Monday, January 30, 2006

Sunny Future Posted by Picasa

Rotten Fools

I guess we all have good and bad in us.
But some seem to truly be an angel and a demon.
With wonderful energy.
Letting you see the beauty in the world.
And then cheap shots and pettiness.
But, after a while, it just all blurs together.
There will always be the good memories.
The fun times.
The smiles.
Kisses and more.
I’ll keep those thoughts, to warm me a little when I pause.
And I’ll let the rest fade away.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Posted by Picasa

Over the Line

Fucking shit.
Life can be so full of it!
Splashed on the corner stall.
Bright hurt flashes for us all.
Hated hearts still catching thoughts.
I don’t want to waste one more second.
Not on that which can’t change.
Not on that which is never to be well again.
Like fun filled plagues and pirate scurvy.
Some things are only pleasure when compared to worse.
I wait to find the purpose of the road.
If there is one.
And if not, all the better.
That will reinforce the obvious.
That the cracks are what is real.
The shadows and the pits.
Baring free the illusions of light and form.
Leaving the empty and the used.
Our loves, ash and muck.
The past a messy mark.
On an uncaring fist.
Poised to deliver.
When ever we foolishly dare.
To care.

Friday, January 20, 2006

The Truth on Lips is Hidden Posted by Picasa

Rex Mix

An image of you and of me and we're laughing and loving it all.
Look at our life now, tattered and torn.
Oh baby just you shut your mouth.
When I'm with you baby, I go out of my head.
When it rains, you're shining down for me.
When I get excited.
You shouldn't mess with me.
I'll ruin everything you are.
So perhaps I should leave here, go far away
But you know that there’s nowhere that I'd rather be than with you here today.
All the things you do to me and everything you said.
You're like an angel and you give me your love.
Every time I think of you I know we have to meet.
Just like a rainbow you know you set me free.
It's in the whites of my eyes.
We fuss and we fight and delight in the tears that we cry until dawn
You say I'm a dreamer; we're two of a kind
Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we'll never find
You ask if I love you, well what can I say?
You know that I do and if this is just one of those games that we play.
It's getting hotter, it's our burning love.
I could escape this feeling. I feel a wreck. I hear her heart beating.
Loud as thunder.
So I'll sing you a new song, please don't cry anymore.
I'll ask your forgiveness, though I don't know just what I'm asking it for.
We slip and slide as we fall in love.
Saw their stars crashing down.
I could pretend that nothing really meant too much.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Could Not Help Myself Posted by Picasa

Love that Sway

I need excitement and I need it bad!
I heard it said in the dark and horny corners,
That if you need it enough,
Really Need It
It is already out there looking for you!
Makes sense in a way.
I see what I Need almost everyday,
The Beauty.
The Heat.
Smiles that can make you disbelieve your own anger.
Eyes to tear holes in your pride.
Flesh to remind you that Hell can be worth it.
And the Touch.
Long lost.
But remembered.
Dreamt of.
I do a lot of stupid things,
But not as many as some might think.
Sometimes, it is part of a planned indifference.
My way of choosing a path,
Instead of following common sense.
Which, like reality itself, is a democratically birthed thing.
We all have our own personal It.
But the It of the world envelopes them all.
I guess.
Like I understand!
All I know is that I Need a pair of long,
Silky nylon clad,
Black heeled ending,
Needing and undulating,
Sweet wet meeting,
Rex-Loving Legs
To wrap their glorious greatness around me.
And to pull me in to my one real goal!
The one thing that reminds me why we all give a shit.
Why it all really does matter.
Thank God for Chicks!
Even if they can drive you Fucking Mad!
Ok, I think I have quite lost it. Good night for now.
I think I need some private time!

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Feeling Time

It flowed passed me again.
The night.
Full of smoked eyes and pushed in hearts.
Scratches of Lied Passions leaving marks.
Telling stories of their passing.
And even though you want to care,
Really care,
All that spills out is sad laughter.
Cheap shots replace sweet whispers.
Angry glares instead of love filled eyes.
The heart gets scabbed over.
And the night still pulls you along.
You can see the ones already gone.
But also, there are the fresh ones.
New to it all.
And making it all new with their openness.
So I guess there is hope.
Which is a teasing possibility.
But the dark side of hope is that you know.
That there was a chance to be fulfilled.
Even as you fail.