New Poems
"Rockland"
I write love songs on the down beat.
Free form pop hits about faux-red head Molly Ringwalds.
Art Class musings on life and lust,
Bubblegum Bukowski,
And sugar coated candy Kerouac.
Scribbled little love dreams
Dedicated to some girls smiling face.
All I do is put pen to page,
And then watch the words flow like ink on paper.
This next one has been in the works for about a month. I sat down today and finally got it how i think it should be. It took quite a bit of Frankensteining though
"Untitled"
We talk without even being in the same room together,
Typing electronic flirtations,
Instant messages whisper sweet nothings to our eyes,
The phone companies have always said that you can reach out and touch some one,
And your the one who reaches back
When I'm not sure if I can reach that far.
When simple emoticons are failing,
You complete my emotions by showing me how imagination can put 2 together to make one.
Its a strange flirtation,
These Internet mash letters,
Those moments when you call me sweet heart, or baby,
Stroking my ego from miles and miles away.
You might not be here,
But I know that you can see me clear as day,
Smiling like a fool, shoulders all crunched together,
Head hung, with cheaks beat red,
In sheepish boy hood romantic embarassment,
And if you were only here with me,
I'd tilt my head towards you ever so slightly
To look up at you with puppy do eyes,
And share a moment of perfection so pure
It could have come straight out of any John Hughes masterpiece.
And there we are, up on the screen,
My eyes on yours,
Your gaze fixed on mine,
A palbable silence fills the air,
Sweetly tortureous sparks of lust fly like free radical particles searching to join and make whole beings,
Slow motion camera panning,
So tense and fragile,
You could cut it with a smile.
Its a glorious, tense, cinematic,
Adolescent passion drenched silence,
Where 10 seconds becomes an eternity.
The blink of an eye becomes frozen in time As i move to meet you lips with mine,
Your cheek feels so soft against mine,
An instant of such sensational release,
It makes all that went before pail in comparison,
It is shorter and better and more pure than any silence,
Or pretty word could ever do justice.
And it seems to last for infinity and longer.
The slow ticking clock of passion
Over takes all other realities.
For now there is nothing but you,
And Me,
And this kiss,
And Us.
The music starts to swell,
You can hear the power chords being struck,
And time regains its meaning.
We come up for air,
And i see your smiling face just before you place a smaller, softer kiss,
Like a signatue on the first.
The shot pulls wide,
Then color fades to black and white,
The Director knows exactly what he's doing.
Freeze frame on your smile face looking at mine.
Play the theme song,
Roll the credits,
Cast in order of apearance,
Cast and crew,
Fade to black,
And raise the house lights on another Hollywood perfect fantasy.
Another Fevered dream born of lust and longing.
And maybe someday,
We can make it all come true.
I write love songs on the down beat.
Free form pop hits about faux-red head Molly Ringwalds.
Art Class musings on life and lust,
Bubblegum Bukowski,
And sugar coated candy Kerouac.
Scribbled little love dreams
Dedicated to some girls smiling face.
All I do is put pen to page,
And then watch the words flow like ink on paper.
This next one has been in the works for about a month. I sat down today and finally got it how i think it should be. It took quite a bit of Frankensteining though
"Untitled"
We talk without even being in the same room together,
Typing electronic flirtations,
Instant messages whisper sweet nothings to our eyes,
The phone companies have always said that you can reach out and touch some one,
And your the one who reaches back
When I'm not sure if I can reach that far.
When simple emoticons are failing,
You complete my emotions by showing me how imagination can put 2 together to make one.
Its a strange flirtation,
These Internet mash letters,
Those moments when you call me sweet heart, or baby,
Stroking my ego from miles and miles away.
You might not be here,
But I know that you can see me clear as day,
Smiling like a fool, shoulders all crunched together,
Head hung, with cheaks beat red,
In sheepish boy hood romantic embarassment,
And if you were only here with me,
I'd tilt my head towards you ever so slightly
To look up at you with puppy do eyes,
And share a moment of perfection so pure
It could have come straight out of any John Hughes masterpiece.
And there we are, up on the screen,
My eyes on yours,
Your gaze fixed on mine,
A palbable silence fills the air,
Sweetly tortureous sparks of lust fly like free radical particles searching to join and make whole beings,
Slow motion camera panning,
So tense and fragile,
You could cut it with a smile.
Its a glorious, tense, cinematic,
Adolescent passion drenched silence,
Where 10 seconds becomes an eternity.
The blink of an eye becomes frozen in time As i move to meet you lips with mine,
Your cheek feels so soft against mine,
An instant of such sensational release,
It makes all that went before pail in comparison,
It is shorter and better and more pure than any silence,
Or pretty word could ever do justice.
And it seems to last for infinity and longer.
The slow ticking clock of passion
Over takes all other realities.
For now there is nothing but you,
And Me,
And this kiss,
And Us.
The music starts to swell,
You can hear the power chords being struck,
And time regains its meaning.
We come up for air,
And i see your smiling face just before you place a smaller, softer kiss,
Like a signatue on the first.
The shot pulls wide,
Then color fades to black and white,
The Director knows exactly what he's doing.
Freeze frame on your smile face looking at mine.
Play the theme song,
Roll the credits,
Cast in order of apearance,
Cast and crew,
Fade to black,
And raise the house lights on another Hollywood perfect fantasy.
Another Fevered dream born of lust and longing.
And maybe someday,
We can make it all come true.