Quite picturesque the parkway,
where this moment shines sublime.
All our songs to ring in peace here,
meant to share, both yours and mine.
So complete this dream-like setting.
In the light, new hopes to show.
Life's clear gracings we're to find now,
where rich colors are aglow.
Quite vivid be the beauty,
as we gaze upon the scene.
Ripe the grounds here all around us,
while the sun's rays brightly beam.
Filled with joy this blissful feeling.
Higher faith to see us through.
Life's true blessings we're to know now,
since our love came into view.
For quite picturesque the parkway,
where this moment shines sublime.
All our songs to ring in peace here,
meant to share, both yours and mine.
After Listening To A Toad The Wet Sprocket Song
'Tis great listening
to Air Supply; it is a
music genre, too
Sitting in my car, fronting moves, thinking ‘bout you
Feeling sorry for myself,
but should be carrying for ya
Black Sunday escapades
Night driving endless pains
For....
You make April spring
You make the birds and rivers sing
You have the powers to repair my heartstrings
Your the reason I don’t succumb to insanity
(That will be the prequel to my life)
I’ve never ever seen anything as beautiful as your golden beams
I’ve always knew something ‘bout giving everything, to you
So let’s dance and sing to another never ending dream
(This is the abridged version of my life)
Your smile echoes distant spring
and passion’s burning screams
I’ll never take anything that you haven’t already given me
(That was the sequel to my life)
(That will be the prequel to my life)
If I had another dream
(This is the abridged version of my life)
If I can change everything
(That was the sequel to my life)
I would lift that burden from ya,
that nothingness that’s life
(The nothingness of life)
Sitting watching the stars
Distant constellations of you dance far
Should go back to my car
But too drunk to go on
For....
You control my dreams
You take and brake everything
So be a darling
And spread your soul upon me
(That will be the prequel to my life)
If I had another dream
(This is the abridged version of my life)
If I can change everything
(That was the sequel to my life)
I would lift that burden from ya,
that nothingness that’s life
(The nothingness of life)
[Innocent brutality and violence,
instrumental and part-and-parcel to daily life?
Not if you transcend this nightmare
To bring a different type of strife
To bring an end to life’s regrets of death,
pleasure, and sexual delight]
(Roses are blood red
Violence is you
Sugar makes you sneeze
Life’s everlasting truth)
When we become the music,
babe, the flowers come in bloom.
When we become the music,
babe, the sunshine claims our room.
And our hearts, they be in beating,
so together, so in tune.
When we become the music,
you shine hope throughout my gloom.
The mood now set, the wonders,
so alive and mixing free.
The mood now set, the colors,
shining clear for you and me.
For our love now so revealing,
all these vibes in harmony.
Yes, our love now so revealing,
while the songs, dear, play in key.
When we become the music,
all we hear, we'll come to see.
Heart and soul, it's never ending,
with our passions playing free.
'Cause such love, it's in the music,
and the music's where we're found.
Oh, such love, it's in the music,
splendid bliss, it fills the sound.
Yes, we're found within the music,
and the music's always true.
Yes, we're found within the music,
soundwave visions so anew.
'cause our hearts, they be in beating,
so together, so in tune.
When we become the music,
you shine hope throughout my gloom.
You drive the wheel that moves my machine.
You make the days less lonely when I am weak.
You put passion in the hues of pastoral scenes.
You forgive my frivolities, and hear the call.
You steal madness away when I am gulled.
You are my everything, my all.
You, you are pretty in your pink,
And forgive the measures of the weaker link.
When I am drunk you take a drink.
Even if I'm a wallflower at the ball,
That's okay, you do not stall.
You are my everything, my all.
Your words steal the black edges of things;
And you transfix me when you sing.
You move me with poetry written at the brink.
You take time for children and homeless dogs.
You pick up my glasses and wash off the fog.
You are my everything, my all.
Yo ulack the paranoia I often find.
You make a metaphor of simple things, like time.
You are a goddess imbued with rhyme.
And I am lucky, for I am dull
And not the prince young girls dream of at all.
Still, you are my everything, my all.
You wrap yourself in your father's flag.
You never quit, or quibble, or sag.
You join me at the hip when I am glad.
It's true, I somteims wrongly lurch for walls
To imprison you, and never free you from my love.
But, simply, you are my everything, my all.
The best of me for a cup of herbal tea. I demand
To watch you drink with your elegant hands.
We are lovers and best friends.
When I'm with you all past heartache dissolves,
And whne you're gone your letters expand on it all.
You are my everything, my all.
You are an alpha, yet you accept an opened door
And a paid check, and a swept floor.
You are an angel in the moors.
I am the ugly American who wrote this song.
I don't have money, or loving throngs,
But I have you, my everything, my all.
Your eyes are blue, or are they brown?
You live just on the outskirts of town.
And when I extoll on the vices of warring clowns
Or enter a plea for peace this fall,
You temper my fever with a gentle call.
You are my everything, my all.
My love,
My everything,
My all, in my uniform I salute you.
It's every moment for you, my beauty.
Thank you.
I share a bathroom with a
Lion tamer who lives down the hall.
One room.
It's not a small bathroom per say
But it is just one room.
We pass the time while shitting by writing the names
Of millionaires and famous people
On toilet paper.
Anyone really.
An historical figure, the lastest craze,
They all become notes on little squares
For the two of us to read.
We ask each other the big questions, too.
Questions like if you would marry
This or that famous dead person if they were alive today. Or,
If hell is the world's suffering
What happens to it after revelations?
Or, have you noticed that God's hand
Writes the best Haiku's,
The most profound messages imaginable
And with an economy of space?
Like, cut the kids in half, for example.
We've passed anything and everything
Back and forth over the years.
I've never met him, this man
I share a bathroom with.
The roar of his lions is enough for me.
I hear stories.
I hear that he's become something of a media personality.
That's he's very successful.
That he has his hands full.
That he's balancing a lot but
Very curious in what I've been up to.
We share one bathroom
So of course we grate on each other's nerves.
I think I've called him damn near every name in the book.
I know he's called me a few.
To sum it up his shit stinks and he's in denial.
Or the other way around
Given the circumstances.
No lie. Every name in the book.
But he hasn't written in a while.
I can feel myself dying a little.
Days have gone by, no,
Weeks. I think maybe a month.
Last night I broke the toilet lid on purpose.
The bastard's killing me with silence.
I've decided to do something drastic.
I'm going to knock on his door down the hall.
To hell with the lions.
No, I'm not going to do that, but something.
I have to. I have no other choice.
I'm going to knock on his door and confront him
Before he moves out, if he's moving out.
I admit it, I need him.
Not like a pet or even
A friend.
Just someone, something
I can't live without.
There are other, more inconsequential note passers
But it's not the same.
They have nothing to say worth listening to and they know it.
At best it's a glib insult. To which I reply,
Good job, you found the barrel.
But I can't move out of this place.
I'm going to knock.
It's all very simple.
You see, he's a god
And I'm very constipated.
That's what his last note said to me in fact.
You're a god.
I haven't had the chance to say ditto.
Or that my compass,
My order for space,
Depends upon him.
Weaving through the juniper on my way to your house,
Making my way by light of Saturn amidst constellations,
From my front yard I think I can almost make out a mouse.
I was young when I first jumped in my car and headed down.
Now I'm nearly middle aged and the dream doesn't die.
You have thick curls, scented ribbons, and lilacs, and gowns,
And I have a dream compass that takes me to flight.
Pieces of youth trail me all the way down to the shore
But that's not where you are. I get out of my car,
And turn for the woods and up a trail to see
Fireflys make a city of snapping electricity.
It's summer and it's warm, and I think I lost my keys,
But that hardly bothers me because you're heaven to me.
You're heaven to me.
There's a dirt bike in a ditch, and I hit a suburban lot.
I ride in figure eights passed granmother's plot.
I hurry passed the middle school where juveniles scrawl graffiti.
I yell at the little kids who think they're being sneaky.
Then I stop at a tree, grab my knife, draw a heart and write names
Just in case you want to see it, or rendezvous there all the same.
It's old Mcallister's field where they hold the county fair.
I once took a piece of straw and held it in my teeth one year.
I was an American prince just waiting to hear
Those words you hear in movies and top 40 tracks.
I was perfect, save the small scar on my back.
Football Friday nights faded. Grey hairs replaced acne.
But that hardly bothers me anymore because you're heaven to me.
You're heaven to me.
In town "Old Crow" is picking something fierce.
Long beards around here don't make you lonesome or weird.
A little rum, or maybe whiskey pepper the drinks at the bars
Which spill out onto the sidewalk under the crisp evening stars.
I'm sober as the morning, so I jump back in my car
And head back down the road to your three story estate.
The harvest moon is low. The waves caress my thoughts.
It's not the first time I've journeyed for what can't be bought.
Some may say dreams are empty, but life's in the passage.
I must be a child for thinking so long and hard about your visage.
Even so, I don't mind it much, nor the late moonlit sea.
It ebbs and flows with its currents. You're a vision to squeeze.
No, it hardly bothers me anymore because you're heaven to me.
You're heaven to me.
Collapse into these drunken eyes.
Darling, your mascara is smeared.
You're so beautiful when you cry.
Do you mind if I call you dear?
Life is so big, so penetrating.
It's a city at the ice caps.
Drunk and wild lets disappear
Behind the blinds of this small flat.
You skated past me so majestically
When we first met that time.
There's no more work at the factory,
But love is still sublime.
There's no more work at the factory
And yiour job prospects look dim.
You have a mountain of bills to pay
And a car with broken rims.
Baby, you're a big girl now.
It's a big world, with big problems.
Love can bandage many pangs,
But love can't always solve them.
You said you loved eccentrics.
You ran your hand down your slight arm.
You picked at your roller skates.
Your fair skin had me disarmed.
And I was fond of you 'til now.
'Til now I had something to say.
But now you're something bigger.
Someone true to span the days.
You have broken into pieces.
We sway beneath a fan.
If I hadn't caught you weeping
I'd scarcely be a man.
Janis Joplin rasps from the stereo.
The night pounds on and on.
You cling to me like a father
But I feel more like a son.
So if you're done with crying
Allow me to interrupt this embrace
With a kiss from someone dumb
As if this weren't the case.
You are tremendous in your dress.
You are a day's delight.
You are a mouse with fig leaves,
A crescent moon at night.
I am just a poor boy.
I am borken in many ways.
There's food and love I'm left with,
And perhaps your luring ways.
Don't hang from me like a cloth.
Inject life into these veins.
We're both drunk and stupid for it.
We have no reason to complain.
Kiss me by the spider's moon.
Allow me to interrupt you,
All your crying for just one moment.
A life together draws soon.
At least the promise, the simple hope.
It's come to me just now.
If I could tell you how I feel
You'd surely lose your scowl.
For you are something special,
And if one can love just once
With all his best intentions
That's something he has done.
I had to destroy you so I could adore you.
I had to tell you my true thoughts
So that I could make peace with my inner beast
And not feel as though I had been bought.
I had to desecrate the bed where lay your head
So that I could lay mine next to yours.
I'm a man of great pride just hoping to retire.
I'm a virgin but that don't make me pure.
I was firmly against and truly did resent
Everything that came with what was wound.
But then you listened, and started to glisten,
Like a doctor stooped to a kid on the ground.
So if you feel like a martyr I'll read you some Sartre
To bring you gently back down to the earth,
And kiss you with longing while the sky is falling
Like rose petals by the hearth.
And if you feel disgraced just let the days
Pass by you, and you will recover.
I will count to eleven by the gates of heaven
Even if I'm ripped asunder.
I'm a kid from the street unused to leaden wheat
And fancy cups, and a lack of pain.
I'm an old prize fighter performing all nighters
And utterly insane.
But if you can forgive such a deadly sin
We can dance, two lovers toward the infinite,
While living a life spry in yellow sunlight.
Who could possibly try to resist it?
You're the princess you were the day you were born.
I am gravel, spit, and thorn.
Inside there beats a passion to reach
As the dirt washes off of my sores.
And if I could kiss you I would instantly miss you,
Collect myself, and kiss you again.
Mediocrity is simple, and easy to please,
However, not like a state of Zen.
So if you're ever lonely or have extra money
There's a man far away who deserves you.
'Til then this is a pen, a page and a man
Sending his love like a death to serve you.
You are America, the beautiful.
I'm married to my country, and the service.
You are an easing, the gentlest pleasing
To make mirth until my fever is worth it.
Love is a vessel to keep close within you
And reach up and kiss the god's.
Hate is a blank rage without conscience.
Please understand the chains I dawn.
I'm a holy sinner. I'm not getting much thinner.
A prince and a pauper aging before your eyes.
I will replace the nest you have found best
The day you draw your last breath, and die.
Like the angel Beatrice you pulled me from hell,
And lifted me to a place I had never seen.
It's a place with gold roads and crystal warm snow
Like the America we once liked to believe.