Roses are red and violets are blue
I sit here and smile, thinking of you
And wish I were a much better man
Grown up way better than Peter Pan
But what you see, is what you get
And I hear you see it all ... and yet ...
Rosebuds will open, and violets shrink
Whichever this was, it was what I think
The excitement builds,
as hands are warmed
and hearts unwound
and, soon, trees adorned.
Christmas again?
Oh, Christmas! At last!
A happier smile
and, zip, it's all past.
But the excitement builds
as the hands are warmed
Yours is the body
With hands, adorned.
Time again
Raises it's head
To reveal
The shape and hollows
Of the life that
Could have been.
No sooner said
Than lost.
Happy discovery
With a heavy cost
Never wanting
Grief or pain
I find the need
To embrace it again.
Laughter, love,
And easy sight
These alone get
Me through the night.
Tender touch and
Secret smile
Never near, so ...
Wait a while..
Time again has
Raised it's head ...
Pointing out
That which is dead.
Could have been you
And could have been me
Never knowing
We'll just wait and see.
My life, in the 10 items or less lane:
Here are the 10 things I really hate,
That make me want to stand out in the rain.
Ten things that are really not so great.
Fundamentists, of any stripe or belief,
Criticism without love between me and you
Obeying somebody's rules without relief
Looking around for someone to screw
Laughing at another's deepest pain
Feelings of loss, when it's only money
Gorgeous people that are way too vain
Forgetting your name and calling you Honey.
Wolves in sheep's clothing, and leaders that lie.
Ten things I would gladly wave bye-bye.
But then there is more, the flip side of these.
Ten things should forever blow in my breeze.
Waking up smiling, knowing your there.
Having a way to start out all brand new
Believing I can be me, no matter where.
Looking forward to deep conversations with you.
Wishes and hopes and the those things that last
Childhood memories of walking inside true love
Listening to the wind and the dreams from the past
Finally getting in touch with the gods up above
And, oh yes, I know there are yet two more
But these I can't tell you, not today at least
Say their name and they walk right out the door
Becoming that which is hated; part of the beast.
Your love and mine ... well, it's just for today.
Freedom to laugh, and deep silliness too
Never again will we both feel this way
But right now forever means: "I love you"
There are other ways to hide
Ways to safely access
The feelings of lonliness inside
My way leaves my house a mess
There are other ways to hide
And though while I dance to
The tune of ancient tears I've cried
I can see there is a chance you
Will smile, for I have not lied
About the pain, the anger, and the rest..
Expressing music is what I've tried ...
My path towards joy a visual test
There are other ways to hide
Ways to safely access
The feelings of lonliness inside.
Dancing is just ... my best guess.
Funny thing is, I have no idea what to say.
I don't think you'll be reading this for a message,
For we have no eConnections, so maybe that's okay.
Perishable feelings can't be stored in a fridge
So they get stuck here, to remind myself
That you're the most intriguing person I've met
Since I took dancing off my storage shelf
And let it become twisted and dirty and wet
As is only fitting for movement in hot climates.
I may be a full grown man, and I may rhyme with you
And we may get together some day, if it all fits,
And we notice that we are not quite through.
I miss you tonight, and for years before we did dance
There was an person-shaped vacuum ...
A no-pressure region in the area of romance.
There are no kisses being stored in my back room
Waiting for you. Kisses don't store well.
They aren't like dreams in any way,
As kisses never make one feel like hell
And are handled best by blowing them away.
I was thinking, just the other day,
That passion, specifically mine,
Had died.
It's been a few day now, and,
though I had expected it to change,
It didn't.
So, what the heck?
What's up with flatness?
(Don't laugh.)
I can usually find clue,
When I've strayed from the path.
Not today.
Passion, usually referring to
Feelings of intense desire
And attraction.
Missing in action, it seems,
Or missing due to inaction
Perhaps.
See ... I told you. Even the poem
Lacks the luster and shine
Of strong feelings.
If this is the way it all ends
I am NOT happy about it
At all.
You and I create
A safe space
To joyfully acknowledge
The breath of life
In today's sunshine.
Oh, it didn't last
It never does
But it's always so fresh
And wonderful and
Deep every time.
How odd it must seem
Outside that space?
It's just fabulous
What you've done
With the place.
Once in a dream
A happy heart
Today's sunshine
Bringer of promise
Quiet joy will start.
Neither God nor the gods are dead
And yet I meet few who know
How to converse with a deity.
Life is this gift to our senses
This gift to our heart and mind
And just so darn enjoyable
I just have to wonder, sometimes,
Who they think they are thanking
When they meditate or pray?
Neither God nor the gods are dead
Even Schroedinger's god may or may not exist
And yet all I really want is a good conversation.
One more good conversation,
To end the day, or begin it anew
One more conversation with you.
Love, light, & laughter ... BobL
How flawed would I have to be?
IQ point per hour of TV?
I make better choices, me.
I look for clues to reality.
Some place to hang my sanity
But how flawed would I have to be?
I make better choices, me.
Practice my dexterity
Flexibility and philosophy.
Some place to hang my sanity
Find out what it means to me.
How flawed do I have to be?
Saw this clue 'bout reality
Came while watching my TV
We're all perfectly flawed as we can be.
But how flawed do I have be?
Need those clues to reality.
Find out what it means to me.
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