Flowing From My Veins

We wished our days away
skipping rocks across the water,
imitating our lives and
the shallowness of it all.
Some bounced across
making it half way,
but others fell short
and sunk to the depths,
and I couldn’t help but wonder
which rock my life would mimic
the journey of. 

We ran out of inhibitions
when we realized
that it didn’t matter,
words couldn’t restrict us,
gossip couldn’t restrain,
ideas can’t box us in, and
the invisible can’t detain
that which doesn’t exist.

We were lost to them
and found in ourselves,
the lost generation,
the sons of rebellion,
offspring of the fall.
How could we possibly think
that we are of worth?
But now, I ask, how can they
place a price on our heads
and lead us like cattle,
thinking that their laws
can govern that which
was never theirs to rule?

So we filled up our bags
with sweets, with everything
that they told us not to
and we ran into the streets
and marched free
with all of our sins
for the world to see,
and it didn’t matter;
nothing mattered
but the scent of the sea
and the careless breeze,
begging us to join in
and simply be. 

You, you
stole me at once, once
I could walk away, away
from them.

They lie; lie
with me now, now
that we are free, free
to exist.

Lead me down, down
to where you are; are
you sure it’s all right, right
here with you?

They told me no, no
one could love like this, this
thing between us isn’t, isn’t
that sad?

But we know the truth; truth
is you are my only; only
time will be able to tell, tell
them we are.

Grab me and hold me close; close
your bright eyes and drink me in; in
this time nothing matters more, more
than you and this.

Trace the line

Down her spine

Arch her back

Make her whine

Kiss her hips

Remove her lace

And when you’re done

Don’t leave a trace.

There once was a girl who lived in Spain
Who liked a boy that she couldn’t entertain
Because twice a day her internet was out
So there was nothing they could talk about.
She got all sad and didn’t know what to do
Because all she wanted was to tell him, “I miss you.”
This is her story, full of tears and pain,
Because all of her attempts are totally in vain.
So to him, her desirable, distant man,
She sends all the apologies and kisses she possibly can.

Struggling to stand
I strap on my shoes
Straddle the floorboards
Step one, step two…
Shadows speak to me
I slump against a wall
Stumbling in the obscure dark
Suspicious stares from all
The statues and paintings
Their screeches and screams
Beckoning me forth
Out of these dreams
But I stretch on through
The silence, the stalker
For I suddenly realize
That I am just a sleepwalker.

For some reason we get into a fight
For some reason I extinguish our light
For some reason you are taken tonight 

        Or if I don’t see you in the morning
        Or if you happen to forget
        Or if you always wondered
        (But never knew)

I want you to know
That through all of this time
It’s always, without a doubt,
Been all for you.

Let it run over
 Like a b r o k e n dam
  
Spill through the walls
        Cascade out
                            of
                                hand
  
And when they ask why
  Tell them simply that

Love can’t be contained. 

There is a war going on outside my window
Between the things I hate and the things I love
That fiery ball of endless warmth above
Has fallen to the white daggers of snow.

And as I am on the inside, peering out
This disdain for this war, I try to shove
In place of the knives, I picture a dove
But in my heart there lies too much doubt.

There is a war, indeed, and winter has won
In this moment of time, I must accept defeat
This battle is lost, but come April, victory will be sweet
And so I will wait patiently for my love, the sun.