The Friend Zone

Been there

It sucks

I loved her and all she had was

“Thanks”

I gave her the world

She gave me dirt

I gave her my heart

She smacked it

“That hurt”

She’s there

Still sucks

She loves me and all I can say is

“Thanks”

I know she tries to gimme the world

I look away and stare at the dirt

She hands me her heart and…

I’m hurt.

I’ve been on both sides

Neither is fun

And with your heart on your sleeve

The loneliest number…

Is no longer 1

Always Take Time…

I stop

And smell the roses

They are sweet after the rain, and I smile

I walk

And see the sunflowers

They look right at the sun without shades, and I laugh

I trip and fall on my face

And a tulip smacks me in the eye

I growl at it’s brazenness and then pluck it as revenge

I walk some more and turn around

I see the colors

I smell the aromas

I hear the breeze soughing through the flowers and I sigh…

Just before laying down in a field of Poppies to sleep like Dorothy.

Skeletons

I found him on the floor

Looked like a puddle of chocolate sauce

I turned my brother over and…

That’s not chocolate sauce

His shirt was all red

I could not tell

From where he had bled

All I knew was

“My brother is dead.”

Now some years later, I’m grown

I have family and kids of my own

But there are more than just shirts and ties in my closet…

Hanging on a hook, next to my lucky belt,

Is his skeleton

Since that day, I have had it

In my closet

In my car on the way to work

Even in the shower while I scrub myself down

His corpse rests in a cemetery hundreds of miles away with a very nice headstone.

And yet his skeleton is something I cannot be far enough away from

I did not kill him

But I knew who did

My brother’s dead body was the result of him finding our father touching our baby sister

My brother drew his prized switchblade and cut

Our father grabbed it…and thrust the blade to my brother’s gut

And now, because I saw it all and said nothing…

My brother’s skeleton in my closet serves as a gentle, daily reminder of my silence

R.I.P.

Peacemaker

Taking blade to throat
Taking pen to paper
Two "equal" methods of bringing about peace
I am now a killer
Peace is made by my hand
Not merely kept by my handwriting

Taking pen to paper
Taking blade to throat
Two "equal" methods of bringing about peace
I am now a diplomat
Peace is made by my penmanship
Not merely kept by my swordplay

Taking sword in one hand
Taking pen in the other
Now this is a sight to behold
A true dual-wielder of war
One hand to cut down thine enemies
One hand to write down a peace treaty.

Now I must cast one aside
A killer or a diplomat?
My records of each are equally great
My life has been lived by the blade and I always swore to die by it
My life has turned to the sharpest weapon being only my wit
I love death as I love my life
I love peace as I love death

I made the choice of diplomat
I'm damn fine at it
But my heart still aches to spill blood

I'm not a killer anymore...
Or am I?

Thank You Margret

On a train bound for nowhere

What’s your destination?

One-way or return?

To answer your questions:

Anywhere but here

Why would I return from nowhere,

Back to nothing?

One way to Chicago, please

With my dues now all paid and all my time served

What can you do with freedom,

When chains are all you’ve known?

I can board a Greyhound for Texas

To find a place

I might end up calling home

So I did

My Last Bedtime

The day is done

Time for bed

In the morning I wake

Not rested, but feeling…

Feeling only pure dread

I can’t stand waking,

Faking my will to be taking it again

Another day of aching

Waking and waiting

For the day my paining ends

With a friend like the sun,

Why need the moon as my enemy?

Rock me to sleep

I need the peace

My love, I’m begging you

Baby…please

Rock me to sleep

Take me in your arms

Lay me down to sleep

And promise you won’t be alarmed

When my heart ceases to beat

Shed no tears

That’s not allowed

Staining your face

That ground’s hallowed

With a friend like the sun,

Why need the moon as my enemy?

With a keeper like you,

Why need a priest to give my last rites?

Rock me to sleep

I need the peace

My love, I’m begging you

Baby…please

Rock me to sleep

[about 30 seconds or so of instrumental]

Be my savior

By being my end

Your lips…let me savor

Your breath…share once more that flavor

The end of my path is just ‘round the bend

Rock me to sleep

I need the peace

My love, I’m begging you

Baby…please

Rock me to sleep

A life without you is a fate worse than death

Eternity in Heaven is even more hellish

So wrap your arms around my neck

Death by your embrace…

The last thing in life I shall relish

With a friend like Death,

Why need Life as my enemy?

So I ask once more…

Rock me to sleep

I need the peace

My love, I’m begging you

Baby…please

Rock me to sleep

Rock me to sleep

I need the peace

My love, I’m begging you

Baby…please

Rock me to sleep

Open Up Wide

Can you feel it yet?

Give it time.

Open your heart to me.

And I’ll open up mine.

Bring down your walls.

Let your soul

Answer my call.

So you saw me last night…

I didn’t leave my bed.

You felt my touch…

But it was all in your head.

I love you so dearly,

And you love me too.

Let me inside,

And I’ll show you

What my heart can do.

It’s only one-way,

I can send, not receive.

But to those I feel for the most…

At first there’s fear, then relief.

So when you “see” me beside you

And feel my hand’s caress,

You might be light years away…

But my soul’s desire is no less.

If you need it put bluntly,

Lay-man’s terms, if you will…

I can lay it all down,

But this feeling…

To me, doesn’t exactly thrill:

When I feel strongly enough for someone and they feel the same, my heart and mind tend to “project” my emotions to that person and they’ll say they feel like I’m right there, and almost even see me.  In some case, they might even feel my touch; if that’s the action my “emotional projection” is taking.  I can’t control it in any way, and so far I’ve not gotten that feeling from anyone…only ever sent it out unintentionally, and without even knowing I’ve done it until I’m told about it.