the waves, have fallen short.
now it's early in the morning
too dark to see, two thirty three
now, the ceiling bright as day,
resetting all the hours
turning, and hoping your voice returns

past all the time, presently
seconds pass, the second hand
where have you gone
appear right here tonight

'cause all i can say
more than my eyes
is to look away
look away

here in my mind
are photos so clear
orange printed, memories
while candid smiles
unveil my hope
to know you more, everyday

past all the time, presently
seconds pass, the second hand
where have you gone
appear right here tonight

'cause all i can say
more than my eyes
is to look away
look away

straight behind,
and in my side view,
I'm standing now
right beside you,
we're so close,
blind spot at most
where your presence,
has been larger to me

The corner of my eye
The stare I dare to make
You've seen me, look your way
At the hazel of your eyes
Now it's fair to say, that you've -
read me now, for so long

Past all the time, presently,
Seconds go by, the second hand
you're right here now
Appearing tonight
'Cause all i can say
More than my eyes
Is to look my way
Look my way

mellow tune, speed up now
i'm falling asleep so slow
the memory has as no woah !
but the sound still flows

the words change their view
and now I review,
all my ways
all today
as I lay, to sing to sleep
the child in my mind
runs over me
playing tag to hide
and seeking why, oh why

i'm singing to a tune
crooning to my own lulaby

i have got a focus
one that causes these eyes to be elated
elevated, so to dilate all that is my being

yet I stutter in seeing
as you capture these snapshots
slowing my shutter speed
to lead these negativities
from undeveloped to developed
colored pictures

images that were once black and white
gradient mediums
of grayscale tones
followed by forgetting loans
that were reeled matinees
that i paid with patient
polaroid instances of being

too much of a gentlemen
counting 1-2-3
cheese - ready smile
but these cheeses
are too aged
long forgotten

It's been one of those long travels
where reaching point B
has no words but to allow
smiling instinctively now
even before you raise that camera
to eye, my eye level
focusing on taking this picture

there is a reason
a smile is worth a thousand words
that we share the moment
and share the life
because we take pictures
with people we want to remember
preserving past our memories
because in a flash
we loose sight for an instance
all those, worries, and concerns
reflecting happiness to ourselves

so when you open that envelope
of pictures for the first time
at the one hour photo place
or dust off that old album
remember time and again
you have brought out the best in me

speaking only
through moves;
we are playing games
of chosen mad-libs
and retracing Uno steps
to find ourselves,
to return back looking
for multiple axes
so you or maybe I can
call bingo!

but I move, without you seeing
you return to reprise tension
lessening these enveloped expectations

rolling single digits
i'll fall behind, though you follow
this trend we seem to allow

hoping to land
on the same space
so that piece of you
may continue

i need to write directly now a days
my mind no longer puts a facade
these words are all sincere
thoughts once in disarray
are now focused

it has been too long
that i have ever cared
on every action
that pursues reaction
in the presence of a muse

played too many battles
carried across many hands
receiving only one side
when I should see both

and here again,
not looking but finding
straddling away
from something potential

it's ironic
we can help so many
but become limited
when we focus on ourselves
through acceptance

well dear reader
forget all the what may
what could be
or has not been

take a chance,
we have been
playing games
all our lives

we can only fall back
to advance forward

some people have no regard for privacy
i joke with other people
because they admit to their foibles and follies
in public domains and by doing so
i respect them
that is how comedy persists to exist

but to make falsehood, lie,
and most importantly not admit to such;
i cannot accept this from people despite the nature of human beings
some individuals are simply insolent
because they themselves
have not had a single piece
of gratification in their lives

His observant mind held
      Strands of coded bonds
      Fond of expressions for
      Incisive presentations
      Of what could be foretold.

      He metastasized thought
      And tempted his youth,
      unraveling behavior
      favoring adult endeavors
      And here I permit my fist
      Beneath my chin in complacency

      Statuesque, pondering whether
      My decisions are remnants of bloodlines,
      Coupled complexes attractive to be subtractive
      To my true desires

      Whether his dismays maybe in part
      To inquiries of adolescent angst
      The repetitive cycle remains with
      Finding one’s embodiment of identity