I just want something to come home to
Words
A little picture of happiness.
Something to make the empty echoes
Of a lone heart beating
A little softer

Over and over
Again my eyes flitting side to side
A smile, maybe
No promises.
Just words.
A lover’s repose

I want something to wake up to
Words
A little picture of happiness
Something to jumpstart the tired dull thuds
Of a lone heart weakening

To pull my lidless shades
Up a little
Corner of my mouth upturning
Maybe
No promises.
Just words
A lover’s invigoration.

I want something to let my heart sing to
Words
Harmonized throughout my day
Something to make the beating
Prevail
A little longer

To draw myself
Through life’s difficulties
A scant crescent
Maybe
No Promises.
Just words.
A Lover’s Endurance.

I said a million simple things
That I loved about you
In the middle of October
Were you listening?

I gave my heart a pen
And let it write
A million simple things
That I felt about you
Were You Reading?

My fingers ran by themselves
A dose of cuteness here and there
Small, but apparent
Were You watching?

Simple replies speak volumes
And the absence speaks louder
What do I have to do to reach you?
What pervades my writing
That you won’t comment unless I ask?

Which lyrics speak to you and which don’t?
Should I send them, should I not?
It seems to make little difference.
Either way your silence deafens.
You want cuteness
But have little to say when I try to give it.

I don’t send these things, I don’t write these things for nothing
I do it for us.
An attempt
To intertwine us further.
To see what different pulses of my heart…
…Inspire different pulses of yours.
For your reaction, your passion.
But you often have too little to say

A million simple things
A song, a poem
Sent across the miles
To make me feel closer to you

If only, if only
You had
Even a hundred simple things to say about them.

If only, if only
I knew my heartbeat was heard

Sometimes the most important
Is a million simple things.

Life
The only thing, ironically
With a one hundred percent mortality rate
Life, it drowns us all
Be it the simple sacrifice
Of the present for a greater future
That is no guarantee
Or the inexorable weight
Of a thousand stresses bearing down

Life
You look ahead
Only to have it nip you from behind
Don’t get caught counting chickens
Don’t lose your mind

I can see my own hands
No further
Only what I am and what I make
My actions become me, drive me
Invigorate
I’ll not look beyond what comes to me
Seeking solace in the momentary reverie

I have a dream
A dream where we’re not vilified or crucified
For what we see in another eyes
Or whose eyes we see,
Where we’re not castigated
Nor berated
For being fated a little differently
Why can’t they see
That she and she
Are no worse than You and me
Or he and he

I have a dream
That the persecution ends
That society comes to its senses
That the relentless
Withering glares
And indignant stares
Erode to a bigoted few
There’s no reason why you and you
Can’t love each other
Why a man can’t love another

I have a dream
Where a mom’s lips curl
Into a smile while she talks about
Her daughter and that nice Jewish girl
With those pretty lips
Whisper nothings to each other
While fingertips dance across fingertips
When a father can beam with pride
Even though his son will never take a bride

I have a dream
Like a modern day Doctor King
Even though I’m not gay
I have a dream and the dream starts today
I have a dream that congregations won’t pray
Coming to their senses
Homosexuality isn’t a sin
What’s wrong with her with her
And him with him?
I have a dream that rainbow banners
And prideful marches won’t even matter
I have a dream that things will be
As they should be
That love is boundless
That love is enough
I have a dream

Sometimes I wish I was born into an earlier time
Things weren’t quite so hectic
Life didn’t move so fast
When efficiency didn’t hold sway over camaraderie
Life was centered around family and friends
And intimate gatherings were exactly that
Your life was dependant on your strength of character
And mastery over yourself
Not your technological dexterity
When every hour counted
But every second didn’t
When it seemed, life lasted longer

Happiness is a throng of people
Clad in blue and gold
Milling at the subway station
Wandering aimlessly across the streets

Towards the centerpiece of town
The arena, filing in
Happiness is looking around
Seeing thousands rally to the cause
Eighteen thousand six hundred and eighty nine friends for a night
United under one goal

It’s the emotion, the feelings
The memories, and triumphs
And so many failures
But failures together.

The signs across the years
Playing through my head
Awinagainov
Don’t Quit on Us
And Two Minutes for Hooking

The calls, the calls
Darling and Lorentz and Jeanneret
Timeless words
Reaching across generations
Uniting young and old.

It’s the hardest tears I’ve ever cried
And the happiest I’ve felt.
The passion, the excitement.
This isn’t a team
This is no game.
This is a community, a city
A bond beyond all.

This is what we live for
This is what we die for
This, in all its disappointment
In all its glory, in all it’s heartbreak
This is happiness.
Happiness
Is Eighteen thousand, six hundred ninety.
Singing Neil Diamond.
Late at night.

Take the picture, living life
Snap the shutter suddenly
Poses are lies, etched in time
Candid captures the honesty
I can see the smile
I can almost hear the laugh
You can’t freeze what’s already frozen
Cracked smiles are so empty
I prefer the depth of the unexpected flash
Preserve not the event itself
Preserve the memory, the emotion
Snap the shutter when I’m not looking
The best thing in life, you don’t even see happen
At least
Not in the moment.