I'd make you mine...
If I could find the time...
I'd brush my teeth (cover my bruised knees)
and where something to please
you're lovely appetites
[Theme parks
and maybe some thrill rides
sunburn
when were out all day
beach-bums
days turn
and i'm wishing you won't spurn
me
Theme parks and maybe some thrill rides]
I'd scream "GO TEAM" at the game....
I'd put you're EX to shame...
I know I'm rough to tame
And although we feel the same
I still feel alone inside
Oh I'll bring you breakfast in bed
And act interested
(when you talked)
I'd make believe
Always was meant to be
Us for infinity
[Theme parks
and maybe some thrill rides
sunburn
when were out all day
beach-bums
days turn
and i'm wishing you won't spurn
me...
Theme parks, and maybe some thrill rides]
I know everyone's got to pay a bond to love you
(to love)
I see everybody says you're not meant to be alone
I know everyone's got to pay a bond to love you
(to love)
I said everybody sees you're not meant to be alone
[Theme parks, and may-be some thrill rides
sunburn
when we were out-all-day
beach-bums
days turn
and i'm wishing you won't spurn
me
Because the days burn
when i don't have you
to love me]

I've made a new record I'll call Rita and
You can play it on a long day,
Swinging in la dolce vita.
Passport pictures and coins
In a cottage by the sea, in western Britannia, among
Colossal monolith-like ruins on jade mounds.
And I'll regard well the traces of murmurs
Echoing off the stones
In whistles and moans
Under a drizzle of rain.
I'll sleep by the wishing well speaking in tongues;
Dribbling words and phrases;
Shifting, till still, In silence.
I'll nurture my urge with the cosmos
Under a blacken'd trove
Outnumbered by trillions of freckled
Galaxies fairly distributed.

Only one light bulb glares like
A broken down dressing room;
Flickering, like it was on a wick, and
Dancing vibrantly to
A Marc Bolan tune.
Shape-shifter paradise
When the moon come'th
And the creaks cease to sound;
Only impressions, vaguely dreamt,
When the noise is turned down.
Waves,
Like trimming,
Glide In the space around the room;
Whispers faint, and dim,
Speak of paranoia and doom.
Pensive and pondering I lye,
Taken aback,
On patios at night smoking cigarettes.
Lilacs on crescent moon walks
For a cheap change of scenery.
Lunaphilia for my imprisoned internal talks
Feeds my dreary summer softly.

I thought about you for a while today,
Imagined all the things I’d like to hear you say.
You said many things I wanted to be true,
And when I fantasized I said, “I love you, too.”

If only I could feel the things you feel,
Are you just a friend, or will more be revealed?
I know I’m not the perfect specimen.
But I love you now, and I will love you till the end.

And when you think of me,
Remember me with kindness.
If you go away,
Please, close the door with tenderness.
And all you are,
Is everything you could have been to me.
I know you would,
If only you could love me.

I sat in silence with my thoughts today.
And then I practiced all these things you’ll hear me say.
I never knew I had such feelings inside.
I would have said before, if it weren’t for my pride.

The truth is more like that I fear too much,
And do women like their men to be tough?
I wonder maybe if there could be a chance,
If I am bolder, so I’m here to show my stance.

And when you think of me,
Remember me with kindness.
If you go away,
Please, close the door with tenderness.
And all you are,
Is everything you could have been to me.
I know you would.
If only you could love me.

I knew that if I wore my feelings on my sleeve,
There was a chance that things would change and you would leave.
One in a million lucky few can feel like this.
I want to thank-you.
I love you.
You’re worth the risk.

My heart’s not broken, but it’s fortified.
You’ve taught me lessons, you brought joy to my life.
You’ve shown me kindness, and when to let go.
And lots of other things, I think you should know.

I have to tell you all these words I’ve said
Have just been swimming loudly ‘round in my head.
I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.
I am in love, even though you’re probably not.

And when you think of me,
Remember me with kindness.
If you go away,
Please, close the door with tenderness.
And all you are,
Is everything you could have been to me.
I know you would.
If only you could love me.

I knew that if I wore my feelings on my sleeve,
There was a chance that things would change and you would leave.
One in a million lucky few can feel like this.
I want to thank-you.
I love you.
You’re worth the risk.

Was writing for a musician friend, a guitarist, to see what he could do. Negotiations are on the table. Lyrics completed dec. 29, 2015. All copywrites reserved by the writer.

SCREAM!
Let rain weary woes out and on,
Over and over again with words,
Paintbrushes and songs or snapshots.
Insights, Revelations, traces of constellations;
Feeling that which is infinite.
Forever separate from bills,
Laundry, groceries, dishes and co-workers.
Transcendent existence of space and time,
While we throw ***** at pins in alleys
And make love In bedrooms,
On tables, and floors and
Pick flowers in Spring-time.
This Intuitive, all-knowing being let in on the secret.
Are we distant cousins, faceless, nameless, often mistaken as a
Stranger?
Bedecked In glacial relating;
With a laughter like wind chimes!
You know we're made of
Mother Earth's organic substance and
Father sky's astral star-drops.
Same flow the rivers of the world go forth,
Into the same veins, with similar
Dreams (unified voices)
Interlaced like beads on string.
To define us, the source itself,
Is a mystery that
No philosopher could decipher,
No conqueror could find and,
No scientist could discover.

Under heavens zephyrs,
In a bewitching renaissance;
Flat whiskey soaked pianos askew a lilac-like ambiance.
Over willows breath; strung aback tight, like drum-skin,
Two shadows stand with their hands clasped
Like star-baby fashion.
Somber, old and darling vinyl vanity sets;
Crystal ***** on earrings.
Spider satin brew on honey-dew nights;
In floating teacups we are spinning.
In twilight mines; hypnotized sirens.
Tethered feathers strung in hair.
Glimmering lakes and bonfires,
Fireflies echoing therein.
Mystical sunrises slighted by
Crystal skylines;
Torn hearts left barren with
Dilated pupils In misty eyes

So when can I see you again
and when can I see you?
When can I ruffle your vague skirts
into a turmoil of waves
on the flustered reach of your thighs?
When can I lean my breath
against your ear to brush those drums
with my feathering voice?

When again can I kiss
the flagrant mischief of your mouth
or fever my fingers
in the dark arches of your form
I want to be alone with you
in your revelation
and falter at the flesh revealed

Can I undo your clothes and leave
Strewn puddles of patterns
like islands in the carpet seas?
Shall I take you naked
Into the broiling avalanche
Storming down your senses
to feel the brightening rapture
of your thunderous cries?

In a dance of few steps
shall I press my weight against you
and trace your pulsing blood
to find the riot in your nerves
beneath the careful veils
of your long attended beauty?

I seek subversive grace
and dream of your disheveled hair

When?
.
Or if you would prefer
I could take you to the movies