Lost in Text-lation, Part I

Her:  Hi

Him:  iH

Her:  Why does that make me smile?

Him:  Because that’s my job

Her:  Really

Him:  Unless you wanna reassign me

Her:  There you go

Him:  Only when you invite me

Her:  #Game this early in the morning?

Him:  #Honesty all day ;-) So, what’s on the agenda today

Her:  Work. Might meet Christine for dinner.  She’s in town.

Him:  And then what?

Her:  Then, I’m gone text some mo’ lol

Him:  Get you every time lol

Her:  And you?

Him:  Gonna dream about you as usual

Her:  There you go again

Him:  Confession: Today, I wanted to wake up in your arms. I dream of afternoon napping, awakening to your fresh scents and your joker smile…Gets me everytime…

Her:  Don’t do this…and am I supposed to still be impressed at your ability to compare me to your favorite comic book villain? Because it’s not working

Him:  Do what?  You have a big smile like the Joker, everyone knows it.  And yes, Joker is my favorite.  He is the exact opposite of my favorite hero, Batman.  They have a harmonious relationship in which they need each other.  They make each other better...

Her:  You and your way with words..."Just being honest" huh?  Better late than never

Him:  I’m not that guy…that was years ago.  Your shoes are dirty too but I don’t point that out do I?

Her:  You can if you like

Him:  That’s not what I’m saying…we should meet up

Her:  I gotta get ready for work…

Him:  Don’t shut me out

Him:  Really?

Her:  I can’t…

Him:  …

Him:  Have a good day…be safe…

Her:  Thx, U 2

Is It Right?

Before you leave, is it right to always say goodbye,
wishing for good tidings for the future that you are inviting, 
you're so excited, thinking about the life you led,
and the I've that's ahead, though the path is dark,
you hope desire gives a spark,
you've prayed everyday and awaited a response,
a Good Word,
a Bad Feeling,
anything to let you know that on the right road or did you choose to go left,
given all to your dreams until there's not much left,
your health starts to suffer,
then your prayers stop buffering the reality, the fallacies,
misconceptions misinterpretations of the signs, 
you've done so much compromising you left yourself behind.

Is it right to say goodbye when you leave,
those many hearts spilling tears on your left sleeve,
hoping their love and affection, might change your direction,
since you're following your heart,
they begin to feel that connection is slowly breaking apart,
slowly hardening the hearts, that you've earned the respect of,
because you were the best dove,
bringing peace and happiness to everyone you touched,
yet the dream that you need is going to put you out of touch.

Is it right to say goodbye, when you feel you need to leave,
you'd like to think you would be back
but pursuing dreams often means that once you get to where
you're going things aren't always what they seem,
then what do you do with shattered dreams,
do you return back to the scene, where you were once King or Queen, 
will loyal subjects now turn mean, will you become the Court Jester,
fool & failure becomes the themes of a once bright & confident,
visionary proponent,
the one who lead by dreams turned to nightmares hear the screams asking...

Is it right to say goodbye before you leave?
Is any door truly closed if you believe?
So is it right to say goodbye before you leave?

Finding Him Within

I was looking for answers to questions unknown, shown the path through lonely places, faces and spaces in time where the familiar approached, asking, "Remember me?" Then, I admited, while looking in the mirror, "I'm not sure I do." I was answering questions with knowledge unknown, created a path through familiar places, dates and states in time where the familiar approached, asking, "Remember me?" Then, hesitantly, while looking in the mirror, I replied, "Hmmm, you look familiar." I was asking questions for answers unknown, walking the path through similar yet unknown places, debating and relating the times where the familiar approached, asking, "Remember me?" Then, relieved, I confessed, while looking in the mirror,"Yes, I do!"

Devilish Dances

Late nights, early mornings welcomed afternoons, soon as I get off or soon as you get there, we make sure the neighbors know that we love here; We live near, paying rent separately, two secure places to practice how to make families, Just look into our eyes no secrets, no lies, maybe a whole lotta lust but its only between us; No fussing just that loving, the type that wear out groins, yearning for the chance to do devilish dances, romance is the reality that I reside in, just took a second to pen how real she makes me feel...

Late nights, early mornings welcomed afternoons, soon as I get off she's ready to put me back on, so long, yes, so long, I ain't living I am so gone, I'm flying through this life to the beat of her drum; then the alarm sounds, pounding with the blood pressures, pressing putting persistence to the test; Now she's seeing me stressing, stretching out but unable to grab her, her willingness to be held, to be lead, so instead, she said, she had about enough of the variety, incited me to rioting within my mind and spirit, lost souls could feel the sentiment of a harmony in intimate worlds crashing down; No more circular circus motions placing back further than where I started, yearning for the chance to do devilish dances, romance is the nightmare that I reside in, just took a second to pen how real she makes me feel...

Late nights, early mornings welcomed afternoons, soon as I get off, she's ready to put me back on, so long I've been without that dream, seems ironic that the iconic entity that had once captivated me had designed a plan for me, a plan for we, when she was eating her cake and ice cream, I'd scream thinking about her lip licking, hip switching, legs twitching from the kissing, caresses, stretches, presses from another, figured I'd just move through time, the healer of these hard times, stimulator of these melancholy, dreary spirited sappy lines but when you yearn for the chance to do devilish dances, romance becomes the reality that I reside in, this merry-go-round of familiar sounds, like caterpillars rounding the stem or limb they choose to recognize, the time to change in such a strange way, never being the same, never moving the same way, yet the journey of the worthy is far perfect, wonder one day if she'll feel it was all worth it, wonder one day will I feel she deserved it, just took a second a pen how real she makes me feel...how real decisions feel when you come full circle and have to begin...again...

How do You Know

How do you know which way is up
when you've been flipped
Upside down, intertwined and
knotted until you popped then
You stop because you realize
you're dislodged so the mere
Shock pulls you back together,
and since it wasn't by the hands
Of the creator you know it's only
temporary before you fall apart,
Again...

How do you know which way is up
when you've been flipped
Upside down, intertwined and
knotted until you popped then
You stop because you're the top
Story on the breaking news Broken limbs,
broken wings, the analogy everything wrong with
The world when the former &
the Latter couldn't take you any higher
Because you fall would break you apart ,
Again...

How do you know which way is up
When you've flipped Upside down,
intertwined and Knotted until you popped?