Maybe some day we will dance
Holding hands in disbelief
As tears of joy
flow from our eyes
While the field of flowers
will cheer in salute
Maybe our eternity
will come to an end
And our day will come
to begin . . . just maybe
Just maybe I hope
beyond my dreams
I'm thinking in the spring
I will eventually be seeing
a yellow butterfly with a
kiss on it's wings from you.
An ocean in my mood ring
sings and knows everything
because sharp silver butteflies
saw it all float on the breeze.
I walk into the p.o. office
shyness signs up for a passport
on my face but I take a leaf off
stress with no return address.
My eyelashes slap air with a
failed cat of nine tails attempt
as I hand the package to a mail
man with his questioning face.
My mood ring in a thick brown
paper bag will absolutely
have its own personlity in its
chain around my loves neck.
I hope it arrives as fast as the
squirrel galloping past me
as I walk slowly to my car.
I think of the traffic duels.
Leave your imperfections
that I might know that you are human
That your stumblings
might resound a warmth unto my heart
Thy errs find grace
in the steps I tread
For I was no better
than the efforts of your globe
My golden orb
fails in warmth
As I dreams of avenues
and cobblestone alleys
Of love of those
I know not any more
Damn , this curse of time's
finagling abomination !
Yet I find hope
in the rebirth and youth
Let two souls come together
and remake the world anew
As for my glory
It comes down to reason
and the hope
that our imperfections remain intact
No I will never forget you
Even if I were to try
You are the just one
That made my heart to fly
I dreamed that I could hold you
Sleep soundly in your dreams
Tell you that I love you
That my love went beyond all of my means
You call me your uncle
I could be your grandfather now by age
You are lost in the first chapter
I am found in the back
On the very last sentence of the page
You say I will stop loving you
That this day is written in the stones
If the stones speak the truth then
They speak standing on my grave
So kiss me goodbye forever
Hug me , this is the final time
I have a comet now to catch
I don't wan't to lose my ride
She got a new man for Valentine's day!
A girl with psychedelic green hair decided
to shave off his mustache without asking.
So the red hues wafting up from the
smokey grey in his mustache shall
never again be on display for viewing.
He walked in sixty and came out forty.
Now his wife looks like a cougar but
they're the same age so she laughes.
She is starting to get used to him
without it like it's growing on her.
Still it's like his lip was snapped off.
When they sleep together she
starts hearing the song stranger's
in the night by Frank Sinatra.
He is in shock that anyone notices.
She wanted him to look young as if
it will shave off bad blood pressure.
So he is growing his mustache back.
His goatee will never get a kick
at his youth again in the future.
So she sits on his lap all she can
and kisses the stranger that'll grow
back into the man that she married.
The moon has spilled all
its star dust on the ground.
The left side of the world
says boo hoo too long.
I say to myself whats
the use of bothering.
All trees have become
allergic to their leaves.
The left side of the forest
can't stop spitting bark.
I say to myself all that
is just a bunch of noise.
The brass band has
broken all of their trumpets.
The left side of the cafe
all punch the air with care.
I say to myself you can't
sweep up life ain't fair.
The bombs have all gone to
bed except for one you know.
The left side of the shelter sit
to stomp their feet on the floor.
I say to myself this is where
action is flickering in fiction.
I'm stuck in my far right
corner feeling numb.
It's not at all my fight
but I am NOT dumb.
A tramp of inflammation
retreats in my lungs.
Take the ego . . .
Not mine but your's !
Toast it golden brown , hot
put some butter and syrup on it
Now see if you can eat it
Without choking on the way down
What ? Milk ? Sure here's some 2%
See if it helps swallow it down
Here's seconds coming up
Hey ! It's your ego
I can't help it if it's large !
Have some more syrup . . . butter ?
How about a gallon to go