I crave your hair that I never got stroke.
Oh, how would it feel to have you caress mine.
I crave your hands that I never got to hold.
Oh, how would it feel to interlock them with mine.
I crave your lips that I never got to touch.
Oh, how would it feel to have them meet mine.
I crave you, your everything, your all.
Oh, how would it feel to finally call you mine.
Who Wouldn’t Mind Being Remembered?
Who wouldn’t mind being remembered?
It’s not the same as wanting fame -
Naiveté’s vanity its other name.
Who wouldn’t mind some impact?
An itch to reach out
Maybe teach, knowing one knows so little –
Naught at all – We are so small.
But art is there,
And impulse wants from within wants out,
Shouts quietly with word
When you yourself have disappeared.
Who Wouldn’t Mind Being Remembered? 8.16.2017
Birth, Death & In Between II;
Already I can feel my feelings for you grow
Looking at you makes me think how much you mean to me, I can
Look at you and constantly get my mind sweeped
The thought of you makes me weak
Hearing your voice makes me weak
Endlessly playing our days alone makes me weak
Reluctantly I can see me and you can possibly be meant to be
Except there are obvious obstacles
In life you are filled with choices and decisions
So many choices and decisions...
In my mind I do know that I am willing to go the distance
So, I will go and I will know that you in my life gives me new existence
You change the meaning of love for me
Or do you just add more to it?
Unfortunately, I can't really answer
But I can say
Love is a wide variety of things
And you hit more off that variety than I ever felt before
The feelings I have for you I can't help but adore
And being with you makes me always want more
The time I spent with you
The time I do spend with you
The time I got to share with you
The time I do share with you
All of that time is seamless
My feelings for you only grow
They grow to the point where I don't know how much of it to show
Sometimes I get confused if I should show less or more finesse
More or less I do show more and with finesse
And when I think of you, everything else becomes less and less
And my mind just becomes a mess
To the point where I need to rest to get my mind off of you
But all there is, is you
When you say you're "eww"
I can't help but think how that's not even close to true
Because thinking of you and you're eyes and their perfect shade of blue
All that leads up to is me thinking how unbelievably not true
You can try to argue but
I love you
And that IS true
All there is
Life Is A Corned Beef Hash
Life is a corned beef hash -
Or chicken, pork or any stash
Of edibles you have at hand.
If you are clever
You will use the cleaver
To make dishes
Guests will never understand
With formulaic words
How to make the bouquet of accolades
(Wow! That was pufferific!)
All you have to do is focus,
Be a tiny bit courageous,
Use a quantity of hocus pocus
So your genius
Your mine of treasure
The impromptu measure
of the moment.
Life Is A Corned Beef Hash 8.12.2017
A Sense Of the Ridiculous II;
puffery – in case you didn’t know: exaggerated praise; hyperbole.
The elk are uneasy
It's time to cross the lake
You can see it in their faces
The way their noses
Are just so still
The lake is a river
Polar bears are caught
Coughing, paddling for the shore
To no avail
The elk stand tall
Take one step