27 February, 2007 at 12:24 (Uncategorized)

Dance with me, when did it become so hard,
To dance…
Dance with me a while, look at her hair at what she’s wearing,
Dance with me, when did it become so hard,
To dance…
Come on, take my hand, I’ll lead you out amongst the lights,
Just one dance…
We’ll look out at the lights and come straight back,
Dance with me, take this candle,
Blow it out,
Let me dance with her, let me dance with him,
Then I’ll dance with you again,
Out in our purple boat amongst the stars,
Don’t be afraid of the dark woods,
We’re dancing in the sky,
When did it become so hard to simply dance?

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25 February, 2007 at 11:45 (Uncategorized)

Did I go too far?
I wonder…
Did I laugh too loud and speak too much?
Is this excuse of simply being me,
One that I take too far.
I didn’t get to see you as much as I would have liked,
I didn’t get to talk,
I wonder…
Where did the time go?

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Listening To Beethoven

25 February, 2007 at 02:39 (Uncategorized)

Fur Elise was playing,
I slipped my arms around her shoulders,
Gently suggesting notes.
My mother played that tune beneath my bedroom,
In summer mornings as the light played over my bed.
I know it far too well.
I ran my fingers E, D sharp, E again,
Turned my head to see that kiss,
E, D sharp and E again,
I played as the light played over your skin,
I slipped my arms from her shoulders,
As she continued playing.
As this light pulled away from that kiss,
That Mills and Boon moment,
As the camera pulled back,
Fur Elise was playing,
My fingers felt that kiss,
E, D sharp and E again,
I reached for my pen.

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Hug Me Secret

25 February, 2007 at 02:33 (Uncategorized)

All we wanted to say, was how beautiful you were today,
And we both looked at the same time,
At the sparkle in your eyes,
I saw you turn,
Did you see how aware he was, with his back to you,
Each time you turned,
Each time your gaze lingered,
All we wanted to say, was how beautiful your eyes were,
I could not look away,
When they lingered by the stereo,
We saw you turn,
And held each other a little,
Because we saw, how beautiful you were today,
The sparkle in your eyes,
As your gaze, lingered.

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To The Fairest

24 February, 2007 at 11:46 (Uncategorized)

When have I ever written to you?
A novel, once, you never saw it.
When have I ever spoken to you?
Never really, I have always hidden it.
Yet, you are there, and I look on you,
Far too frequently,
Yet, you are there, and I see you,
Not at all.
Wind your fingers in my hair,
Wrap your arms around my waist,
Lets dance a little,
Tonight.

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Absolution

23 February, 2007 at 18:20 (Uncategorized)

I miss you, I never knew you, I miss you all the same,
All that we had, the broken conversations,
The lack of time and the love of music,
Seems so simple to me,
Take me back in your blue eyes, to those thirty seconds again,
Take me back in your blue eyes, to a summer day without rain,
Take me back to that day we never touched,
I miss you, I never really knew you, I miss you once again.
Grant me some respite from this pounding in my mind,
Give some sense of absolution to me,
There were no words when we fell in love,
Just some lyrics spinning through the way we marked our days,
Those broken conversations, the music that came in waves,
Touch me with that hand that always pulled back,
Give me some sense of the purity that these thoughts have taken away.
I miss you.
I miss the look that we shared,
Our very own eternity, exactly when it mattered,
Push in all thoughts of life on that,
And that is when it would have shattered.

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Fault

23 February, 2007 at 14:11 (Uncategorized)

Tiptoe grinning Trickster twisting through my spine,
Ah, to put the blame on a God, now that would be divine,
But this thing, this fault, this, this is all of mine.
Can you feel it, as the bottom falls from my world?
Can you feel it, as I lose the grip on my newly formed soul?
Did this thing become as sordid to you as it did to me?
When this should be high art, not some illicit secrecy.
Where did the mud come from as I tramped across the fields?
Before now they’ve always been grassy,
But I have no use for mud on my spiders web,
I’d rather take the thread and bind what little soul I have now,
I’d rather take the thread and run with it…
No, I can’t run anymore, take this thread, hold it with me,
We’ll see what we can find, and when I’ve driven out this fault,
We’ll see what we can bind.
So tiptoe grinning Trickster, I’ll make time for you,
But this line with all its faults in it, if not a gift, then what?

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A Web

20 February, 2007 at 21:35 (Uncategorized)

I keep, a boars tooth around my neck,
I brush it with my fingers.
I keep, your kisses in my heart,
I stroke them with my memory.
I keep, a brooch in my pocket,
I feel it’s box with my hands.
I keep, a card in my pocket,
I read it sometimes too.
I keep, a small stone on my altar,
I remember when he gave it to me.
I keep, the letters that he sent me,
I read them from time to time.
So when I say ‘I love you’,
I mean, that I feel, somewhere out along this web,
That we, love,
That we, have touched,
And will continue to do so again.

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19 February, 2007 at 23:48 (Uncategorized)

In this river that we swim you have always been my home,
The floating bed of reeds onto which I climb,
In this river where I dive, it is to you that I return,
These passions of mine to dive, to swim, to explore,
In this river that we swim you are always my home.
You are the water I drink,
You are the splash against my face where others hide away,
You are my only protection against the sunshine,
It burns in this river,
It chars our reeds,
And still I dive, in this river that we swim,
Returning to you after each breathless time.

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I Like This Life

11 February, 2007 at 20:53 (Uncategorized)

It occurs to me, in the middle of a hug,
That this life, is really rather good,
That I really could not imagine a better day spent,
Than one with those I love in flirtation and argument,
I think that when the time comes for me to die,
I’ll want to remember the conversation, the glances eye to eye,
Of this afternoon and others like it,
Of icing, cakes, tea and friends,
So when I’m wrinkled, in some nursing home, fat and old,
These are the images I want with me in the end.

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