March

It was spring, summer, winter, all in one day,

The people came out, and the skirts came out,

Then the furs came out, and they all blew away.

And the next week came with the snow and the cold,

In like a lion, out like a lamb, fortune favors the bold.

Conflicted

That I can believe in so much, and so little, at the same time,

That I can do so much, and so little, at the same time,

That I can feel so much, and so little, at the same time,

Only makes me wonder if I should be amazed by the much, or the little.

We are so many, and some are entertained, 

By the most irrelevant, and the most mundane,

While some of us endevour, and make the most of our full brain,

But in our epic struggle, 

We are both big and little.

Start

Let me meet you up an hour early,

Near that cross street where you first met me,

And I'll sweep you off your feet if you let me

I just won't beg for you

And we'll talk like we're old best friends

Stroll down the cobblestones and laugh about our future

And if theres ever gone to be an end

Well we'll laugh about that too 

You're smart when you talk

I think you to seem to know me

And I think you're down to start something

You just need to show me

And we'll see how we feel about it

If the stars are all aligned 

Then we know what to do 

Outlook

We sat on a bench in a park;

A placed we'd made love in the dark.

But on this sunny day a lonely old man,

Found solace with pidgeon feed in hand.

As we watched him feeding the birds, Behind him the bushes were stirred,

And out popped a laughing little kid,

Who chased the birds and screamed as he did.

The frown on the old fellows face

Made us grin as we took it all in,

A charming little slice of life, 

Had unfolded right before our eyes.

Later, back home on the couch, 

The same couch we'd longed for through months on the bench,

We had rented Iron Man and together held our breathes

As Iron Man battled the bad guy to death

The bad guy had lifted a van, 

And in doing so put a family in danger,

You tssked and said 'I can't believe how mean he is being'

And I stared at you in adoring wonder.

The reason I like benches and couches,

Is because I like to share your world view,

But when I step back to look at who I've been looking with,

There's no view that's better than you.

Intention

This is not an epic set in modern times

There is no need for poems or your useless rhymes,

This is where I draw the line and I'm serious, I will not be a part of this..

But then again..

It's been so long since I've been kissed

Since I felt a hand around my wrist

A heart under a chest

A slow steady breath

An excercise that leaves nothing left..

This is not my style, so you must take care

I am fragile and worse, I don't need you here

This was not my intention, in fact I wish I never had done

But here we are so you may buy me a drink, and only one..

But then again..

I have learned of longing, or more precisely, the absence of

I was scared to find I could be content to live my days without love

You have made me foolish, you have lost my nerve,

You have put us on a path we didn't deserve

This is not a romance, where it all works out,

You sowwed the seeds of uncertainty, now you reap the doubt..

But then again..

There were times you surprised me, where you made me strong

There were times you impressed me and admitted your wrongs

There is hope but it's fleeting, what chance do we have

Its getting late and by the eleventh hour, you'll just have to ask

Intertwined

With bells on, leaning forward, keen as morning sunshine, keeping calm, keeping warm,

But then alarm bells, startled backwards, frozen like a blizzard, lovestruck strong;

Tummy shudders, gentle caress, elevated heart rate, lowered breathe;

Icy eyes, charming smile, passion like a storm, 

Intent in a clenched fist, goosebumps down your arm;

Midnight spill, morning guilt, hesitant laughter, awkward pauses, shit-eating grin, 

Should have left before sunrise, God's scrutiny, forseeable consequences, shouldn't sin;

Knowing gaze, subtle blush, sentimental good morning touch;

Entwined fingers face the day, and leave behind the bed they made.

Mine

You wanted a second opinion when our canary died,

You pushed further into the abyss

And I was reminded of the time we were stranded 

In that Portugese police station stitch

My favorite t-shirt and all of those pictures

Stolen by wandering tramps 

But all of my feelings were trapped by the ceiling

Hammered down like passport stamps

Was I to blame, because I took the bait

Or were you to blame for seeing too late

That the writing on the wall 

Said this place has been closed

Its a danger to be here at all