Thursday, December 29, 2011

Glance to a stare.

Back where it all began,
Neither of us knowing,
To think it started with a glance
And a quiet humble request
For green tea.

Back to the days 
Of me preparing for work
With a green tea, some granola,
And a pair of cigarettes.
Cute Asian girl with big brown eyes. 
Swear she takes out the trash
And goes on break 
Every time I arrive.

She tells me of
Her club filled weekend
Shilling drinks for the guverment,
Talks about crazy cousin; her new apartment.
I drink my tea obliviously.

The day she came to my work,
The day she bought me chocolate cake, I saw friendship,
No more.
No idea the elephant in the room and the lamb at the door.
No idea what lay in store.
The day I invited her out, and fell asleep at the movie.
Her housewarming party, I started to wonder if I was more than company. 
A raffle where I knew I had found a prize; the awkward goodbye.

Four years later
I still realize
How blessed in the mess of a world
One can be, 
That of all the coffee shops
In all the world, 
Here, she met me
And we walk now 
To endevour the aisle,
To endevour life's trials and tribulations together.

To think it started
With a glance,
Was sealed with a kiss,
And has brought me such bliss.


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the closer i get

the closer i get,
the more fragile the lost be set,

I travel a far to seek the one, the only one.
these odd bits and sputters of jealiously... for surely... they are still searching for what I have found and what truly accents me.

no contest, I'm as bright as the sun.
I will take it as flatterly... maybe you, and your harassment... mindfuck ontario assault and battery.

There is peace where my heart does rest.
For I know, as well as you, my Rosie Baby,
you are the end all, the piece to solve my riddle.

I know this to be true, I am nothing but honest with you.

I love you with all my good heart,
xxx

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Dead Organism

We boys,
When will we men be?
Accept the flaws in chemistry?
A new clear dawn for a humane society.

You girls,
With your violet eyes,
Spinning lies to protect bad guys.
Where have all your daddies gone?
When will you ever learn?

Lovers drift
Shifting on winds of environment.
Sentiment to sediment blowing, wearing rock thin.
Gun barrel cob webs from the
Eight legs perspective.
The next act of passion
May ruin more then a home.

We girls
Asking for a change
Walking away, hard to let you go
Harder, trapped, stuck in your mind till you find something better.

You boys
With your fantasies of first and forever, afraid to chance before 40
Finding a next girl, afraid to know some girl may get you better.

Respect the X
Walk, Walk
Mumble to yourself
It's good for your health son,
Bleed it on a juice soaked page.
Respect yourself
Find something new
To
Lay your hips into
New perspectives and points of view,
Just be honest, true to you, and the fruits of your labour will astonish you.

"take a step out of yourself, then ya turn around, take a look at what you are, it's pretty scary." -Nirvana

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Thursday, December 15, 2011

By Ourselves

We Father Ourselves

We Father Ourselves

By Ourselves

Thursday, December 1, 2011

To a friend on Deportation Day

We'll be singing
Loud enough to wake the dead
Laughing so hard
Coma patients will lose sleep.
When we meet again
Somewhere, somehow
We will forget today's farewell.

A spinning world
On the verge of catastrophe
A sinking feeling
They've taken my friend from me.
An end of beginnings that never came to be.
They can take my friend
But never our friendship from me.

I want to cry,
I want to drink,
Slink away from my feelings
Sink to the bottom,
Hold my breath.
But I float like the snow flakes
You hoped to avoid
As you drive to the airport
Afraid to fly
But resigned to your fate.

The sickness envelops me,
A night of feverish dreams
Broken by waking in sweat,
checking the clock
Wishing it was over
Wishing it would never end.

Spouting cliche
Hiding what the heart longs to say.
I can't beg you to stay,
I know this is for the best
And you have no choice anyways.

Good bye señor
Goodbye Junior
Fare well Bledar
May your path be lined with gold,
May you find the happiness
You deserve.

Peace.

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