you outweigh him in words
but he still had something
on me
it was loosely tied to love
and more closely resembled
a change in loneliness
a backwards affair
and two stolen moments
in three quarter time
he was more open than you
more up front and personal
in hesitantly passed along notes
and love quotes
copied in his sunday best handwriting
shown off in candle light
marked by moonlit thoughts
and barely closed wounds
i somehow got to both of you
in different ways
at different times
and brought out something
in your laughter
and your hidden smiles
that stood still for days on end
when thoughts of me mingled
for a split second too long
Friday, December 29, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
try again
you tried to erase me from your bones
as you drove your point home
talking in backwards rhymes
as you make sugar pill eyes at me
it's a long winding road
to get yourself back on the right path
singled out among the space between the stars
and the overflowing laugh lines of
tree tops as they bow before your feet
marked by dirty thoughts and
stolen glances
you tried to erase me from your bones
suffocated my name in worn out pillow cases
as your bruised ego stares through vacant eyes
blinking back memories holding back surprises
rewinding time which each calculated open/close motion
you had me fooled
i followed your lead to the end of the line
and sat for days and days
staring off into the abyss of your heart
your empty shaking lonely half beating
locket of a heart you keep tied to a string
that's only allowed to wander in silent suffering
as you drove your point home
talking in backwards rhymes
as you make sugar pill eyes at me
it's a long winding road
to get yourself back on the right path
singled out among the space between the stars
and the overflowing laugh lines of
tree tops as they bow before your feet
marked by dirty thoughts and
stolen glances
you tried to erase me from your bones
suffocated my name in worn out pillow cases
as your bruised ego stares through vacant eyes
blinking back memories holding back surprises
rewinding time which each calculated open/close motion
you had me fooled
i followed your lead to the end of the line
and sat for days and days
staring off into the abyss of your heart
your empty shaking lonely half beating
locket of a heart you keep tied to a string
that's only allowed to wander in silent suffering
Thursday, December 14, 2006
told from the side lines
he’s a photographer
he takes pictures
of people of places of things
captures moments and expressions
minutes and seconds
silenced
on hours and hours of film
imprisons life in a flash
in a heart beat
while he holds his breath
and prays for the moment of truth
to be caught
sustained and ingrained in his membrane
he takes pictures
of people of place of things
of tall people and short people
mismatched couples
and dog people
and clowns and kids and the occasional
flower or cat
and he watches
he waits
he finds those moments
he traces those thoughts
he glues them in time
and then shares them
and holds them
and tries to explain them
but only by date and time
the rest is left up to the imagination
mystery surrounds them
hints here and there
but that’s not his job
never was
never will be
he’s a photographer
he takes pictures
she didn’t like pictures
not pictures taken of her
she always tried to hide
she’d run away
stick her tongue out
cover her face
she didn’t want to be caught
didn’t want to be frozen in time
she wanted to go
this one’s a mover and a shaker
a lover not a hater
a woman of words
who didn’t want to stare into a photo
and wonder where that little girl went
who didn’t want to feel stuck
in that space and that time
didn’t want her moment
her minute her second
her smile her lie
to be caught on film
they both lived in los angeles
they met
they stopped
they stared
they waited
they breathed
they exhaled
they met
they exchanged words
they exchanged glances
they exchanged time
his became hers
and
hers became his
and theirs
moved slow in time
they both lived in los angeles
he’d had others
she as well
all somewhat right
but not quite
when they met there were sparks
when they met they felt it
when they met they changed their view
they had given each other the time of day
he’s a photographer
she’s a woman of words
but that day
that day
they stopped
they stared
they knew
they had given each other the time of day
and she became his someone
and he became hers
she didn’t want her picture to be taken
and she ended up with a photographer
and he ended up with meaning
he’d seen the world
through his camera lens
had everything needed to make
him happy
or so it seemed
gave up looking and searching
waiting watching and leaving it all up to
fate
and then
she
came along and
gave him the time of day
she
gave him new meaning
and a new sense of self
she made old things
new things
with her smile
and her touch
and her strengths
that shed new light
on the old things
the mundane things
his old life
before her
before
they had given each other the time of day
now he’s ready for new things
and new moments seconds minutes
in time
though there’s not enough
never enough
cause she makes him wish
he had a hundred more years
they both lived in los angeles
now she’s moved away
so they talk about espresso
and trips around the world
in phone calls
e-mails
text messages
faxes
and they leave questions
on answering machines
and they sit in opposite
ends of the world
and think about that
steamy kiss
that moment of bliss
and their journey
and their moments
their minutes
their seconds
their lives
he’s a photographer
she’s a woman of words
and now he finds himself
talking in future tenses
and extending moments
and taking more time
and she finds herself
photographed
and captured and ingrained
in his brain his life
his heart
he’s a photographer
she’s a woman of words
inspired by a photo
that told a story
he takes pictures
of people of places of things
captures moments and expressions
minutes and seconds
silenced
on hours and hours of film
imprisons life in a flash
in a heart beat
while he holds his breath
and prays for the moment of truth
to be caught
sustained and ingrained in his membrane
he takes pictures
of people of place of things
of tall people and short people
mismatched couples
and dog people
and clowns and kids and the occasional
flower or cat
and he watches
he waits
he finds those moments
he traces those thoughts
he glues them in time
and then shares them
and holds them
and tries to explain them
but only by date and time
the rest is left up to the imagination
mystery surrounds them
hints here and there
but that’s not his job
never was
never will be
he’s a photographer
he takes pictures
she didn’t like pictures
not pictures taken of her
she always tried to hide
she’d run away
stick her tongue out
cover her face
she didn’t want to be caught
didn’t want to be frozen in time
she wanted to go
this one’s a mover and a shaker
a lover not a hater
a woman of words
who didn’t want to stare into a photo
and wonder where that little girl went
who didn’t want to feel stuck
in that space and that time
didn’t want her moment
her minute her second
her smile her lie
to be caught on film
they both lived in los angeles
they met
they stopped
they stared
they waited
they breathed
they exhaled
they met
they exchanged words
they exchanged glances
they exchanged time
his became hers
and
hers became his
and theirs
moved slow in time
they both lived in los angeles
he’d had others
she as well
all somewhat right
but not quite
when they met there were sparks
when they met they felt it
when they met they changed their view
they had given each other the time of day
he’s a photographer
she’s a woman of words
but that day
that day
they stopped
they stared
they knew
they had given each other the time of day
and she became his someone
and he became hers
she didn’t want her picture to be taken
and she ended up with a photographer
and he ended up with meaning
he’d seen the world
through his camera lens
had everything needed to make
him happy
or so it seemed
gave up looking and searching
waiting watching and leaving it all up to
fate
and then
she
came along and
gave him the time of day
she
gave him new meaning
and a new sense of self
she made old things
new things
with her smile
and her touch
and her strengths
that shed new light
on the old things
the mundane things
his old life
before her
before
they had given each other the time of day
now he’s ready for new things
and new moments seconds minutes
in time
though there’s not enough
never enough
cause she makes him wish
he had a hundred more years
they both lived in los angeles
now she’s moved away
so they talk about espresso
and trips around the world
in phone calls
e-mails
text messages
faxes
and they leave questions
on answering machines
and they sit in opposite
ends of the world
and think about that
steamy kiss
that moment of bliss
and their journey
and their moments
their minutes
their seconds
their lives
he’s a photographer
she’s a woman of words
and now he finds himself
talking in future tenses
and extending moments
and taking more time
and she finds herself
photographed
and captured and ingrained
in his brain his life
his heart
he’s a photographer
she’s a woman of words
inspired by a photo
that told a story
Monday, December 11, 2006
zen master
I’ve rifled through paper bags for answers to questions unseen by the naked eye
I’ve written notes to different people in different places and sent them a float
They never came back with the right anecdote
I’ve traveled the open space illuminated by stars
From the comfort of a small desk crammed with notes and bits of heaven
Still only clues no real truths
I’ve considered visiting the dalai lama, but viewed him much too tame to answer the questions that are stacked high in my brain
I came across this little guy
A friend of a friend of a friend of a foe
Looked him right in his framed eyes
And found the answers to questions that fell to those whose lips quivered
Silently searching for a sound solution
found this when cleaning up my comp.
i just wanted to be able to use the pic!
I’ve written notes to different people in different places and sent them a float
They never came back with the right anecdote
I’ve traveled the open space illuminated by stars
From the comfort of a small desk crammed with notes and bits of heaven
Still only clues no real truths
I’ve considered visiting the dalai lama, but viewed him much too tame to answer the questions that are stacked high in my brain
I came across this little guy
A friend of a friend of a friend of a foe
Looked him right in his framed eyes
And found the answers to questions that fell to those whose lips quivered
Silently searching for a sound solution
found this when cleaning up my comp.
i just wanted to be able to use the pic!
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
poetic plans
you've got
poetic plans
wrapped up in
brown boxes
tied with a
single carefree
piece of string
you've got poetic plans
lingering in coffee mugs
and couch cushions
and you're holding
onto memories of hands
and pieces of heartfelt
words and whispers and
milky white promises
not quite clear enough
to see through
but solid enough to
hide in
you're ready
ready to embark on
an unknown path
covered in dirty
arms stretched wide
open waiting for you
and i hope you see that
like i do
i'd follow you
but it's not my place to go
i'd follow you
but you'll do it all on your own
i'd follow you
but i haven't quite figured out
how to make my own
poetic plans
and i need to
poetic plans
wrapped up in
brown boxes
tied with a
single carefree
piece of string
you've got poetic plans
lingering in coffee mugs
and couch cushions
and you're holding
onto memories of hands
and pieces of heartfelt
words and whispers and
milky white promises
not quite clear enough
to see through
but solid enough to
hide in
you're ready
ready to embark on
an unknown path
covered in dirty
arms stretched wide
open waiting for you
and i hope you see that
like i do
i'd follow you
but it's not my place to go
i'd follow you
but you'll do it all on your own
i'd follow you
but i haven't quite figured out
how to make my own
poetic plans
and i need to
Sunday, December 03, 2006
it's called a tear...shed one
hey
you there
hey
yah you
i'm talking to you
what's the deal kid
what's the deal with you
when did you become so scared
when did you decide to be the one to hide
when did you walk away
no wait, it was more like run
when did you disappear
close your ears
count back from number one
what did you tell yourself
to make it all go away
what did the big man say
what made it right
you didn't even put up a fight
not one
you're not the one i knew
he would have
he could have
he did
hey man
he was you
what happened
come on
let me in
spill your guts
have it out
it's no big deal
i'm not gonna hurt you
don't tell me you're afraid
of a broken heart
or a lonely heart
or being wrong
is that it
cause i got news for you
it wouldn't be the first time
and it sure as hell won't be the last
or even the very least of it
i said i won't hurt you
don't worry kid
my powers have all been drained
you're safe enough
safe enough i say
stop stalling
i haven't got much time
have it out
have it out
come on now
shout it out
or whisper it
a little to the left of my ear
i wanna hear you say it
this time
wanna hear it from you
yah you
yah you you you
stop trembling with some quiet fear
i'm here
i'm waiting
i've got patience
but your time is up
has been up
and out
and roundabout
so let's cut to the chase
let's say no to fear
take the reins
and have it out
what's wrong with you
now dear
you're on the spot
i know
i put you there
i'm still waiting
you're hesitating
and i thought you were the man
the big boy
the soldier
the warrior
the brave one
the strong one
the one that made it all clear
well come on then
sing it out then
let me know how it feels
to be the small one
the stand alone
falling fast
catch me please
i won't last
vulnerable
small one
yah you let me know
how that all feels
cause i've been there
you put me there
but i moved out
and you
you've been left behind
close to midnight ramble
just trying something out
you there
hey
yah you
i'm talking to you
what's the deal kid
what's the deal with you
when did you become so scared
when did you decide to be the one to hide
when did you walk away
no wait, it was more like run
when did you disappear
close your ears
count back from number one
what did you tell yourself
to make it all go away
what did the big man say
what made it right
you didn't even put up a fight
not one
you're not the one i knew
he would have
he could have
he did
hey man
he was you
what happened
come on
let me in
spill your guts
have it out
it's no big deal
i'm not gonna hurt you
don't tell me you're afraid
of a broken heart
or a lonely heart
or being wrong
is that it
cause i got news for you
it wouldn't be the first time
and it sure as hell won't be the last
or even the very least of it
i said i won't hurt you
don't worry kid
my powers have all been drained
you're safe enough
safe enough i say
stop stalling
i haven't got much time
have it out
have it out
come on now
shout it out
or whisper it
a little to the left of my ear
i wanna hear you say it
this time
wanna hear it from you
yah you
yah you you you
stop trembling with some quiet fear
i'm here
i'm waiting
i've got patience
but your time is up
has been up
and out
and roundabout
so let's cut to the chase
let's say no to fear
take the reins
and have it out
what's wrong with you
now dear
you're on the spot
i know
i put you there
i'm still waiting
you're hesitating
and i thought you were the man
the big boy
the soldier
the warrior
the brave one
the strong one
the one that made it all clear
well come on then
sing it out then
let me know how it feels
to be the small one
the stand alone
falling fast
catch me please
i won't last
vulnerable
small one
yah you let me know
how that all feels
cause i've been there
you put me there
but i moved out
and you
you've been left behind
close to midnight ramble
just trying something out
Friday, December 01, 2006
sing yourself to sleep
it's my turn to close the curtain
it's my turn to walk away
leave you standing in moonlight
wondering what went wrong that day
i fell for your wayward smile
and your musical taste
i fell for your laughter
so contagious i still
catch myself grinning
in spite of
in spite of it all
you always had a gentle way
but you left me wanting more
your touch was always hesitant
but you still made me weak
made me tremble
when i tried to speak
your eyes were bigger than your heart
you wanted more than you could give
you moved fast in spoken words
but your feet never seemed to
follow through
yah this one's for you
you made promises we both
knew you could never keep
you sang to me back then
but this time you'll have to
sing yourself to sleep
cause
it's my turn to close the curtain
it's my turn to walk away
leave you standing in moonlight
wondering what went wrong that day
it's my turn to walk away
leave you standing in moonlight
wondering what went wrong that day
i fell for your wayward smile
and your musical taste
i fell for your laughter
so contagious i still
catch myself grinning
in spite of
in spite of it all
you always had a gentle way
but you left me wanting more
your touch was always hesitant
but you still made me weak
made me tremble
when i tried to speak
your eyes were bigger than your heart
you wanted more than you could give
you moved fast in spoken words
but your feet never seemed to
follow through
yah this one's for you
you made promises we both
knew you could never keep
you sang to me back then
but this time you'll have to
sing yourself to sleep
cause
it's my turn to close the curtain
it's my turn to walk away
leave you standing in moonlight
wondering what went wrong that day
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