Once upon a black kettle

I know where i've been

no need to keep reminiscing

i aim to move forward

yet you hold me back

i have grand plans

now, thanks to you,

i know exactly what can go wrong

just like the dead skin on my finger

time to cut you free

But could you handle

the medicine you fed my blood

Gorecki

"If I should die this very moment
I wouldnt fear
For Ive never known completeness
Like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
Still in my heart this moment
Or it might burst
Could we stay right here
Until the end of time until the earth stops turning
Wanna love you until the seas run dry
Ive found the one Ive waited for"

freakin bored

tired, bored and at the table

finally broke down, ordered cable

The couch beacons, it calls my name

watch that movie again, kinda lame

too tired to eat, to hungry to sleep

i'd order in, but you know, i'm cheap

enter every room, i groan

floating around, i'm set on roam

so much space for one soul

dog's at it again, diggin his hole

should take him out for his nightly stroll

but first, i must add water to his bowl

I am the ladder

I feel the pressure from the heat

i step to the edge and i dive in

Too scared to jump in, around you go

the safe way in, first your toe

slow to the hips, now your in

Within minutes we reach our destination

with dripping hair our teeth reflect the sun

took you long enough, but now we can enjoy

our purpose down the dock

hand in hand, fingers locked

Oh what a feeling

Sleepless days and restless nights

Leading me up to the special flight

Up above the clouds, oh so white

The door opens, i fill with fright

10,000 feet is a beautiful sight

Never thought is was something i'd do

Then it all changed, i met you

Strapped in we left the plane

Falling headfirst should be insane

120mph no slowing down

Jumpsuit, hat, goggles...... chute?

he has it, on his back

Pull the cord, taught goes the slack

Round and round, more fun t be had

You, this day, makes me glad

A.D.D. is fun

Sleepy time is here again

Need to open my eyes

can't find my damn pen

Write something witty 

maybe something smart

blank sheet, what a pity

Let the Kat out of the bag

The cracks in the floor slowly fill

As these feelings come against my will

I want to open this can to let them out

and dance around, scream and shout

You put the sun in my skies, the moon i my eyes

the joy is so great it makes me cry

As i hold your hand it feels great

not letting go as i head to the cemetery gates

what else you want

They're showing, these hairs

I have to, i'm sorry

The need to be seen

just to prove the point.

Yes, they're my balls,

My manhood now proven

So gimme the damn loan

Missed Connection

You turned and took your second look

which reminds me, i need a new book

Cause there i was, thought we had it made

but alas i sensed it, our connection, began to fade

i paused a second, for the truth

and there it was, that Baby Ruth

clinging to me like a magnet to lead

my face lid up, matching my peppers,

they were red

Happy Birthday

You wanted a birthday poem

So here it is

Something to make you feel special

On your special day

You can have it, just your way

I can tell you how beautiful you are

Maybe recollect on that thing you did for me

List the songs that remind me of you?

Don't worry, it will all be in there

After all this IS your birthday poem.

Happy Birthday C, you better be smiling!

Transporational

Blown away, from the way things transpire

get home, bare foot, my socks were on fire

Couldn't feel the chill, or the ground

Tied up, the ceiling's where i'm bound

My eyes are heavy, bags are growing

I can feel the peace, it comes with knowing

up and atom

as i find myself climbing to the top once again

i can feel the pain flow through me

it starts in my arms and slowly

like a wave, moves to my legs

i have to let go, again.

but this time you're there

to catch me before i fall.

This feeling of trust is something new

and for that, i thank you

El Rocko!

Top 5 songs killin my ipod:

1. The Thinner Runs Through Her- Boilermaker

2. Almost Crimes- Broken Social Scene 

3. The Post- Dinosaur Jr.

4. Stockholm Syndrome- Yo La Tengo

5. The Chills- Peter Bjorn and John

ps. check out Thorns of Life.....blakes gotta new band ;)

Soar

You waltzed on in
With your scissors in hand
Clipped these wings
didn't want me to soar
We built a nest
Yet you couldn't take it
So i had to set you free
My wings now healed
Off i soar

Tres Bien

Happiness is an illusion, but so is its opposite
It takes work, happiness
So what are the guidelines?
That depends, its all perspective.
But as i wonder whether or not i am happy
I notice i must be
I stand at the center of my circle,
Surrounded by smiles.
I make others happy, therefore i am!

the snuggle

as simple of an action as it was
its complexities are abundant
the energy shared overwhelms
yet it comforts, it soothes
it's a favorite of mine
almost needs to be a pastime
so when the urge comes again
feel free to drop me a line
hesitation is the only crime
your place or mine?

...period...

Everyones crazy, not just you, nor me
Every story ends in a period
Some one, some three
Open your heart
and you will see
what good the world brings
both you and me

Time is on your side

I feel like i need to rush
like life is passing me by
But everywhere i turn
i'm at the front of the line
There's no need to rush
Life will happen regardless
of how hard you try
Judgement comes from those
who stand with a different perspective
They forget that a bleeding heart
needs to heal.

I heart my heart

My heart, it beats in solitary unison
A constant solo, its beat creates a rhythm
One that calls for an ear
To listen for an algorithm
It's what this heart does best

...damn this needs a title...

I wonder why they say what they say
we have to this or that way
Who says you are lonely alone?
What gave them the right
to speak from the throne
All that is missed is physical
Its yearning only crept up recently
like a spider in the night
hitting when i least expect it
Acceptance is the greatest cure
it resonates a feeling so pure
We aren't who we are
we are who we want to be


ps. i am getting a kick out of this
social experience called life. I am
amused at all the reactions in
everyday life, mostly mine.

Everywhere i look i see a '?'

We are constantly sold items
that provide convenience and time.
What do we do with this time?
Buy more items to waste time with.
Am i wasting time writing this?