as she falls deeper into her sleep I know she is leaving me. Not gone forever but gone for now.
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