Changes

The Warmth of the day's sunset clashes with the fall's cool night air as the moon rises and wishes the sun a good day on the other side of our planet.

This mash-up of temperature gives us a truly blissful experience and prepares us for the cold winter that will be filled with the sight of our breath, as if steam pours out of our mouths in a gentle "Hello" to remind us that we are still here and the cold won't swallow us completely

Smells like you

Here I sit, as I always do.

Sitting here in a shirt you washed before I left, it smells like you. Smoking a cigarette full of chemicals, thinking of you. Got some new tunes on, I seem to be finding and finding new music these days.

Everything is meant to be, happens for reasons unknown, including what we were. Including the timing of you wanting space and room to grow and change. Maybe you were afraid of becoming stagnant with me. Maybe I was stagnant.

I hate to admit it, but I'm getting off my ass a little bit. Like someone dropped a catalyst on me like a ton of bricks. I've been playing, I've been talking, I've been writing. All it took were a couple of broken hearts.

Life keeps throwing me curves. I've grown closer with people I never thought I would, I've met people that I never thought I would. This shirt smells like you. I miss you with everything in me but not like I did. I still wanna lie in bed with you and talk about the world, while you bug me that we need to get up and be productive. Talking about the world gets me thinking and I like added opinions, I'm being productive. Just not like you.

You feel you've made a mistake. I'm not so sure. You're worried, you think you won't change, you feel your soul is stagnant, but it's not. It just needs some pushes. I'm changing, life looks brighter than it ever did, if I can do this, anyone can, after all, I'm the pessimist, the cynic, the glass half empty guy that always wants it refilled but can't seem to grasp the pitcher.

This shirt smells like you.

Perfume of lovers a past

When someone walks by with her perfume on the scent goes through my nose and up to my brain, completely intoxicating me. Vision blurs, the room starts to spin and waves of nostalgia wash over me and tickle my brain, causing random twinges in my head and makes me dizzy. The air becomes a thick soup of jumbled memories. For a moment, I am home, in the past, where home once was.

But Alas, then it is gone and I'm back where I was. The memories linger in my head, while I smile and miss what I once had. Revel in that old view, Think about what's new, where can I go from here?

Triage, Meritage

I've never stolen before or had the urge to do so. But Baby I want your heart.

Now give me your rythm and I'll dance to your heart beats. So won't you meet me tonight? We'll Kick off our shoes, Dance in the grass, under the stars shakin some ass with the moon smiling down on us in approval.

Oh Isn't it a wonderful night for a moondance? We could be weightless in the anti-gravity and there's no one to care if we're nameless and when the sun comes up to kiss us we'll escape to a bed and I can dance with your heart while I sleep. When we wake I'll make you banana pancakes, because it's the weekend now. But I know you're right. It can't be all the time

5AM

I'm tired of waking up lonely, walking to your room cold and half naked to sit on the floor hugging a chair, resting my head on a dirty old pillow you left behind; while the streams come in intervals like the ocean waves crashing violently on the shores that will wind up slathered in oil.

I drag myself back to my bed, plop that pillow down on my body pillow and throw my leg over it, pretending it's your sweet ass. I feel better and more alone at the same time. I think I can sleep now... even though I'm searching for your heartbeat and the push and pull of your lungs doing their job.

(I've been reading bukowski for those who can't tell)

A bump, A laugh, A vacation

All I want is to be in your embrace, lay in your arms and look at your face and see you smile even if it's just for awhile.

But I'm stuck at work feelin' like dirt and all I can do is think of you to not feel so blue.

Who woulda thought that a bump on the head would bring me you? That someone laughing at me would change my life forever and bring me a thousand and one more laughs? All it took was one conversation for us to know all it took was one conversation to give us someone to always have when we go on vacation so we aren't alone.

Vacation is a funny word....

Today, we play.

Nerves! All I have are nerves and endings and they twitch and twatch and switch and swatch and my stomach is all topsy turvey and swurvey durvey. I guess this is what it feels like to have a gig.