2001

 

Poems from April 2005 to ~ early 2001

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Late Nights!
It’s late, I don’t want to finish what I’ve started, but I find that I need too.
I can’t hate, myself for putting this off, I wanted to do more, but I had to do.
And now it’s Late Nights, up until it’s done.
And now it’s Late Nights, can’t sleep, no fun.
And now it’s Late Nights.

Listening to rap, rock and r&b, can’t find anything to get me in the mood.
My friends left me, I don’t blame them, hanging with me ain’t good.
And now it’s Late Nights, up until it’s done.
And now it’s Late Nights, can’t sleep, no fun.
And now it’s Late Nights.

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Fiction
Fiction or reality, which do you choose? I hope it’s fiction, since we already get enough of the other. Whether it’s writing fiction or telling it orally, story telling as a tradition is a dying art. Yes, there are hundreds of novals written every year, and yes I even find myself reading about a dozen of them or so, but what about the little people? The people like me and you? Aren’t our dreams good? Shouldn’t people get a chance to read our histories? I believe they should, and that’s why I’ve put my life here for you.

I strongly believe the internet is the great communicator, it allows anyone with access (granted that’s not everyone in the world yet) to share. What can they share? almost anything, and that’s the best part. Blogs like this one will help to archive my history for my children. They will be able to come here some day, far in the future and read about their father, what he did and how he did it. It’s also why I’ll continue to do it for as long as I can, be it days, months or years. The best part is that I hope that you will continue to join me, on this, my journey to nowhere with little stops to someplace.

Monday, April 25, 2005

Always
She wants to know, you know that thing that will bring me joy.
Hard to explain that, every minute I’m with her, brings me what she wants to give.
Like the sun warms the skin, like the rain chills it, she is in my thoughts always.

How can I tell her, that what makes her happy, makes me.
How can I show her, that what makes her excited makes me feel, be.
She brings joy, love and pleasure to every day.

I wonder if she knows I’m talking to her, when I say, “I love you”.
I wonder if she knows how much I miss her, when she’s away.
Feel like a new man, every day is a new day, a new way.

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Untitled
Curious, that the sun shines brighter these days.
Understanding seems to dawns each day, rose colored.
Burning, intense through out the day, my desire is hard to keep inside.
I want to yell it out, want to tell it to the world.
And when it grows dark, and the night comes along.
Need to hold her, need to show her, that I want her more.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Late Start
Left to sleep, left to dream, I did.
Not a care, nor a worry because I knew you would be there.
Now I’m motivated, now I’m eager, have to get out and see you.
Woke up my heart, turned on my love, now I know what I have to do.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Twinkle, twinkle my little star, how I wonder how you are.
Are you happy, are you safe, are you warm, in my place.
I wonder how brightly you will shine, how much love you will give.
To this old tired soul, who’s just started to live.

My days are so bright now, my nights even more filled.
My little star, my little my little angel, love instilled.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Like Zelda fightin dragons, I feel the need for speed 2.
I’ll save the princess from the danger, and power slide into the Taco bell for you.
I’ll bring you gold coins beatin from a short fat italian named Mario.
or hold that flag for the team, use my BFG on a undead demon, all while I scream!

Monday, April 18, 2005

Blue clear sky, your eyes, the windows into your soul.
I’m told, that to hold, onto what I have, I have to love.
I know that I can, because I am, the man she has come to know.
I’m not afraid, of what I said, that day when we were alone in bed.
I want you to hold me, see me for who I am, my sweet angel.
Take me for all my faults, and idiotic late night calls.
Blue clear sky, your eyes, the windows into your heart.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

It’s dark outside, I need you here by me.
Waiting these endless minutes, I can only just be.
Laying here under my cover, wishing and wanting.
Anticipating the ring of the phone, counting.

just 10 seconds left to go.
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Pop tart morning, early kiss goodbye, jumpin out the house can’t be late, so I fly.
Miss her already, didn’t want to have to leave her.

Cold outdoors, warm inside my bed, wanted 5 more minutes, but had to run instead.
Miss her already, didn’t want to have to leave her.

Time is passing, slowly crawling, Can’t wait, should have just been late.
Miss her already, didn’t want to have to leave her.

Saturday, April 16, 2005

“For it is love” she cried, and the heavens sang down to Earth in reply. “Be thee calm, for love like poetry takes time to bloom and flurish”.

“But nay, have you seen love this day?” she yelled back. “Can you not tell him that his arrow doth need mark, and he should scurry!?”

And Heaven replied with thunder and wind, “Heed his love, and do not worry so, for he will hit thee with the arrow of love, Be it on your head or back side.”

“But can’t you hurry love? Can’t you make him write his love, fling his arrow now!” she cried.

“Nay maiden, for know that love is a slow beast, which awakens late and is always tired, but he will come and when he doth, prepare for a hella love, a love like no other.”

-Taken from Book 2 of “Where’s my Poem: the dude, sweet years!”
“The reply”

And the maiden replied, “indeed, love is a slow beast- the kind of beast which dwells in the caves of elders. Does not this beast think I am worth the trouble? Does not this beast that is love understand that being demanding is a sign of great interest?”

And the Heavens filled with scorn for the beast that brings Hella Love. With intensity, Heaven put his ass on blast: “You speak of a Hella love, and yet, you keep the fair maiden waiting. Your words hang on her ears so sweetly until you speak of shooting an arrow into her head or backside. You don’t bring the Hella love. You only bring the Hecka love. Foreshame.”

Taken from Right Back At You, Volume 3: Bring It”

Friday, April 15, 2005

Late night, time for bed, don’t feel alone my sweet, I’m always there.
The anchor in your heart, the raft to keep you afloat
When your feeling down, I remember your dreams.

To be the title champ, the left hand hitter kid, from the South Hayward Bronx.
A Samurai swordsmen, with an automatic gun, bringing 3 layers of chocolate “hella” fun.

Know that I dream about you when your away, feel myself dreaming when your near,
never forget that I’m not here to hold you down, I will hold you up, push away your fears.
Be your dreams, be yourself, I will always be there for you. Quiet but all yours.
Late night, time for bed, don’t feel alone my sweet, I’m always here for you. Quiet but all yours.

Monday, April 11, 2005

Cherry blossoms, and lotus pedals. Butterfly wings, and precious medals.
These things pale when you are near, they are whispers in the shadow of your soul.

When your eyes gaze upon the world, it burns a little brighter, the sun a little hotter.

I wonder what heaven is like when you’re away, colder?
Feel pain in my heart take it’s toll, when I’m told I can’t hold her.

Spring blossoms, and the day is eager when you near me, my heart feels a little taller, bolder?

I find peace in your arms, tonight, in the dark, completing me.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Slumber longer, under warmth of deep white feather.
Inside gentle bed, tired from the evenings adventure.
I leave you softly, quite not to stir like a mouse.
Exit into dawn, leaving key to my house.

or..last line could be..

No panties with jeans, no bra with blouse,
it’s so neccessary..

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Pretty smile, pretty nose,
pretty eyes, smashing cloths.
Suprise me with your wit,
suprise me with your dreams.
Hold me near your heart,
let me whisper your name.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Restful is sorrow, for she dines in bitterness.
When joy is tableside, brightend by love.
Sleep well my angel, live your dreams.
Tender sweetness, brightend by love.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

The First Test
Sounds like I’ve got all the time, to test, to rest, to atest to.
I hope, I can scream, dream and be who I believe, can I fly?
I can blog, I can stall, I can run free, but can I fly?
You’ll know, when I touch the blue, bump my head, hit the sky.

Sunday, November 07, 2004

I like nothing at all. yep, I see evolution and I don’t like it.
I see technology and I avoid it.
I include social activity and know It wont include me.
I see the lights and know that eventually they will just burn out.

Saturday, July 10, 2004
2 and 2 Closer Behind

I?m still unable to commit, unable to realize where I?m at.
Under my skin is like hiding under the table.
There isn?t any reason why I can think of that would make me feel.
Spinning, falling, stalking makes me stable.

2 steps closer to you.
Always 2 steps behind.
Never get to meet you.
Just want to be on the inside.
2 steps closer, always 2 steps behind.

2 steps closer to you.
Always 2 steps behind.
Run away from me if you see.
Up from the underside I hide.
2 steps closer, always 2 steps behind.

Watching you from this dark place, I feel most comfortable.
Inching closer to touch your skin drives me.
I want to have you, want to be with you.
You run away, you yell. Can?t you see?

2 steps closer to you.
Always 2 steps behind.
Never get to meet you.
Just want to be on the inside.
2 steps closer, always 2 steps behind.

2 steps closer to you.
Always 2 steps behind.
Run away from me if you see.
Up from the underside I hide.
2 steps closer, always 2 steps behind.

Wednesday, March 13, 2002
Loves Art

Minimalistic, you cut away at our clay.
realistic, you cut away till none remains
shaping, our futures togther as one.
Making, a lump that we once called our love.

You express yourself in the water colors,
You say you like the way they run.
Why must our relationships be like oils,
always seperate, segregated and no fun.

you paint the sad potrait, the eyes are your soul.
I am the landscape, distance faded but not alone.
All I want is to hang by your side but my colors fade in the spotlight,
You seek your fame in the gallery, while I sleep alone at night.

Sunday, February 10, 2002

It some times suprises me, how we are so easily distracted..
How we find our self seeking out the pretty bobbels.. and the very shiny things.
Passing over what is trustworthy or proven in reliance.

Some times I think my life is like that.. The old toy passed up for a new one.
Or the worn baseball thrown away forgotten for the bright new white one.
And How quickly we feel the part. ageless my ass….

Is it wrong to feel this way? do we not all feel this way.. and even
when we say we don’t act this way, we do.

It’s hard to admit that to ones self.
That you would treat someone just as we don’t want to be treated.. but it’s true..

I think that if you can try to over look it, why can’t others?
why is it so hard?

Could it be human nature?
Instinct?
Reasoning?
Maybe.. culture?
All I know is that sometimes, it’s just wrong and it hurts.

Tuesday, July 31, 2001
Lyrics, sung in a kind of Creed meets Korn

Don’t bring me down…….
I know, I know, I know
Don’t bring me down..
Down in the low I gotta go..

I…….. am the one you wish to.
Bring on my hate,bring on my hate.
I…….. don’t care what you think.
Bring on my hate, bring on my hate.

Dont’ get me, wound up, wound up!
It only takes some time to get me crazy..
Don’t make me stop!
Stop!
It only takes you to get me crazy..

Don’t bring me down…….
I know, I know, I know
Don’t bring me down..
Down in the low I gotta go..

Thursday, May 31, 2001

Just like a god, fallen from above.
I’m held responsible for what you’ve done.
I’m not the man, you can just push off from and leave.
I’m not the one who will stay and feed your needs..

I’m alone, there’s not anyone, no one.
How can I be always wrong..
I’m alone, there’s not anyone, no one.
How can I be always wrong..

This time..

Sunday, May 27, 2001

can’t feel what I want.. can’t understand why you keep clawing..
I only need some time alone.. I only want to show you I care..
I’m not alone in here.. there are more than just me.
I’m not gonna give up here.. There is more than I believe..

I can’t make it, I don’t have the intent.
I don’t have the energy to believe in what you want.
I can’t think of a reason to keep on.. lying..
I only want what you think is really mine. I’m not dying!!
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I’ve bought a beer here at the bar..
I’ve been alone a long time and I need a drink.
I can’t figure you out
And I’m drinking to kill time.. drinking to think..

Saturday, May 05, 2001

As I sit in this bar alone,
I’ll buy myself a drink.
It will give me what I want,
which is time to think.

Can’t find what I need,
this bottles my only friend.
You left me sitting here,
with my heart replaying what you said.

Saturday, April 21, 2001

I believe in what I can’t see
I understand when you can’t tell me
I follow my soul
A feeling, a touch, a sound from your lips.
Hold me, as I embrace that which is you.
Surrender to my heart, end my pain with your kiss

Wednesday, April 18, 2001

Because I must, release this fear.. I prey on you.
I tremble at your touch, and feed off your skin.
The lines of your back, the curves of your neck.
Brings me to bliss, a higher place only for me.

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