Tuesday, April 21, 2009

she’s sweet


It's my fault,
I guess.
I just waited too long.

they say
it is the curse of all nice guys.

But
I'm not nice.

I'm not shy-
but maybe cursed.

all i have is your kindness,
your smile.

that smile heals
me.
your mouth-
beautiful, and kind
heals-
and i can only say, thank you-

thank you...

and

with this i let you go-
leaving
a bitter taste in my mouth-

the bitter taste
of defeat-

the bitter taste of
missed
opportunity-
of regret
of phantom kisses
of ever hearing my name on your lips-

I just waited too long.

Someone
told me you were a sweet girl.

I'll have
to take their word for it.



09'

soundtrack



You chose

34 songs to tell
your story.

everything from wham to LL. miss janet to shania, jay z to billy joel.
I listened.

it was suppose to be the soundtrack to your life
and i
caught a glimpses of a girl
becoming a young woman,
into an adult.

I can't pretend to know who you
really
are
based on
madaonna, ludacris and jimmy buffet

I can't pretend to know on
this alone, but
[I listened and tried to
understand.]

Last time I saw you
I told you had a positive vibe-
I think you are good people.

and I mean it.

I may never know all the words to your song-
but
i can hum along.



09'

Saturday, April 18, 2009

gonna be friends

for my new friend...



We are
gonna be friends,
and it pulls a grin on my face like
a curtain opening
the show on the stage.

We are gonna be friends,
and this time all
I have to offer-
Is all you
asking for.

there will be no broken hearts,
there will be no need to leave,
there will be no
goodbyes,


it is sincere,
and very few thing are these days.

we are gonna be friends
and
It makes me
smile.

09'

amble




some day I'll be in a rocking chair.

maybe lucid,
maybe
glitching between memory, daydreams and
crazy.

some day,
but not today-

today i choose to amble,
among the trees,
the streams
and rocks.

the heat of golden sunlight
the cold of the waters stream

the air in my lungs
connecting me to
it all-

communing with god-
communing with myself-

It's was a nice day for walk.

and I think I'll amble tomorrow as well
and the day after that,
and the day after that.

until I am too old-
too tired
and
no longer able to move-
until I am
not
even able to crawl on the floor
inching forward
on the all strength of my fingers
dragging my weight to freedom.

finally
surrendering to the rocking chair.
(but
not
one damn
second before.)

--

It was a nice day for a walk today.



09'

Thursday, April 02, 2009

curiosity

They came looking
because they know my name-


They came lookin for answers.

They came lookin
for me.

But
I can't help you.

They came lookin because
they were sure
something was there-

or they hoped I wouldn't let them down.

But
I can't help you.

[Curiosity kills
I know,
I've died many times-
myself.

Curiosity kills-
n'
You wanted to know,
n'
you still don't know-

Curiosity kills-
and you've already spent
eight other lives
on eight other names-

but i can't help you.

one left
one out of nine
and you came looking for me.

hoping I'd be the one,
someone
anyone.

I don't want to disappoint you-
with everything
with anything.

but I can't help you.

When you fall this time,
I hope you land on your feet.]

09'

high five



Maybe,
a high five
isn't very romantic,
and I should have asked your
name
sooner than I did.
much sooner than I did...

but the world is funny this way,
unpredicatble,
unplanned
and full of meant to be's and
might as well's, unscripted

this was one of a hundred diffrent ways-

and maybe a high
five wasn't very romantic...
but
[there will be time for romance,
there will be lot's of time-
all the things worth waiting for]

all great stories
have to start
somewhere,

and this is how ours began.

09'

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