can you tell me with your lips how your eyes perceive me?
do you see me as an intricate basket with colorful beads?
done so by ancient hands so expertly weaved?
can you tell me the secrets of the soil that clasps the roots of the trees?
can you tell me all the names and whispers you hear in the breeze?
can you tell me how you always know the ice is thick enough to walk on after the winter's fourth freeze?

can you tell me how your eyes always know how to find me through a drunken crowd?
even through all the smoke from the hundreds of people creating this dust cloud
can you tell me how you always know when I'm saying things out loud?
even when the music is blaring
and the bartenders can't read the words people have mouthed
and say "sorry, if you want a drink you'll need to shout"
can you tell me why you smile when I lean out the window as you drive over and over again circling this roundabout?

Can you tell me how you've always known the tone of my breath and the song of my soul?
Can you tell me why somedays it feels like our first time meeting at a school dance back in the days of old?
Can you see us standing at the table with the snacks and the spiked fruit punch bowl?
Can you see me trying to catch the words of this song in whole? they're playing this new type of music, "have you heard it before? you ask me, they call it rock'n'roll"
Can you tell me you'll walk me home? hold my hand like it's the first time and forget I live just three houses past the big light pole?
Can we keep talking and maybe kiss at the end of this stroll?
"Can you tell me something about you?" I ask because knowing you deeper is a different type of beauty to behold
I smile as you tell me "I always loved when my aunt would make her thanksgiving broccoli and cheddar casserole"

Can you tell me how with you nothing feels like sin
even when your lips trace over every inch of my skin?
Can you tell me how you know to always lift my chin
to look you in the eyes even when the woes wear on me from where I've been?
Can you tell me how you felt about me when you watched me order a cocktail with my favorite gin?
but now Can I tell you how long I've I loved you? it's actually long before I even knew our time together would begin

Eyes closed,
His voice a soft enchantment,
Wrapping me whole.
The music: wispy, gentle,
Whispers of love lost,
A sadness that pulls.
His fragile spirit aches,
And I long to heal him,
To be the shore
for his endless tide.
The song ends,
The spell fades,
And we drift apart.

You played me like a violin

with sweetest words and promises of sin.

And all I did was sing along, dance

in the gentle prison of your arms.



I gave in to your deceiving tunes,

to the symphony of lies and ruin.

Our song didn’t even last that long—

you left me in the rain all alone.



Doing everything to please you, I

lost the melody that was uniquely mine.

As the raindrops wash me of your touch,

I regret having met you so much.

He seems to have two spirits
I don't know
What it is
But it feels
Like ones gone
and another
is running the show
one in the past
another in the present
one for passion
another for life...

Honoring Buckethead Halloween
romaniac bucketb0t love

De la asta am plecat,
De aceea am continuat
Fără sa am vreo așteptare
De faptul ca am fost invitat,
De unde doar am menționat

Jason and Nick, Faustian Echoes dialogues my thoughts in regards to ours, lips my feelings.

"They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."

In eggphrastic way, I end and say
The sun gets its own shadow under Buckethead's light.

I see the joy
sparkling in his eyes

Like a kid
in a mans body

Wise
yet still playful

Grounded
Meticulous

His presence
is comforting
powerful

I see the age in his face
like the surface of the earth
worn
but not exhausted