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?

Mush in My Heart

This was written for an open mic performance.  

Soul-Mate…

Seems like another overused term like, “I love you” or “I miss you” or “You’re great” wait…

I suppose that may sound a little bitter, whittling away to keep warm from the winter cold, those shoulders weren’t very broad but that young lady truly had my heart and soul…

I was devoted…would stand in lines, twice eternity’s time for a sip of her fine; travel through battles in unknown lands, planned to stand yet the Mush in My Heart made me meek; sort of like when she’d speak to me and call me that name that made me change direction…even my inflection projected my willingness to display the effort I attempted to model, yet I was the one who followed…willingly…honestly, I’m not pondering on whether or not my decisions were wrong, I’m too busy trying to learn this song of longing because my mate made me…want to give my soul to hers, the words were being practice but were never perfected and I doubt that anytime soon they will be heard…

Soul-Mate…

Seems like another overused term like, “boo” or “babe” or “honey” wait…

I suppose that may sound a little bitter, whittling away to keep warm from the winter cold, those shoulders weren’t very broad but that young lady truly had my heart and soul…

I was devoted…tried to move forward though my past dragged skeletons, telling them “keep quiet” yet soul mates know everything right?  They accept everything, make you feel you can do anything; travel through battles in unknown lands, soul mates plan to stand yet the Mush in My Heart made it hard to speak; like when I felt I was no longer seen, my pain, my love, my inner being caught in the scoop of a red dot beam SCREAMS didn’t seem to matter…though shattered glass may be interpreted as irrational actions; actors play roles, auditioned or chosen and those are the ones we love…yet the ones who give their heart and soul are told, “it’s just not believable,” a statement inconceivable coming from the one, who held my soul…sometimes I wonder when I lost control…

Soul-Mate…

Seems like another overused term…I stand here guilty of the phrase, “You live and you learn.” 

Was I devoted?  Not sure the lessons or standards I needed to master…wanted to travel through battles in unknown lands and stand together yet my soul mate created this Mush in My Heart that made me want to sing, think of things I could do just so she could hold tight to my wing, things don’t always work out as we plan but damn…I was her NUMBER ONE FAN, she knew me when I didn’t know myself, nonverbal conversations, jokes, a real connection may have all been in my head instead of the reality that she may have been gone before I ever arrived…my soul mate seemed to drift away in the dark; my soul mate may hate that we even had a start; my soul mate may not be mine…and I’m not sure if I can get back what I gave away…

Soul mate…

Seems like another overused term…yet this Mush in My Heart is attached to a Soul-Mate’s burn.

I Cried Myself Awake

I cried myself awake today

No tissue; just a fleece blanket and music

The volume provided the background

To sobs, praise and pleading to take it all away

There was no rhythm, no harmony

Only the sounds of aching and relief

I cried myself awake today

No audience; just my knees on the floor and hair in my face

Uncontrollable emotion searched my body for escape

Even raised me hands begging to take it all away

There was no answer, yet I began to feel thankful

Soon I began to hear lyrics, which calmed my spirit

I cried myself awake today

No hate; just hurt from the pressures of life’s assessments

Thankful that I’m still here, although I wanted to leave

But running only prolongs the inevitable

Longing for that Faithful steer

Opened my eyes, wiped away the tears

Began feeling relief, it was being taken away

Moving forward from the fight within

Remembering: Greatness Begins with an End.