Speak to Me
With sounds,
With gestures,
With a little of both.
With frowns,
With stature,
With a little of both.
Speak to me,
Any way you can.
I'm dying to listen,
Your biggest fan.
Monday, July 28, 2014
She Blushes
She Blushes
She blushes
Awe, she blushes
The snow white complexion fades
The rose red floods her face
She blushes
Awe, she blushes
As her ivory innocence disappears
Her fiery passion finds its way here
She blushes
Awe, she blushes
From end to end
Her smile glistens
She blushes
Awe, she blushes
A figure shaped as a Goddess
My eyes must focus to remain honest
She blushes
Awe, she blushes
My name, she whispers
Her name, I will keep forever
I blush
Awe, she makes me blush
She blushes
Awe, she blushes
The snow white complexion fades
The rose red floods her face
She blushes
Awe, she blushes
As her ivory innocence disappears
Her fiery passion finds its way here
She blushes
Awe, she blushes
From end to end
Her smile glistens
She blushes
Awe, she blushes
A figure shaped as a Goddess
My eyes must focus to remain honest
She blushes
Awe, she blushes
My name, she whispers
Her name, I will keep forever
I blush
Awe, she makes me blush
Out of Time
Out of Time
Intoxication, Intimidation
My mind races to find my reasons
Frightfully, Eagerly
No end to these endless seasons
Tomorrow, Sorrow
Please I beg send out the beacons
Torture, Pain, Suffering...
Meaningless words of meaningless measure
Sparkle, Glitter, Shimmer...
Like a pirate obsessed with treasure
Sing to me dear mind,
Please tell me how to make her mine.
Intoxication, Intimidation
My mind races to find my reasons
Frightfully, Eagerly
No end to these endless seasons
Tomorrow, Sorrow
Please I beg send out the beacons
Torture, Pain, Suffering...
Meaningless words of meaningless measure
Sparkle, Glitter, Shimmer...
Like a pirate obsessed with treasure
Sing to me dear mind,
Please tell me how to make her mine.
Ninja
Ninja
From the shadow come the kunai.
With perfect direction they pierce the sky.
A kill so quick you hear no cry.
Despite success there is no sigh.
Move on to the next target.
So fast they won't be ready for it.
They are the darkness swift with wit.
There's the target playing with a trinket.
To the highest bidder their services go.
Do not hesitate, throw, throw.
The target falls dead and it will never know.
It will never know what it means to grow.
From the shadow come the kunai.
With perfect direction they pierce the sky.
A kill so quick you hear no cry.
Despite success there is no sigh.
Move on to the next target.
So fast they won't be ready for it.
They are the darkness swift with wit.
There's the target playing with a trinket.
To the highest bidder their services go.
Do not hesitate, throw, throw.
The target falls dead and it will never know.
It will never know what it means to grow.
My One and Only Hero is Dead
My One and Only Hero is Dead
Today will forever be remembered.
For what, most do not recall.
They simply know to stand straight and tall.
With respect, heads bowed, eyes closed, for the fallen.
My hero died yesterday.
My hero is buried today.
My hero will never again save.
A forced retirement, so naive.
Never again shall I look to the skies.
The horizon is out of reach.
Beneath me, my feet sink.
The air, it's filled with sin, can't breathe.
If my hero were only here.
He could show us all the way.
He could make it all so clear.
But he can't,
Because he's dead.
My one and only hero is dead.
Today will forever be remembered.
For what, most do not recall.
They simply know to stand straight and tall.
With respect, heads bowed, eyes closed, for the fallen.
My hero died yesterday.
My hero is buried today.
My hero will never again save.
A forced retirement, so naive.
Never again shall I look to the skies.
The horizon is out of reach.
Beneath me, my feet sink.
The air, it's filled with sin, can't breathe.
If my hero were only here.
He could show us all the way.
He could make it all so clear.
But he can't,
Because he's dead.
My one and only hero is dead.
My Mama Prays
My Mama Prays
Hiya Mama, how was your day?
Fine, was yours the same way?
It was cool.
How was school?
Nothing special, same old stuff.
I'm glad it's not too tough.
Did you pray this morning?
Nah, it's just too boring.
But you talk so much.
What does that have to do with such?
Prayer is simply a conversation.
It feels more like a guilty confession.
Lord forgive me for being evil.
You shouldn't be so cynical.
We're not worth his time.
He's as much yours as he is mine.
I don't understand.
He listens when I place hand to hand.
God is of mercy.
Is that a certainty?
God is of wisdom.
Can't compete with him?
Mama, did you pray?
Proudly, yet humbly I must say.
What are you proud of?
I prayed to the one above.
What are you humble for?
I was granted access through his door.
Mama you are strange.
My soul is saved all the same.
How'd you save it?
Simply, it took no wit.
I knelt, I prayed.
I know, you've said.
Well listen and learn.
Ma, it's not my turn.
We all die in the end.
Wow, Mom, nice and morbid.
So did you pray for me?
Of course, don't be silly.
Why did you pray for me?
I love you sincerely.
To be honest son, I'm scared.
What could possibly put you in dread?
I want to watch over you from heaven.
Well, Ma, you will, just keep prayin.
I want to reunite with you in heaven.
In that case, I better get to knealin.
Don't just do it for me son.
For sure, thanks Mom.
Hiya Mama, how was your day?
Fine, was yours the same way?
It was cool.
How was school?
Nothing special, same old stuff.
I'm glad it's not too tough.
Did you pray this morning?
Nah, it's just too boring.
But you talk so much.
What does that have to do with such?
Prayer is simply a conversation.
It feels more like a guilty confession.
Lord forgive me for being evil.
You shouldn't be so cynical.
We're not worth his time.
He's as much yours as he is mine.
I don't understand.
He listens when I place hand to hand.
God is of mercy.
Is that a certainty?
God is of wisdom.
Can't compete with him?
Mama, did you pray?
Proudly, yet humbly I must say.
What are you proud of?
I prayed to the one above.
What are you humble for?
I was granted access through his door.
Mama you are strange.
My soul is saved all the same.
How'd you save it?
Simply, it took no wit.
I knelt, I prayed.
I know, you've said.
Well listen and learn.
Ma, it's not my turn.
We all die in the end.
Wow, Mom, nice and morbid.
So did you pray for me?
Of course, don't be silly.
Why did you pray for me?
I love you sincerely.
To be honest son, I'm scared.
What could possibly put you in dread?
I want to watch over you from heaven.
Well, Ma, you will, just keep prayin.
I want to reunite with you in heaven.
In that case, I better get to knealin.
Don't just do it for me son.
For sure, thanks Mom.
Music
Music
She sat down and she played me a song.
She strummed her strings.
She let out her voice.
Together they made beauty, blessed beauty.
A song so pure, so full of all that is and will ever be.
So beautiful, the notes will shed tears of triumph and woe.
Music will scream out,
"Lord you have blessed me with ears
to hear the blessings of life.
You have given me tone
to feel the meaning of life.
Most importantly,
you gave blessings
to those who give me life."
She stood up and went on her way.
Her mystery peerless
with exception to the beauty of music.
Her song will forever be a part of me
and all that I find beautiful.
She sat down and she played me a song.
She strummed her strings.
She let out her voice.
Together they made beauty, blessed beauty.
A song so pure, so full of all that is and will ever be.
So beautiful, the notes will shed tears of triumph and woe.
Music will scream out,
"Lord you have blessed me with ears
to hear the blessings of life.
You have given me tone
to feel the meaning of life.
Most importantly,
you gave blessings
to those who give me life."
She stood up and went on her way.
Her mystery peerless
with exception to the beauty of music.
Her song will forever be a part of me
and all that I find beautiful.
Mountain Man
Mountain Man
"You sir, yes you sir!"
He charges at me dressed in fur.
"Do you know what day it is?"
He smells of bad eggs and piss.
"Yes sir, indeed I do."
He's soaked with mud through and through.
"I've been lost in the mountains for so long!"
I dare not question him, he couldn't be wrong.
"Well sir, today is the second."
He asks me it is the weekend.
"No sir, the weekend is over by two days now."
His face sunk, as sad as rain clouds.
"My family, every weekend, goes on a picnic in the park."
As he reminisced, the sun went down, the sky became dark.
"Do you have a place to stay for the night?"
He stood up straight and he looked filled with might.
"No sir, I've decided."
I reassure that he's been invited.
"No sir, no, I can't hide anymore."
Understanding this mountain man is a real chore.
"I thought you were lost."
He explained his cost was his own.
"It was my fault that I ended up in the mountain all this time."
My wife is gonna kill me; I've got a ways to get home, and dinners at nine.
"One day I ran away from home afraid of losing my fortune."
This mountain man can really narrate, I tell you.
"Three days later I returned ashamed."
Apparently, his family had already moved here to Maine.
"They live with her mother now."
He speaks of her in spire, calling her a cow.
"I hurried her to apologize."
Yep, no doubt, my wife is going to rip out my eyes.
"I couldn't work up the courage to approach them."
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I'll probably get home at ten.
"Instead I could only admire them from afar."
I imagined my tongue in a jar.
"However, I needed a place to stay and I had no money."
Please, oh please, shut up! I thought, or I own't get any honey.
"I ran away into the mountains and worked tirelessly on my cabin."
I have to end this conversation now, I can't let this happen.
"Unfortunately, after regaining my strength I forgot how to get back down."
My wife, waiting, ready to beat me silly, wearing only a nightgown.
"Now I must return to my cabin."
He's decided he doesn't deserve to try again.
"Thank you for listening, I appreciate it."
My wife, dear God, the fire is lit.
"Wait!" I cry as he turns away.
He tells me that he really can't stay.
"Is there room in your cabin for two?
He laughs, surprisingly it sounds like a baby's coo.
"You sir, yes you sir!"
He charges at me dressed in fur.
"Do you know what day it is?"
He smells of bad eggs and piss.
"Yes sir, indeed I do."
He's soaked with mud through and through.
"I've been lost in the mountains for so long!"
I dare not question him, he couldn't be wrong.
"Well sir, today is the second."
He asks me it is the weekend.
"No sir, the weekend is over by two days now."
His face sunk, as sad as rain clouds.
"My family, every weekend, goes on a picnic in the park."
As he reminisced, the sun went down, the sky became dark.
"Do you have a place to stay for the night?"
He stood up straight and he looked filled with might.
"No sir, I've decided."
I reassure that he's been invited.
"No sir, no, I can't hide anymore."
Understanding this mountain man is a real chore.
"I thought you were lost."
He explained his cost was his own.
"It was my fault that I ended up in the mountain all this time."
My wife is gonna kill me; I've got a ways to get home, and dinners at nine.
"One day I ran away from home afraid of losing my fortune."
This mountain man can really narrate, I tell you.
"Three days later I returned ashamed."
Apparently, his family had already moved here to Maine.
"They live with her mother now."
He speaks of her in spire, calling her a cow.
"I hurried her to apologize."
Yep, no doubt, my wife is going to rip out my eyes.
"I couldn't work up the courage to approach them."
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I'll probably get home at ten.
"Instead I could only admire them from afar."
I imagined my tongue in a jar.
"However, I needed a place to stay and I had no money."
Please, oh please, shut up! I thought, or I own't get any honey.
"I ran away into the mountains and worked tirelessly on my cabin."
I have to end this conversation now, I can't let this happen.
"Unfortunately, after regaining my strength I forgot how to get back down."
My wife, waiting, ready to beat me silly, wearing only a nightgown.
"Now I must return to my cabin."
He's decided he doesn't deserve to try again.
"Thank you for listening, I appreciate it."
My wife, dear God, the fire is lit.
"Wait!" I cry as he turns away.
He tells me that he really can't stay.
"Is there room in your cabin for two?
He laughs, surprisingly it sounds like a baby's coo.
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