Streets

If I were a street where would I go?

I know I would not be paved,
I should not like the trappings,
And the façade.

Perhaps cobble stones,
To echo the tapping of horses
Going by with majestic carriages.

Or soft sand and white pebbles
Leading to a beach where children play,
And ladies sit under umbrellas.

And I would lead to happy places
Away from the rush and bustle
That many call life.

I would run along a babbling brook.
And hear all the secrets of where it’s been.
But content with where I was.

The Last Love Song

If it will convince you that I love you
I can spout clichè
I can compare your smile to blue sky
On a cloudy day
I can tell you how your beautiful eyes
Captivate my stare
I can explain how much it hurts me
Whenever you're not there

But whatever I may tell you
Don't believe it's true
If you cannot see it in my eyes
Whenever I look at you
If my actions don't describe it
If it's not written on my face
Then don't believe a word I say
Put me in my place

Because you deserve to be adored
For being who you are
Not just some fool who says
Your eyes are like the stars
If flattery is what you want
I'll give you all you could hope for
Just don't settle for my words alone
You deserve so much more

Whatever I may tell you
Don't believe it's true
If you cannot see it in my eyes
Whenever I look at you
If my actions don't describe it
If it's not written on my face
Then don't believe a word I say
Put me in my place

Just because I say you're beautiful
It's not necessarily a lie
But I know what to say to make you think
I'll never say goodbye
I'll tell you "you mean the world to me"
I'll say "I love you"
If you can see it in my face and deeds
Then you can bet your heart it's true

But whatever I may tell you
Don't believe it's true
If you cannot see it in my eyes
Whenever I look at you
If my actions don't describe it
If it's not written on my face
Then don't believe a word I say
Put me in my place

What I say is important
But more so is what I do
For this is where you'll truly see
Just how I feel about you
Watch my eyes light up when you arrive
And as you leave, watch them fade
Let every expression and gesture
Be my serenade.

Someday never comes
It was only just a dream
That became another yesterday,
Of things that I hoped for.
If only I could keep from dreaming
Then life would be alright
An image locked in my mind
Won't let me sleep at night.
I looked before leaping
Not wanting to take the fall,
But there was something about you
I just had to call
Someday my bella
This will work out
But that time is not now
I'm in an emotional drought.
My thoughts are always with you
But this you'll never know
I dare not ever tell you,
Or let my feelings show.
For if you ever knew,
How much I really care.....
There would be no one else
That could truly compare.

I haven't written in awhile, so this is a bit rusty, to say the least.

There is one type of pepper so fine
To hear of it I'm sure you won't mind
Dried, powdered and vinegared
In Tabasco sauce is a winner-ger
'Tis of that fine red pepper called Cayenne

Insanity Chant

Its a black light shining...
In a very sad place...
Its a bad moon rising...
On an unhappy face...
Its a dead wolf calling...
To me in my dreams...
Its a little boy falling...
Nothing is what seems...

I really think...
I'm going crazy...
I'd like to hope...
I'm sane in mind...
This voyage home...
Has gotten me lazy...
I look to the ground...
And search for a sign...

They're digging holes...
In reality...
Shapes bleed...
Is this insanity?
Too many questions...
They cannot see...
I'm pretty sure...
It's insanity...

Its a dead man walking...
To an early grave...
Its a hermit talking...
To himself in a cave...
Its a airplane crashing...
Burning in the air...
Its a crazy man thrashing...
At something that ain't there...

I really think...
I'm going crazy...
I'd like to hope...
I'm sane in mind...
This voyage home...
Has gotten me lazy...
I look to the sky...
And search for a sign...

I'm digging holes...
In reality...
Shapes bleed...
Is this insanity?
Too many answers...
They cannot read...
I'm pretty sure...
It's insanity...

"Mistaken Arrows"

And what do i do
When one flame
So narrowly avoids
extinguishing the other?
They, in their paralell worlds
Are each trying to draw me
to their sides.
Yet, neither knows
the name nor face nor barely
existence of the other.
Only i do.
I loved one long before
I had met the other; He
was a strange mixture of seriousness
and dark humour that amused and intrigued
my cynical and unlaughing heart; he
made it giggle, made it chuckle with him
And then he disappeared from my life
prior to my decision that i
should bleed my heart out to him
So i put him aside.
The second came along eventually,
smelling of roses and smiles and
utter romance, but lacking the
presence of realism, lacking a
solid foundation for me to set my feet upon
Yet he gave me love and acceptance and poured
it thick and heavy upon me until it
coated my soul.
However,
my loves collided.
The first adored one showed up out of
the blue darkness, smiling the old smile
and asking me how time had been
Cupid, angered for the disregard of his
earlier arrow, struck at my heart again,
and i fell into the same pool of love that
he had pushed me into long ago.
But wasn't i already waist-deep
In someone else's waterfalls?
I don't know the answer to Cupid's riddle,
but i know the words by heart:
Do you choose the one you grew to love
Or the one you loved to start?

Streets

Move in close, skim the ground
See the conflict firsthand....

A line of tarmac like a river,
Banks lined with concrete slabs.
Houses glare across the grey divide,
Bunkers in a war of false icons.
The combatants pit wage against wage,
An endless escalation - a Street War
Where the fallen are victims of fashion.
"Have or have not" says the rules,
"Keep up or die" is the battlecry.
Futility is the watchword here
Stupidity, vanity, pride....

Step back - it's just a street.
But to the urban warriors who live there,
The War of the Wallets will never end.