The Path I'd Traveled

I traveled this far to YOU because I needed to,
Get some things off my chest as best I knew,
For the days to months I've gazed,
Away, also made it hard for me to breathe,
Tightening like barbed wire; 
Hours I've spent gently pulling and tugging for 
Air; so when I decided to travel this far because 
I needed to get some things off my chest
As best I knew, I slowly lifted
Those tightening barbed wires,
Tilting my head and bending my knees,
As I lifted these things over my head
Only to rest them upon my shoulders,
To alleviate pressure on my chest.

As I traveled to YOU I continued to gaze
Away, my breath began to shorten as my stride;
Each step gradually slower as my back 
Remained titled from the burdens on my shoulders,
I continued to hold them because it was better than the
Tightening of barbed wire;
Hours I've spent purposefully moving forward for
Air; so when I decided to travel this far because
I needed to get some things off my chest
As best I knew, I reluctantly dropped my lifted burdens;
Rolling my shoulders and bending my back,
I released the burdens I'd held so high,
Only to rest them upon the path I had traveled,
To alleviate the pressure on my chest.

As I traveled to YOU, I continued to gaze
Away, my breath flowed like the gentle breeze, I moved, 
As Best I knew... 

Contemplating Home

He asked, "do you know what you're doing there?"
Fair question, no subliminal yet it held the suggestion;
Was I moving in the right direction? Contemplate...
Sometimes you find home when you move far away.

She asked, "do you know where you're going?
Talent can only take you so far."
Among the stars is where I'm destined to dwell--Contemplate...
Sometimes you find home when you venture far away.

He asked, "what are you here for?"
Fair question, no subliminal yet it held the suggestion;
Was I stagnant, a fragment, needing to be completed?
Was I in search of a purpose that was sent to find me?
Contrary.
Have I been moving in the right direction? Contemplate...
Sometimes you find home when you feel out of place.

She asked, "why are you here? Talent can only
Take you so far."
Among the clouds is where we are; Contemplate...
Sometimes you find home when you build in your space.

Outside Looking In - Log Entry #58

Her: What are you doing?
Why are you making that face?
Him: This is my sexy face.
Her: Get a new one...

Her: How do you like the food?
Him: I appreciate the effort. You
did a great job. I do prefer grilled
over baked though.
Her: We'll see when I cook again.
Him: What did I say?

Him: I'm thinking of taking a trip
to have time to myself.
Her: Who you going with?
Him: No one.
Her: So, you expect me to believe that?
Maybe you need to take some time
to figure out if you want to be here!
Him: *speechless*

Her: I don't want you to wait for me.
Him: If I can't wait for the
Love of Life then what else is there?
Her: What if you're wrong?
Him: Love is never wrong...

Nothing New Under the Sun

Haven't spent time in this creative space
in a while...

If there's nothing new under the sun,
then inventions only recreate songs unsung,
then writers only pen ideas others forgot,
and buzzer beaters never really take the last shot.

If there's nothing new under the sun,
then why wonder when time reveals that you've only just begun,
then dreamers only recycle nightmares and fantasies,
and cross-genetic experiments aren't making anything.

If there's nothing new under the sun,
then mistakes should be less important than how it is done,
then letting go of love is a way of winning the fight,
and how you choose to live can be guided by hindsight.

A Scripted Love...

Some actors struggle to play their part...

Is it bad that...
I wanna fight for you when you leave,
I watch closely, hoping you turn around
I hold my breath and stand still;
I can't imagine this to be true,
I can't imagine living without you...
Like a scripted love...

Is it bad to question...
The reason you came my direction,
The seasons we shared in sessions,
The way you exhaled my name,
The times I did the same,
The feeling to be in your presence,
The instant mental connection,
The acceptance of life with you...
Like a scripted love...

Is it bad to hold on...
To what some would say is so wrong,
To what others would say to hold on,
To the only thing that makes you feel whole,
To the person who makes you feel when others can't;
To moments because time won't allow timeless experiences,
To boundless realities to cherish with you...
Like a scripted love...

Is it bad not to...
Live as if you aren't here,
Live and disregard what your eyes speak so clearly;
Live like I'm someone I'm not,
Live the way others may say,
Live in spite of what makes sense to most,
Live for the truth of what I hold so dear;
Live with you, yet live without you...
Like a scripted love...

Today's Reality, Case #6113

I was listening to Kendrick Lamar, a phenomenal artist, 
and my mind began to race with thoughts in a particular
rhyme scheme. The words in the first stanza arrived 
immediately. The rest, flowed as I typed. I'm not really 
sure how my mind connects dots like this...

Today I wanted to...
Be where I could come over & see,
Reality like it was scripted but gifted so you'd believe,
Your willing suspension of disbelief wouldn't be needed,
Succeeded by my brown eyes,
Turning your frown upside down...

If I could come over & see,
Reality like "YES, I KNEW THAT WE WERE MEANT TO BE!"
Shouting freely from my lungs as I plunge into your seas,
Creating secrets so when we were together we would be,
In our own little world, with vast uncharted lands,
Feeling like we had forever, the sands of time never ran...

If I could come over & see,
Reality like, "don't pinch me if I'm dreaming!"

Reality like, "I can't believe what I'm seeing!"

Reality like, "My life truly has meaning!"

Reality like it was scripted but gifted so you'd believe...

Today I wanted to...
Be with you...
Today I wanted to...
Share this with you.

Just Want to Be

Sometimes...inspiration comes without any experience 
of your own.  Other times...well...you just know...

As a man, it's that feeling...when you just want to be 
In her presence;
Seconds turning into minutes seem like weeks,
Days are an eternity of yearning for her
Sweet scent -- her cool breeze.

As a man, it's that feeling...when you just want to be
In her presence;
Kisses placed on her hands and cheek,
Appreciating all of her,
Sex isn't the prize...you're lost in her eyes.

As a man, it's that feeling...when you just want to be
In her presence;
Moments lost admiring her grace,
Dreaming of ways to say Love to her heart,
For yours pound heavily, wanting to feel hers.

As a man, it's that feeling...when you just want to be
In her presence...you know it's real then...