Danger AheadHe never saw that steelinessThe thin line of her lipsWarnings in sighs and subtly mentioned office politicsBecause she never wanted to sit aroundWaiting for a man's bodyA child's enthusiasmDigging into the latest square enix gameWith relish she wishes was turned to portfoliosIncome and outputAnd the womanWho can onlyPush him her wayFor so long
Spoken truths, lying eyes?The words never saidCan clash mightily againstThose truths in your eyes
WishesI've heard it said that if you grimace when you make a wish you shouldn't expect it to ever come true.But what of those wishes that make you blink away tearsOr half-smile because of how 'almost were' they are?What of the wishes that make you laugh for the very whimsy of them,Or shudder at your own blackness of heart?And what of those wishes that were granted for a fractional momentBefore someone ripped them down long with the falling stars?
Blue EyesI never understood why ice reminds me of the cinnamon warmth of youYou don't look through a half empty glass of sapphire ginAnd the night sky fills you with enough longingThat electrical bolts are smothered in stars and velvetBut these wordsCeruleanAzureSlateYaleElectric blueThey set a charge through my veinsEven if I've given you upThey still resonateAnd they begin to resonate with a child in my mind as wellEven though I think I could be going madI do believe she may have had your dream-eyesAnd we are both praying for you
Ice and DirtBlue eyes always make me think of youBecause your blue eyes broke my heartTore it from my chest and tried setting it up on life supportAnd I'll never healBecause they say dreams can't do anythingAnd so they have nothing to do for dreams
BemusementThere are faces in the crowdsDemons that lurkBeneath sexy muscle shirtsTattooed warmthOr maybeJust possiblyI am getting paranoidBecause I don't think interest is stirredBy a great personality
A Fish's TaleThe life of a minnow is not to be envied.You say that they have it easy, darting about in their air conditioned housesAnd casting silver flakes to rest on water bedsBut let me tell youIt sucks.First of all, the water is always blue.Not the blue of summer skies melted down,Nor the blue of yellow sunsets refracting over lake topsNo, it is scientific, cold, and chemical.It is a blue to stain your gills,And settle in corners with the refuseAnd cast offsAnd the dead that passBelly up and bloody from too much netting.That brings up the second point.No amount of swimming can escape that dark cloudThose steel cables to trap us by the lungsAnd the iron pillars to crush us between walls and certain death.Even if we escape them,Nothing is sane.The darkness is followed by whiteness,Impenetrable in it's spider web devilry.There is never rest.Never a moment to love.And never ever have I seen a river.
We Wither, We BloomBecauseI would love you like a roseI'll die to feel your hands about meBut I only end up drawing bloodPerhapsYou love me like an orchidVibrant and sensualYet incapable of leaving more thanIntoxicating musk behind yourselfInsteadI think we have more between us like dandelionsI would love you with sunshine innocenceBut you only hold me to rip me from the earthAnd blow my dreams to the winds
Midnight ArgumentMyself against IA civil altercation that brings no joyNo resolutionOnly self loathingAnd un-blind yearning