"A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." -Maya Angelou

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Iseut (English Translation)

From the moment of the potion’s touch
Delicate fingers rise to brush
Her quivering lips, light clearing the dim
A fresh pain she senses, the love of him

She sees in his eyes, calm before the storm
So deep are they, so courageous and warm
He renders Brown beautiful as never before
Giving life to the color that’s always ignored.

Circumstance fights with all its force
Nature wrestles with strength and resource
The Elements whirl about in aggression

But nothing can erase her undying passion
She loves him despite Them despite great distance
Love the victor, for them, pleasure’s ever immense.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Just Ask June

There’s no reason I shouldn’t be mad as hell,
Screaming at the gods or brewing a spell,
There’s no reason I shouldn’t shake my fists,
Drowning in endless planning and lists.

There’s no reason I shouldn’t curse the Earth,
Shouting profanities, for what they’re worth,
There’s no reason I shouldn’t just let go,
Let chance take me places I cannot yet know.

There’s no reason I shouldn’t cry every night,
Aching in agony, writhing in spite,
There’s no reason I shouldn’t just give in,
Allowing these burdens the hard earned win.

But I won’t ever let these things be so,
Or turn my back on what I surely know,
That you are the reason I’ll suffer it all
No matter how fast or how often I fall.

Instead I say let’s dive right in, head first,
Together I know we can conquer the worst
Of the hardships in life or the problems we’ll face,
Our epic love spans through time and through space.

So ignore them, those who told you to pause,
Keep the dream alive, believe in the cause,
The brevity of life should keep us going,
Not stopping for anything, always knowing

That the message is clear and has been all along
In all of our poems and in every song,
Our time is our own, so I say make haste and
Sing out: Let’s go, time’s a wastin’!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


It’s one of those things
People expect you’ll just
Right back, but you can’t.

They just don’t understand
Even if they do
They don’t.
It’s almost ineffable

The hurt we feel without him,
Two weeks later
Here I am crying all over
Again, I can’t stop

The world without him
Feels even more alone,
As if that were possible
Especially now, but somehow

It is.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Spice to My Sugar

There is this girl
I know so well
And you, you know
Her too she’s
Always dance dance dancing
Life away with
Little to slow
Her down swirling
Whirling round
And round and
Round and

Perhaps that
Just the way
She wants
You to see her
Can’t stop-
For a minute or
All falls
Apart she
Depends on
Me, depends on

She has a heart
Of gold, of gold
You know
She cares so much
It makes her cry
The tough exterior
And carefree way
Are merely guises
For the fragile
Soul that lies
Within and

She’ll keep on
Keep on dancing
And try
Her very best
To be brave she
Keeps on keeps on
Dance dancing
Until she finds
The one
Brave enough to

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Choppy Constance

Being apart gives me the constant sensation
That something is stuck on the tip of my tongue
Like there’s something I’ve forgotten to say
Or an important story left untold

It’s like losing my keys or even forgetting
An important meeting I meant to attend,
That clenching in the pit of my stomach,
Shoulders tense to remind me that

You aren’t here to talk to me, and
To make me feel at ease in life,
Showing me all that I want is right here.

I can only sigh, attempt, fail to relax,
Because the dull pain I always feel
Is the lack of you, and that, alone.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Full Circle

Once there was a little girl
Who thought she'd go and see the world,
But little did she know the suprise
Awaiting her warm and bright blue eyes.

She saw great wonders in the Pope's home,
Went to Florence to catch a glimpse of the dome.
She climbed the peaks of Switzerland,
And even viewed gifts for Mitterrand.

She heard the ringing of Big Ben,
Learned tales of ghosts in Edinburgh then
She marveled at the chateaux in Perigord,
And listened to endless French folklore.

She tasted splendors in Ankara,
Explored the entire Alhambra,
She danced the tango in B.A.,
Went to Versailles to see the palais.

She visited the Marché de Noel,
So much she knew she'd have to tell
To those whom she had left behind
When she had known they wouldn't mind.

And what she learned she did not expect
Despite her marvelous intellect,
That the home that she had left one fall
Was the place that she loved most of all.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

The Lack of You

It's a wonder what the heart can survive.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

The (Un)attainable

2 a.m., I’m wide awake again, with
Warm butterflies for company
After months and months and here I am
Tingles rise to phantom boiling points.

It’s not supposed to be like this
At least it never was before
My swelling vessels, tightened lungs
Tugging me in apparent reverse.

But I’m no fool, clear skies ahead
I’ll not forsake the whimsy yet
‘Tis but proof once and for all, it’s
Possible to catch a snowflake.