t watson

t watson Jul 2015

Today I saw void in your eyes
It's a look I've grown to despise
Growing up outside the lines
Is so important say the wise

Your jewelry and glitter all a glow
I want you to see what I already know
To feel yourself and let it flow
The universe doesn't need a show

You need to know that it's not bad
Be yourself with what you've always had
Someday this pain will turn to mad
If I don't protect you from your dad

t watson Jul 2015

Porch Time

For a moment on my porch,
while staring at the moon with his face in full bloom,
listening to the nurture of your gentle tune,
inhaling the scent of fresh lavender perfume,
I could feel your essence like that day in the tiny room.

t watson Jul 2015

Moon Man Haiku

You appear tonight,
Mouth open, eyes protective
Thanks, man in the moon

t watson Jun 2015

Jazz: The addiction. Inspired by my friend Adam

Like a drug or wine it fills up the mind,
evacuating the brain one thought at a time.

At the mercy of it's creators, anticipation looms,
making cherished spaces out of standard rooms.

Seeking it out becomes an adventure;
sitting with it in solitude, our guilty pleasure.

Now we've become spoiled, or at least our ears.
Feeling so grateful, to that let's cheers!

On a bus in SF

t watson May 2015

seductress

She lures, leads, lusts, lies with eyes made of steel.

Her mind is weary, her body is easy, her soul incapable of feel.

Men and women alike fall into the trenches that she digs with her apeal.

Shell of a being, the pain she inflicts is real.

I'm human in every sense of the word and have now suffered some events untoward.

You will falter as you saunter through the halls; it won't be the first time you'll read your name on bathroom stalls.

t watson May 2015

universal provisions

The universe and it's provisions make
The worst situations great

A friend told me once to have faith,
sitting with that puts me in the right space

Knowing that things will be ok
Makes getting up easier each day

The root of all suffering is expectations,
worth tolerating for some relations

BUT, people will ultimately dissapoint,
Time for a glass or maybe a joint?

t watson May 2015

heart theif

We meet ever so randomly
On the streets or on the pier
The universe sends you to me
When I need you near

It doesn't occur to you
That you're my rock
My everlasting bridge
My once again on the dock

You will always live inside of me
Connecting the dots of my soul
To my sensuality
And making my rumble roll

The soft touch of your hand
On my head
Your hips in synch with mine
In your bed

Extracting the darkness from my mind
You insert yours into mine
Sweet Robbery I love you
No man makes me feel so fine

Now you're leaving, so you say
I know you need to find your way
Please know I'll be the "hi" to your "hey"
Constant, till my dying day

My phone auto-corrected this man's name into Robbery. It's appropriate.