A cold in my nose makes me dour,
Restless and pathetic every hour.
From my bed I should get-up,
Take a breath and "Man-Up".
But I am delicate...like a flower :-P
November 21st, 2011
Atlanta
"Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare
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Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Bruised
My heart isn't broken,
But it is a little bruised.
It's a big easy target,
Second hand, Slightly used.
So I'll lock it in a box
For seven long years.
And I'll keep it well hidden
Along with all my fears
November 13th, 2011
Atlanta
But it is a little bruised.
It's a big easy target,
Second hand, Slightly used.
So I'll lock it in a box
For seven long years.
And I'll keep it well hidden
Along with all my fears
November 13th, 2011
Atlanta
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Irrepressible
Irrepressible and gay
and totally free
She took my hand
She danced with me
A sparkle in her eye
A smile upon her lips
She moved her feet
She moved her hips
Restored and reminded
of who I am
I followed her rhythm
and felt like a man
Wished she would stay
Wished it too much
Messed it all up
with anxiety and such
The music has ended
The band has gone home
The floor is in darkness
And I am alone
I still feel the rhythm
I remember the key
I know the secret
to be totally free
November 8th, 2011
Atlanta
and totally free
She took my hand
She danced with me
A sparkle in her eye
A smile upon her lips
She moved her feet
She moved her hips
Restored and reminded
of who I am
I followed her rhythm
and felt like a man
Wished she would stay
Wished it too much
Messed it all up
with anxiety and such
The music has ended
The band has gone home
The floor is in darkness
And I am alone
I still feel the rhythm
I remember the key
I know the secret
to be totally free
November 8th, 2011
Atlanta
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Transition
My heart beats faster
When she is near.
Sweet Memories conjured
By the smell of her hair.
Her body next to mine,
Head tucked under my chin.
Her breath on my chest.
Her warmth on my skin.
Oh, Bind up my heart!
And return to the start.
Can lovers be friends
When the poetry ends?
November 1st, 2011
Atlanta
When she is near.
Sweet Memories conjured
By the smell of her hair.
Her body next to mine,
Head tucked under my chin.
Her breath on my chest.
Her warmth on my skin.
Oh, Bind up my heart!
And return to the start.
Can lovers be friends
When the poetry ends?
November 1st, 2011
Atlanta
Emo Freak
Self destructive emo freak
Techno babble java geek
Heartfelt poem bittersweet
Hopeful Hopeful easy speak
November 1st, 2011
Atlanta
Techno babble java geek
Heartfelt poem bittersweet
Hopeful Hopeful easy speak
November 1st, 2011
Atlanta
Monday, October 24, 2011
If
If she kissed me
I would kiss her back.
If she reached for my hand
I would let her take it.
If she called my name
I would come.
October 24th, 2011
Atlanta
I would kiss her back.
If she reached for my hand
I would let her take it.
If she called my name
I would come.
October 24th, 2011
Atlanta
Thursday, September 29, 2011
It's not you, it's me.
It's not you, it's me.
(I just want to be free.)
Will you be my friend?
(This is the end.)
Yes. I will be fine.
(Please pass the wine.)
No. I am not glum.
(Just comfortably numb.)
September 29th, 2011
Atlanta
(I just want to be free.)
Will you be my friend?
(This is the end.)
Yes. I will be fine.
(Please pass the wine.)
No. I am not glum.
(Just comfortably numb.)
September 29th, 2011
Atlanta
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Silliness
Why don't you
Paint your face blue,
Stick your head in a bucket
And play a didgeridoo?
Paint your face blue,
Stick your head in a bucket
And play a didgeridoo?
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Butterfly Kisses
Moans & sighs
Hands on thighs
Butterfly kisses
Lover's wishes
A dozen tiny breaths
A thousand little deaths
For ECF
August 11th, 2011
Delta Flight 4970
Hands on thighs
Butterfly kisses
Lover's wishes
A dozen tiny breaths
A thousand little deaths
For ECF
August 11th, 2011
Delta Flight 4970
Giving Thanks
Andie, Andie, Andie Lou
So beautiful with eyes of blue.
She'll break their hearts
And make 'em sick.
Some Angel whacked her with a pretty-stick.
Duncan, Duncan, Duncan George,
Heart deeper than the Cheddar Gorge.
His mind is open and his wit is quick.
The boy's so sharp he doesn't miss a trick.
Thank you Lord, for these two sherbets,
These two cheeky little Herberts.
Everyday I am glad
For the privilege
Of being their Dad
August 11th, 2011
Delta Flight 4970
So beautiful with eyes of blue.
She'll break their hearts
And make 'em sick.
Some Angel whacked her with a pretty-stick.
Duncan, Duncan, Duncan George,
Heart deeper than the Cheddar Gorge.
His mind is open and his wit is quick.
The boy's so sharp he doesn't miss a trick.
Thank you Lord, for these two sherbets,
These two cheeky little Herberts.
Everyday I am glad
For the privilege
Of being their Dad
August 11th, 2011
Delta Flight 4970