roses and violets lend us a clue

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 ...

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 and time again

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.

Life in the Fast Lane

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"

A Reason to Dance

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.
  

Blowing You Kisses

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 ...

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.

Death Song For Dogbreath

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.

random conversations

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

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.

Listening to:

  • Since You've Been Gone
    Dancing Bob =-and his-= Imaginary Band: Shaman Rock - the Happy Cat Sessions

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