Oh what do you say
About this particular lady
Do you begin with the way
Her hair catches a ray
Of the sun or the one
Particular mark on her face
That make my lips give chase
To hers
While my ears give chase to her words
In words I know or languages I fail to understand
As I demand nothing of you but your hand
In mine
for a short moment in time
As I just enjoy your presence
Your poise…
What do I begin to say about such a woman?
I wouldn’t even know where to begin.
I didn’t know these things had to be caught
like a cold or a baseball or a criminal that fought
for the freedom to walk the streets for one more day
without the knowledge that he’d have to pay
for his crimes like I pay for these things
these emotions these things called feelings
Yeah I caught feelings like a disease that spread
from you to me not in the shower or on the bed
but in your eyes and in your smile
or the way that you walk through mile after mile
If you were to ask me though these things caught me
they chased me down for a nominal fee
I paid the price, but I didn’t have the money
So my heart is what you took when you threw away the key
I might have caught them they may have found me
but it doesn’t matter cause what will be will be
I hope that one day you will feel what I feel
but I just want to keep it realer than real
the straight up truth is that I lost this battle
but I have never been one to easily rattle
So I’ll have to live with what’s been done
and hope next time around I’ll win the next one.
Forward motion in
Backward times meant as progress.
Wishful thoughts? Maybe.
Three words whispered into the windy night
“I love you” left my mouth out of spite.
What words hurt more than the chosen three
That express devotion to the nth degree
“I hate you” is a phrase made of fire
Used on bridges between a victim and a liar
“I don’t care” means nothing when it ends with a dot
Because it defines the speaker by what he does not
But love is spiteful because it means an end
And also a beginning to an emotional trend
I could say I love you endlessly
But that’s like giving you out of print currency
In a country no longer in existence
Because my heart went the way of the six pence
In case there’s any need for clarification
my heart’s been taken out of circulation
Bathing in the sun
As tan skin comes to being
God’s art on your flesh
A Journey that ends at home
Or a visit to an unfamiliar zone
The streets, and halls are second nature
But some of the faces lack nomenclature
So many things to come back to
So many people already moved on
My other life may lack you
But that’s because I’m already gone
It’s at these times I try to conceive
The answer to the question “why did I leave “
Sleep embraces me
Reluctantly, not warmly
Embrace all the same
