FULL HEART, FROM THE START

Empty arms

Full heart

Empty hands

Full heart

Empty head

Full heart

Empty bed

Full heart

Full heart

Full heart

Full of you

Every moment

Full of you

From the start

- Valentine's Day, February 14, 2017

WITHOUT A NET

Every morning I try to wash away my dreams of you

Before they turn my day to mush and turn my mind to goo

But, you pop into my sleep at times when I least expect you to

Every day, like a month

Every month, like a year

Every moment a lifetime

When you're not here

Every second, a minute

Every minute, a day

Every day lasts forever

Since you went away

Every face a reminder

Every laugh sounds insane

Every trace of our time

Just a fading refrain

             Come back to me just to see

             If all that was, was meant to be

             If all that pain was worth the risk

             If all those promises can just be kissed away

             with yesterday

"tear drops made of lead

like mercury from her strings"   

with a world so quiet and dead

she takes what the night brings

the shadows made of mist

the curtain soaking wet

given time to shake its fist

at a life without a net

  forget about you less each day

            forget about me, you would say

            life goes on, we live our own

            someone sits and waits beside a phone alone

            another day

closing eyes and see a face

familiar but so hard to place

mind plays tricks with inner space

hard to know what to replace

there was a time when tears came quick

and heartache burned and made you sick

it sometimes just forgot to tick

to beat, to feel, to pump, to click

- lyrics: 2/10-24/99

Two lines quoted above from  from C.P. Lee "Road to Free Trade Hall"  p.150} 

MIMI'S DARK EYES

She does what she wants to

She lives like a queen

Sure, sometimes she’s bored

Mimi’s dark eyes…

She lives like a queen

Eats only the best

She does what she pleases

Mimi’s dark eyes

And sometimes when everyone’s busy with Eli

or Perri’s out dancing, Or they leave on vacation

or Paz cookin’ chicken when Jackie’s out shopping

or Steven’s out schmoozing some big time director

She just might get real lonely

And bark at the trash guy

And sometimes when Brad’s here

He just knows where to touch her

And makes her so happy

But don’t tell her boyfriend

Who lives down at Karla’s

Coz Harry get’s jealous and barks like a foghorn

What he don’t know won’t hurt him

And Mimi’s dark eyes

Are closed when she’s dreaming

‘bout skunks and leaf blowers

Who scare off coyotes

Please take me to Karla’s

And when is Brad coming

I just got my bangs cut

And don’t I look gorgeous…

And what’s in the bowl there

She lives like a queen

Mimi’s dark eyes

She lives like a queen

Mimi’s dark eyes

She lives like a queen

Mimi’s dark eyes

She does what she wants to.

- for Mimi Monkarsh, 2014

YEAR ONE, B.B.

I can sing to you ‘til I’m blue in the face  

‘til the stars go dim from answering my wishes

and that paper moon defies its nature tells me that you do 

believe in me the way that I believe in you.

I can shout my love from the rooftops

Write songs and poems

Tend to your fragile heart

Like I do my cherished plants and revealing dreams

Nurturing, sharing, supporting our ever-flexing imaginations

adoring your caring and graciousness

as well as our struggles and unanswered questions.

To be a part of your waking thoughts

Your evening dreams

Your glorious plans and anxious doubts

Exhilarates my every moment.

But nothing can ever mean anything more

Than that very first glimpse when I saw you

Felt your presence descend upon my heart

An explosion from heights I’d never dreamed

Instantly

Tossing my depleted soul into sensual

Romantic

Inexplicable overdrive

The likes I’d given up dreaming of.

That we both somehow intuitively knew

The safety of being entwined in each other’s arms

Here on this ragged old lifeboat of a couch

Would repeatedly replace any silly questions

All fragmented doubts

Any distracting expectations

With a rejuvenating embrace of the magnificence

of each moment we find ourselves

smiling

crying

staring

laughing into each other’s eyes

nowhere else we’d rather be

than blanketed by the safe place

of such a real and daring love.

Explanations

Not needed.

Hearts aligned

Beating as one.

How I adore my Beautiful Baby

And the love we hold so dear.

One year

Filling my soul

Each delicious moment

Of every delicate day.

I love my BB.

301, 3/15/16 

TO LOVE AND BE LOVED

Age-old human desires.

The one who needs them most is the one who believes both impossible

The one who believes in them most is the one most prone to heartbreak

The acceptance that there are no guarantees

Having no expectations may indeed be the only way through.





- 301, 11/23/15

THE RIGHT THING TO DO (NOT RIGHT FOR ME)

The right thing to do is to let you go

Back to a life that is functional

To something more predictable

Just because you’re so right for me

Just what I need and all I see

Love comes with no guarantee

The right thing to do is to take no risk

to not be swayed by all of this

the easy laughter, that timeless kiss

for just beneath our passion lies

the tingling tenderness that flies

as lightning bolts between our eyes

And some folks say enjoy the ride

but protect that loving heart inside

perhaps the measure of this man

is giving you the best I can

for all I long for is just this -

your everlasting happiness

The right thing to do is to love you more

And leave behind what I adore

Fall back alone just like before

For truly love is sacrifice

And just as true we roll the dice

Hoping love will strike us twice

Before our hearts turn into ice

- September 3, 2015 for BB

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