5/9/01
My heart is breaking
Anticipating
A love she'll never feel
And although I know it's right
I should turn out the light
And go to sleep
But my mind is reeling
I've got this feeling
that I will always be alone
Although I know it's right
I should turn out the light
And go on home
But I cant go there
No, she don't care
That I am still in love
And it's my heart the dies
And my soul that cries
As the rain washes down from above
My heart is breaking
Anticipating
A love she'll never feel
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Stupid Pride
9/30/07
A lot has changed in the two years since New Orleans was drenched in the man made filth that filtered the flood waters and poisoned our lives. From the multitudes of people thinking that the government owes them and Fema is responsible for buying back their lives, to the corruption in elected leaders who line their pockets with the relief that was meant to sustain basic human needs.
The greed that has consumed many business owners, because quality is not what's needed turn a profit, (a trend that I thought was washed away with the debris when New Orleans was (Dewatered) pumped dry), has reached my hands. A sad but eye opening reality check? Yes. A slap in the face for quality? Yes, but, No not this guy, I refuse to sell out.
A fresh beginning, a clean slate and higher levee, all sounds good, but shit still rolls downhill, in this uphill battle to hang on to what little dignity I that I have left, hurts and I still refuse to sell out.
A dwindling bank account and a pile of bills works on my integrity, while I nurse a car that even now has to carry borrowed tools as I hope for something better to support my mounting debt, yet, I refuse to sell out.
A tear in my son’s eye and heavy heart prompt me to look for something better amongst the gluttony, desperation and total disregard for what is truly important in this great city of a chocolate mayor built on a swamp. And for those reasons, I refuse to sell out.
So I guess a not lot has changed in the two years since New Orleans was the in spotlight for the lawlessness and forgotten hope that inundates this crescent city even today.
So, at what cost will I sell out? Starvation? Homelessness? All for pride’s sake?
I WILL NOT SELL OUT!
A lot has changed in the two years since New Orleans was drenched in the man made filth that filtered the flood waters and poisoned our lives. From the multitudes of people thinking that the government owes them and Fema is responsible for buying back their lives, to the corruption in elected leaders who line their pockets with the relief that was meant to sustain basic human needs.
The greed that has consumed many business owners, because quality is not what's needed turn a profit, (a trend that I thought was washed away with the debris when New Orleans was (Dewatered) pumped dry), has reached my hands. A sad but eye opening reality check? Yes. A slap in the face for quality? Yes, but, No not this guy, I refuse to sell out.
A fresh beginning, a clean slate and higher levee, all sounds good, but shit still rolls downhill, in this uphill battle to hang on to what little dignity I that I have left, hurts and I still refuse to sell out.
A dwindling bank account and a pile of bills works on my integrity, while I nurse a car that even now has to carry borrowed tools as I hope for something better to support my mounting debt, yet, I refuse to sell out.
A tear in my son’s eye and heavy heart prompt me to look for something better amongst the gluttony, desperation and total disregard for what is truly important in this great city of a chocolate mayor built on a swamp. And for those reasons, I refuse to sell out.
So I guess a not lot has changed in the two years since New Orleans was the in spotlight for the lawlessness and forgotten hope that inundates this crescent city even today.
So, at what cost will I sell out? Starvation? Homelessness? All for pride’s sake?
I WILL NOT SELL OUT!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Pain
originally written on 4/12/07
Take my pain away
Draw the poison from me
Take my pain away
So I may be free and breathe
Tainted is my soul
Broken is my smile
The voice cries out to be heard
While the heart is caged by denial
Take my pain away
Draw the poison from me
Take my pain away
So I might heal where i bleed
So that I might heal where i bleed
Take my pain away
Take it down
Take my pain away
Let my soul rest in the ground
Won't you let my soul rest in the ground
Poisoned is my love
Piercing are my eyes
So many tears
They all come heart shaped
While the heart is caged by denial
And it's my heart that's caged by denial
So take my pain away
Please take this burden from me
So take my pain away
So I may be free and breathe
So that I may be free and breathe
Take my pain away
Draw the poison from me
Take my pain away
So I may be free and breathe
Tainted is my soul
Broken is my smile
The voice cries out to be heard
While the heart is caged by denial
Take my pain away
Draw the poison from me
Take my pain away
So I might heal where i bleed
So that I might heal where i bleed
Take my pain away
Take it down
Take my pain away
Let my soul rest in the ground
Won't you let my soul rest in the ground
Poisoned is my love
Piercing are my eyes
So many tears
They all come heart shaped
While the heart is caged by denial
And it's my heart that's caged by denial
So take my pain away
Please take this burden from me
So take my pain away
So I may be free and breathe
So that I may be free and breathe
In search of the Yeti
As we strive for unity in release
We only bring each other closer
To what is the real goal of a little death
Beautiful, beautiful, beautifully thought.
We only bring each other closer
To what is the real goal of a little death
Beautiful, beautiful, beautifully thought.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Wrenches
Written 7/24/05
I live in a place where buildings are old
Learned men tinker with ways to hold
Structures together with long threaded rods
Speared through their bellies, isn't that odd?
Plates on their ends and tight fitting nuts
Turned by wrenches, as it tears, it cuts
Pulling at walls, demanding plumb
I feel like these dwellings, or wish to be one
Searching for iron rods that impale
Picking the plates with such detail
Then trouble comes like wind in the night
Rocking my base, was true was tight
So I look for wrenches to turn my nuts
And having them only driven by lust
Flexing, twisting and portraying
A new me that i am displaying
I live in a place where buildings are old
Learned men tinker with ways to hold
Structures together with long threaded rods
Speared through their bellies, isn't that odd?
Plates on their ends and tight fitting nuts
Turned by wrenches, as it tears, it cuts
Pulling at walls, demanding plumb
I feel like these dwellings, or wish to be one
Searching for iron rods that impale
Picking the plates with such detail
Then trouble comes like wind in the night
Rocking my base, was true was tight
So I look for wrenches to turn my nuts
And having them only driven by lust
Flexing, twisting and portraying
A new me that i am displaying
Friday, September 24, 2010
Missing
She is a lover not to be kept under cover,
but to be admired and cherished, a muse to
be consumed and shown the world through
her man's eyes that there is beauty is
everything her heart touches.
but to be admired and cherished, a muse to
be consumed and shown the world through
her man's eyes that there is beauty is
everything her heart touches.
Monday, September 20, 2010
New Spaces
Tasting the lingering glimpses of what space tries to strip away.
Burned into memory are eyes and contact of stares that caress my well worn soul.
Total emersions of my senses slapped me with it’s kindness.
Feeling what is lain on the table is not anything but the truth, trust builds.
Losing my self in expression of desire long since building, is pure passion.
Only temporarily quenched, like a pusher to a new user.
Time made me wait, so slow, then sped away toward this, now crawls again.
Burned into memory are eyes and contact of stares that caress my well worn soul.
Total emersions of my senses slapped me with it’s kindness.
Feeling what is lain on the table is not anything but the truth, trust builds.
Losing my self in expression of desire long since building, is pure passion.
Only temporarily quenched, like a pusher to a new user.
Time made me wait, so slow, then sped away toward this, now crawls again.
Thank You
Ruined by the eloquence of a dark headed soul.
Gone are the illusions of a world that is still full.
The sharp tongue whips at me, the red nails cut deep.
As I cling to the boyhood that is torn from my keep.
Thing’s are quite different, everything is strange.
I will long for what was, I will face the pain.
In my ignorance, I had my bliss.
Knowing I’m forced to deal with this.
Now I have angles and very strait lines.
Appointments and deadlines, I’m falling behind.
If you leave me a message, I’ll send its return.
But somewhere down in me I will always yearn.
So thank you, his beauty, for the schooling with style.
For the elegance of whom there’s always a smile.
It was bound to happen, I’m sure it is true.
It had to be someone, I’m glad it was you.
Gone are the illusions of a world that is still full.
The sharp tongue whips at me, the red nails cut deep.
As I cling to the boyhood that is torn from my keep.
Thing’s are quite different, everything is strange.
I will long for what was, I will face the pain.
In my ignorance, I had my bliss.
Knowing I’m forced to deal with this.
Now I have angles and very strait lines.
Appointments and deadlines, I’m falling behind.
If you leave me a message, I’ll send its return.
But somewhere down in me I will always yearn.
So thank you, his beauty, for the schooling with style.
For the elegance of whom there’s always a smile.
It was bound to happen, I’m sure it is true.
It had to be someone, I’m glad it was you.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Vicious cycles
To give forgiveness is cruel way in which to forgive
Because there is love in me
There is forgiveness from me
Because there is forgiveness for her
There is more love in her
Because there is more love from her
She needs more forgiveness
To give forgiveness is cruel way in which to forgive
Because there is love in me
There is forgiveness from me
Because there is forgiveness for her
There is more love in her
Because there is more love from her
She needs more forgiveness
To give forgiveness is cruel way in which to forgive
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Saying hello.
As I take in your sent
You feel my body
It presses into yours
Lips devouring your neck
You shutter with excitement
As a wave of lust washes over you
My arms engulf you with a strength
That makes you weak
You fall into my chest
As the quest for awareness continues
My breath warms an already rising temperature
The kisses move to the ear
The hands exploring
Bodies grinding, intertwining
Yearning to become more than one
Our eyes lock
You feel the building of urges
That longed to be relinquished
To my ever present hunger
My passion against you
Your quickened breaths
Are interrupted by the kisses
That lick you into a frenzy
I lay you down, admiring you body
I touch your face
Rest my forearms across your chest
Drawing down until I feel
The flesh that i so desire
I notice that I am rubbing
Into you with out realizing it
I caress your body as if
I never had
You feel my body
It presses into yours
Lips devouring your neck
You shutter with excitement
As a wave of lust washes over you
My arms engulf you with a strength
That makes you weak
You fall into my chest
As the quest for awareness continues
My breath warms an already rising temperature
The kisses move to the ear
The hands exploring
Bodies grinding, intertwining
Yearning to become more than one
Our eyes lock
You feel the building of urges
That longed to be relinquished
To my ever present hunger
My passion against you
Your quickened breaths
Are interrupted by the kisses
That lick you into a frenzy
I lay you down, admiring you body
I touch your face
Rest my forearms across your chest
Drawing down until I feel
The flesh that i so desire
I notice that I am rubbing
Into you with out realizing it
I caress your body as if
I never had
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Turning
The ebb calls out
The wave turns over
Consuming my senses
Empathy so aware
Tranquil pools ripple
Still air stirs
Flow spills in
Liquid self filling voids
Fever ran ramped
Drained hunger grew
Parched facade
Embellishing contact
Softly lapping
Relentless crashing
Sea’s angry wail
Wearing away resiliency
Giving again, tides must turn
Giving again, suffering to be full
Speaking with reaction
Flashes of need
Lend toward ruin
Surge over edges
Dulled light lingers
Shadows draw near
The wave turns me over
The ebb calls me back
The wave turns over
Consuming my senses
Empathy so aware
Tranquil pools ripple
Still air stirs
Flow spills in
Liquid self filling voids
Fever ran ramped
Drained hunger grew
Parched facade
Embellishing contact
Softly lapping
Relentless crashing
Sea’s angry wail
Wearing away resiliency
Giving again, tides must turn
Giving again, suffering to be full
Speaking with reaction
Flashes of need
Lend toward ruin
Surge over edges
Dulled light lingers
Shadows draw near
The wave turns me over
The ebb calls me back
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