Nightime

At night time when it's dark and the night begins to flood, I'll think of past time memories. So I know when those moments come to look up in the sky cause in reality I'm lookin directly into your eyes, once upon a time it was all I could do, to keep myself from doing things I didn't think I could. All the right words to say were flyin like a bat, through my head talkin specifically about this and about that, Undecisive and unable to keep a conversation down pat, I would have spoken about how I think the entire world is flat because people are so one sided I can read them like a book. It was all the strength within me I swear that's what it took, not to get up at that moment and look for things which I found mysterious about our past. Think about it, how long did we last? At first we took things slow afraid of going fast like the cars on the highway , but like NASCAR tracks there's no escaping the facts that even within the moment you couldn't hold back the way you said you felt which mirrored the way I still do. I'm lost, it's night time and in my room is where you'll find me, lookin up at the stars hoping that one of those infinitly distant stars light will suddenly rain into my eyes and blind me, but not my eyes, my brain. Take that and leave my eyes for to me it's the same, I'll never see another as Long as inside the place I think inside my skull you remain.

A World Without Violence

Babygirl, close your eyes and picture a world without violence. Where things still go wrong, accidents and mistakes but when they do no one takes things out of proportion with fists. Imagine how we'd all exist, could I love you more? Or better? Though we don't argue or fight I'd be filled with happiness at the delight played on your face when instead of words of disgust in your heart you would trust me to say beautiful things when things got sour. To those that do, put fists into action with slight dissatisfaction imagine a world without violence, instead of fists because mess my fingers on your face I'd caress the beauty that's worth waking up for every morning. So I look forward to it, in the morning get the way I like my coffee wrong, start my day as a grouch just so I can start the early morning with the compliments adorning the things about you I love. Like a Raging waterfall of rage but opposite, no arguments exist in this peaceful nonchalant world. It's almost disgusting, you know how people are when in the public eye they go far to show affection, 24/7 googly eyes head over heels or heels over hearts constant in heart fire sparks would be created, that's the way a world without violence would be operated.

A Song For You

I wrote you a song once. The entire week I dared not speak, I was afraid if I opened my lips to speak the words on my mind like uncaged birds they would flutter away never to be seen again. The scraps of paper that littered my floor were purchased at the store nonstop, and each time the pen would scratch the surface on the line I couldn't help but find myself lost, as if the words were gone. The days began to bleed, into night they melted and when I least expected the moon would leave and in it's place the sun arose. Atlast my task was done, a song on paper written to explain how I was smitten with the angelic being that is you. I raced and raced to your homely resting place to sing for you the sweet gentle mellow creation I did create with you in mind. For miles and miles I had aligned as many people I could find on Such short notice as I raced to your homely resting place to recite the thing I procured from my mind that reminded me of you. And so with shaking hands I took from my pocket the note I'd written that explained how smitten with you I really was, a true confession of my love. Here I stand my shaking hands and legs and feet and teeth and Tongue to acknowledge the mistake I've done, though Your love through song express is tantalizing I regret, I cannot sing.