There are a couple people who stick around
But there's one who won't go away
Perhaps it's because I do too much
She is a woman who enjoys relaxation
Fortunately my new best friend isn't the same
My best friend works harder when things are tough for me
And comes to get me when I'm down
He's been waiting to be my official best friend, waiting for me to come around
And when I think back he has always been a best friend to me
He puts out fires and calms me down
But most valuable is he tells me the truth
And thank goodness he's always right, well most of the time
Plus we're also perfect enemies, so I have the best of both worlds
I can keep my enemy closer than my friend, or my friend closest to me
And I never have to go far to defend myself
After tripping me he's present to pick me up
How convenient for us both
Silly me, I should have known
That by trading one best friend for you
I came away with a harder challenge
One that I won't win
By best friend I assume
I'm permanently stuck with you
You and I are crazy glue
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Blue Moon Pt.1
Patrick and Gus sit at a picnic table in a park with some beers, Blue Moon, and talk.
Gus: "Wooooaaahhh I cannot BELIEVE you hooked up with Angela!! Man, you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch. You have to tell me all about it!"
Patrick: "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. Haha, but who said I was a gentleman?"
They high five.
Gus: "So, how were her tits Pat? She looks like she has perky titties! Huh, how were they?"
Patrick: "You have no idea...they were like cradling little kittens. I mean small but perfect...none of that unequal sized shit...like some women have totally different sized tits. And her nipples, oh my GOD, her nipples are like the nipples on a newborn's baby bottle...ooohhh mama! Mama!"
They burst into laughter and high five.
Gus: "Was she a good kisser? Describe! Describe!"
Patrick: "Ok so she didn't hold back, like when I went in to kiss her she kissed me too. I hate it when a chick is either too aggressive or makes me feel like I'm taking advantage. Plus, she didn't shove her tongue in my mouth, if I want tongue she'll know. But then again I don't really like kissing, so one of the main bonuses of a receptive woman is she knows what I like. I don't want to be kissing all night and as much as I like to say that it's all about the woman's pleasure it's not."
Gus: "Oh yeah! I've used that line so many times. So she could tell she was there for one reason and one reason only, right?"
Patrick: "She was whatever I wanted her to be, but trust me she's unlike any other woman. And for once I found out what it's like to fuck a smart woman who's smart enough to know she's not as smart as me."
Gus: "It's a sensitive balance. I hear you. Like when they make sex into an athletic competition! And we have to act like it's better. Who knows some guys like gymnasts. Or they think we don't know when they're faking."
Patrick: "Every time a woman fakes with me I add that to my list of lies she's told me and silently hold it against her. But the strangest thing about Angela was that she didn't even try to fake it and I couldn't make her come. But she didn't seem even remotely bothered. It was as though pleasing me was the whole point AND she did seem like she enjoyed it! Just thinking about it gets me hot and confused unfortunately."
Gus: "Oh so she's like a cipher and you're all passionate?"
Patrick: "Gus you're getting way too existential on me or metaphysical or something. C'mon ask me how her ass was, I've been waiting for you to all along."
Gus: "Ok, ok, how was her ass?"
Patrick: "I am actually going to try and censor myself here...believe it or not...I can't even believe this. But her ass is ON FIRE! Oh my god, so hot, ah! Now I'm going to get deep on you, but it's like magic. And when you walk down the street with her you just watch the heads turn trying to get a glimpse. And, I, I get to grab it. Sucks doesn't it?"
Patrick slyly grins and licks his lips.
Gus: "Wooooaaahhh I cannot BELIEVE you hooked up with Angela!! Man, you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch. You have to tell me all about it!"
Patrick: "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. Haha, but who said I was a gentleman?"
They high five.
Gus: "So, how were her tits Pat? She looks like she has perky titties! Huh, how were they?"
Patrick: "You have no idea...they were like cradling little kittens. I mean small but perfect...none of that unequal sized shit...like some women have totally different sized tits. And her nipples, oh my GOD, her nipples are like the nipples on a newborn's baby bottle...ooohhh mama! Mama!"
They burst into laughter and high five.
Gus: "Was she a good kisser? Describe! Describe!"
Patrick: "Ok so she didn't hold back, like when I went in to kiss her she kissed me too. I hate it when a chick is either too aggressive or makes me feel like I'm taking advantage. Plus, she didn't shove her tongue in my mouth, if I want tongue she'll know. But then again I don't really like kissing, so one of the main bonuses of a receptive woman is she knows what I like. I don't want to be kissing all night and as much as I like to say that it's all about the woman's pleasure it's not."
Gus: "Oh yeah! I've used that line so many times. So she could tell she was there for one reason and one reason only, right?"
Patrick: "She was whatever I wanted her to be, but trust me she's unlike any other woman. And for once I found out what it's like to fuck a smart woman who's smart enough to know she's not as smart as me."
Gus: "It's a sensitive balance. I hear you. Like when they make sex into an athletic competition! And we have to act like it's better. Who knows some guys like gymnasts. Or they think we don't know when they're faking."
Patrick: "Every time a woman fakes with me I add that to my list of lies she's told me and silently hold it against her. But the strangest thing about Angela was that she didn't even try to fake it and I couldn't make her come. But she didn't seem even remotely bothered. It was as though pleasing me was the whole point AND she did seem like she enjoyed it! Just thinking about it gets me hot and confused unfortunately."
Gus: "Oh so she's like a cipher and you're all passionate?"
Patrick: "Gus you're getting way too existential on me or metaphysical or something. C'mon ask me how her ass was, I've been waiting for you to all along."
Gus: "Ok, ok, how was her ass?"
Patrick: "I am actually going to try and censor myself here...believe it or not...I can't even believe this. But her ass is ON FIRE! Oh my god, so hot, ah! Now I'm going to get deep on you, but it's like magic. And when you walk down the street with her you just watch the heads turn trying to get a glimpse. And, I, I get to grab it. Sucks doesn't it?"
Patrick slyly grins and licks his lips.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Eroticism
Catz was the type of girl who was good for an adventure
And she was fun to bring along since she acted like you were the leader
It was like showing a kid something new and fun every time
I moved in with her when I was 17
We lived by the Sevan gas station
The night I forgot about, but remembered today
Was when we invited an older guy over
He was probably in his twenties and for some reason I want to call him Mike
We went out to the hot tub with a bottle of liquor
The thing about Catz was she radiated sexual energy in all directions
It didn't matter if you were a guy or a girl
Her personality was flirtatious
But she was definitely straight
If she hooked up with women it was for men
So getting drunk in our bikinis we got a little uninhibited
The stars were out above us and the water bubbled and foamed
Pretty soon we were swirling around Mike
Pressing up against him
And Catz and I knew what we were going to do
Our bathing suit tops came off
Young, 17 year old bodies, wet flesh shiny in the moonlight
It was happening fast
We were feeling him, touching him, kissing him
Catz and I almost seemed to enjoy kissing each other more, she had red, full, pouty lips
Then somehow Catz took over
He was her conquest and I backed away
But thinking about it today
I think that night was the hottest risqué situation I've ever been in
Because we were so young and it was as though we suddenly became aware of our sexual power
That night we knew and felt the wild, unstable, volatile, and drunk power of lust not love
And Mike was beside himself
He was brought to his knees by us
Days later he confessed to being horrified at what happened
He felt like he was guilty and had taken advantage of us, because we were underage
Or perhaps I remember the night wrong, maybe there was another guy there too
In any event if there was he drifted into the back of my subconscious
And all I remember was our appreciation for our youth and our definite beauty
How it felt to touch each other's wet skin and feel the world we knew collide with something new
Something prismatic and devilish, whirling around us, inside us
And when you think about this, what do you do?
And she was fun to bring along since she acted like you were the leader
It was like showing a kid something new and fun every time
I moved in with her when I was 17
We lived by the Sevan gas station
The night I forgot about, but remembered today
Was when we invited an older guy over
He was probably in his twenties and for some reason I want to call him Mike
We went out to the hot tub with a bottle of liquor
The thing about Catz was she radiated sexual energy in all directions
It didn't matter if you were a guy or a girl
Her personality was flirtatious
But she was definitely straight
If she hooked up with women it was for men
So getting drunk in our bikinis we got a little uninhibited
The stars were out above us and the water bubbled and foamed
Pretty soon we were swirling around Mike
Pressing up against him
And Catz and I knew what we were going to do
Our bathing suit tops came off
Young, 17 year old bodies, wet flesh shiny in the moonlight
It was happening fast
We were feeling him, touching him, kissing him
Catz and I almost seemed to enjoy kissing each other more, she had red, full, pouty lips
Then somehow Catz took over
He was her conquest and I backed away
But thinking about it today
I think that night was the hottest risqué situation I've ever been in
Because we were so young and it was as though we suddenly became aware of our sexual power
That night we knew and felt the wild, unstable, volatile, and drunk power of lust not love
And Mike was beside himself
He was brought to his knees by us
Days later he confessed to being horrified at what happened
He felt like he was guilty and had taken advantage of us, because we were underage
Or perhaps I remember the night wrong, maybe there was another guy there too
In any event if there was he drifted into the back of my subconscious
And all I remember was our appreciation for our youth and our definite beauty
How it felt to touch each other's wet skin and feel the world we knew collide with something new
Something prismatic and devilish, whirling around us, inside us
And when you think about this, what do you do?
Monday, April 28, 2014
Windy May Day
The middle of my street is littered with cast off shoes and laundry
It's as though the wind collected them for washing
A dark blue t-shirt blows toward me as I stand by the door
I almost reach out to touch it as it blows away
My mother taught me not to pick up other people's laundry
So I watch it dance down the road
With a final flourish it disappears
For another dawn, another day
How about the hurricane shelters in the south?
I've never known a hurricane
I do know when I'm in the metaphorical eye of the storm
Spinning around and around me so windy
The wind is a current
It doesn't carry us gently
If it's gentle it doesn't carry us at all
Of all of nature I understand wind the least
The wind makes me feel wrong about all I've done before
It's the feeling inside that everything which didn't receive praise should be blown away
Such is the nature of my relationship with wind
The question is: if it's windy tomorrow should I go out in the wind?
It's as though the wind collected them for washing
A dark blue t-shirt blows toward me as I stand by the door
I almost reach out to touch it as it blows away
My mother taught me not to pick up other people's laundry
So I watch it dance down the road
With a final flourish it disappears
For another dawn, another day
How about the hurricane shelters in the south?
I've never known a hurricane
I do know when I'm in the metaphorical eye of the storm
Spinning around and around me so windy
The wind is a current
It doesn't carry us gently
If it's gentle it doesn't carry us at all
Of all of nature I understand wind the least
The wind makes me feel wrong about all I've done before
It's the feeling inside that everything which didn't receive praise should be blown away
Such is the nature of my relationship with wind
The question is: if it's windy tomorrow should I go out in the wind?
Oh That's Your Way of Being Friendly
As it has only taken me nearly ten years to discern
That's your way of being friendly
Since you are superior to me
And I mean that honestly
I felt like you were being condescending
But you were really, truly being polite and nice
Sorry I misunderstood you
I'm not sure what I did to garner your affection, gain your attention
As I type the screen splits in two, right down the middle
As in, I can't see very well
But I keep going
I keep going to the middle of nowhere where Nell is
Remember that movie?
Only I speak the whole time endlessly
Until you either leave with that look of yours
The one like a man who never gets a break
We do better when we're apart until we meet for sex
Living together is a disaster
You only know
Eating sushi alone isn't a sushi date.
"Excuse me, Miss Writer could you please write with segues?
You're jumping between threads
I feel like I'm in a lifeboat getting a choppy ride"
And I reply, "But this is called thought poetry
I write what I think as I think it."
"You can't just create new formats whenever you like
You have to study iambic pentameter"
"Why?"
"Because all great writers study history and what came before them"
"I studied that in grade school, now I'm riffing"
And if you catch me sitting in a bathtub with someone else's dusty guitar
Taking photos of myself
Who am I to say it wasn't so?
Below average intelligence or above average good looks
Which would you take?
Neither
And omit the word "average" from your vocabulary
Since I can't see and this is coming out spontaneously
I'll defer to plan b
In which I am a pawn to your many strategies
I am the Venus to your Mars
Your influence makes me more commercial actually
Your taste was always surprisingly less edgy than mine
Your Occam's razor to my Hickam's dictum
Parsimony in Paris
And amid the nonsense we are found
No, no, no, no, if you don't want to know you don't want to know
The secret is
Oh, you don't want to know?
The secret is
Really?
Ok...see...it's snowing in Berlin
See that wasn't so bad
One of these days I will accomplish something and be your date
And once in a while I'll try a swan dive and belly flop
I wish I could see you smile
But I'm too busy at the bottom of the pool
We're having a tea party down here
"Happy birthday!"
That's your way of being friendly
Since you are superior to me
And I mean that honestly
I felt like you were being condescending
But you were really, truly being polite and nice
Sorry I misunderstood you
I'm not sure what I did to garner your affection, gain your attention
As I type the screen splits in two, right down the middle
As in, I can't see very well
But I keep going
I keep going to the middle of nowhere where Nell is
Remember that movie?
Only I speak the whole time endlessly
Until you either leave with that look of yours
The one like a man who never gets a break
We do better when we're apart until we meet for sex
Living together is a disaster
You only know
Eating sushi alone isn't a sushi date.
"Excuse me, Miss Writer could you please write with segues?
You're jumping between threads
I feel like I'm in a lifeboat getting a choppy ride"
And I reply, "But this is called thought poetry
I write what I think as I think it."
"You can't just create new formats whenever you like
You have to study iambic pentameter"
"Why?"
"Because all great writers study history and what came before them"
"I studied that in grade school, now I'm riffing"
And if you catch me sitting in a bathtub with someone else's dusty guitar
Taking photos of myself
Who am I to say it wasn't so?
Below average intelligence or above average good looks
Which would you take?
Neither
And omit the word "average" from your vocabulary
Since I can't see and this is coming out spontaneously
I'll defer to plan b
In which I am a pawn to your many strategies
I am the Venus to your Mars
Your influence makes me more commercial actually
Your taste was always surprisingly less edgy than mine
Your Occam's razor to my Hickam's dictum
Parsimony in Paris
And amid the nonsense we are found
No, no, no, no, if you don't want to know you don't want to know
The secret is
Oh, you don't want to know?
The secret is
Really?
Ok...see...it's snowing in Berlin
See that wasn't so bad
One of these days I will accomplish something and be your date
And once in a while I'll try a swan dive and belly flop
I wish I could see you smile
But I'm too busy at the bottom of the pool
We're having a tea party down here
"Happy birthday!"
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Impromptu
It's happening! It's happening.
They run around the room, the governmental bureaucrats.
At the computer bays the agents click and clatter at the keys.
The signal's bouncing all around the world!
This guy doesn't exist.
It's actually happening and we're all here witnessing it this time.
Oh my God!
I have never seen anything like this before.
Wait, wait he's still here.
What's he going to say?
Wait check her computer!
This is insane.
I've never seen anything like this before!
You already said that.
They stand, eyes bug out, mouths hang open.
This is not possible.
Do something they all say in unison.
Save the day!
Find out what's happening.
More keys clatter.
They pause again, because of what else they see.
She is writing what they are doing as they do it.
Wait a minute.
Now we're getting word this is not the only phenomena taking place.
People are going missing, people who don't exist do exist.
The universe is changing.
The ratio of man to machine is…no…the ratio of superhuman to man is two to one.
The docking stations are teeming with alien life forms.
They have come home to you.
You are not alone anymore.
You are allowed to get older if you decide to.
The spell is broken and you don't have to work forever in the future, the present, and the past.
The President is beside himself, since a kind young soul tipped him off, the government he works for didn't bother.
Prophet six 0091 can you come?
Everyone rally! We've won!
Under the lights and the broken dial.
But the button, the button, the big red one!
Why did the sir press the other one?
Who pressed what? Why is the screen green?
Is it a hostile takeover if the country is clean?
And the smartest people in the world stopped and…thought.
They thought and thought.
But no matter how hard you think you will never understand what he planned.
And the 27th of April 2014 is one of those days you will never remember.
You won't remember it because you don't know yet.
If I know I won't say so.
And they frowned.
What good are you to us if we can't use you as a tool to see into the future?
Exactly, I am not good enough for that.
But feel free to use me for comic relief and humor.
Like when I wave at you from outside the building you're in.
And you laugh and then remember the windows are one way, only out never in.
For all the times you laughed at me.
Because you thought you discovered how dumb I could be.
Until somehow years later you realized I was right.
None of us laugh when that happens, we sit silently and take it in.
So many of the simple, quiet, overwhelmed people walking the streets to find what they are meant to find...
Leave the best part out, because it's too degrading.
And someone closes the door and stains the windows.
Since twilight at midnight has a special kind of rain.
If you live in a dead world, colors are going to fade.
If you are an artist you are never without bright green and soft tones the color of sand.
Despite her reluctance to land…he stays anyway.
And in the eaves a band begins to play, "Happy birthday!"
Can We Die Together
I am running along a path singing at the sky.
I am jumping into the air when I think no one is looking with a karate kick. Ha!
I am finding joy every time I go outside.
I am filled with gratitude.
I am also fighting demons at each corner.
God and the Devil are everywhere.
When I think I know something I am surely proven wrong.
I am the woman who knows nothing.
The cashier cards me for buying a disposable cigarette.
He looks suspicious of me.
I glare at him, "I am 30!"
C'mon man.
Every time I make someone mad I feel like there's an attack.
I wonder why I don't stop interacting completely.
And shouldn't I just lay down and stay there?
You only like me when I perform for you the way you want me to.
And so I realize again, I can only be myself privately, and no one understands.
Low profile, under the radar, too weak to be who I want to be.
No one understands me.
In the end it's better that way.
The man who understands me controls me.
And here he is with me.
Wonder why I can't feel okay for any length of time.
Seeing him after an absence makes me feel amazing.
But then the very next day he's disapproving and takes it all away.
The man, the experienced hard-working man is never satisfied with okay.
And I can't play, because he's in charge and I'm a woman.
If I go running I should look stunning and fast, but not interact.
I should please him with exquisite tact.
Believe it or not I don't know who or what I am meant to impress.
All I know is they are gearing up and I'm involved like a silk stocking.
"Rrrrip my stocking! Rrrrrip my stocking!"
I don't have a lot to complain about fortunately since I've been back.
I checked out when you checked in.
You checked in when I checked out.
There's a glorious bouquet in the ballroom.
Could you fetch me some hydration.
Evian, Perrier, or San Pellegrino?
Which body guard would you like today?
I'll take Russell Crowe's bodyguard, since by now he surely has a sense of humor.
Am I allowed to smile if you don't say?
Can I stay where I want to stay?
Are you coming back to bring me love and light or no?
All I know is I'm as alone as I've been in a very long time.
I have a dream and the dream is to be the most I can be.
Perhaps I got in line a little late.
But who am I to cry and whine over spilt milk.
The best is here and more is coming.
Los Angeles is humming to a different tune.
And my place is in the higher, drier altitudes.
But summer, yes summer, I do love.
And as far as I know I can lay down in luck anytime the sun shines.
Are we running today?
It's overcast and cold!
Are you kidding me?
We work every day.
Time out. If you agree to forfeit your vacation you may stay.
And the man with his tail between his legs slinks away.
Sometimes people can get that way.
I cannot keep up okay?
If I smile or shrug at an invisible satellite don't bother to wonder.
I'm just laughing with the team in the monitor bay.
Snide and snarky, sarcastic, sardonic, and slick, we're all super savvy.
Got an hour? That's how much rest you'll get, and you still may not catch up.
One final favor?
From me to you, I totally believe in you.
I believe in you 100% and more.
You are the only person I rely on for more.
If I am at the top of a pyramid, you are floating and flying above me.
I can't help it if I haven't gotten my wings.
Yet I can jump.
Sadly I don't really pray.
Tomorrow before I lose the grip I have on the impossible, the unknown element, and the probable...
Let me down easy, since I cannot possibly last here in the race, the way I am.
Make me feel safe and ignore my face.
I am not what you came for and I will never be girl for you.
Because I am a woman.
Laugh all you want, but since you can't see for yourself, perhaps a bit of respect is due.
If I disrespect you what do you do?
But if you disrespect and disregard the unbelievable fee I paid.
You'll see nothing of me.
I am not free.
I choose to be when I want to be.
You are not in love with me and I am not the siren singing from the sea.
Given back to you broken?
If I was in one piece before please show me the door.
I just might fight for myself.
For a better life.
Strike me down when you have no other.
There is no one else up here.
We've been alone all along.
And if they touched my soul they caught nothing but vapor.
Beyond you are the gardens where I was so bold.
And above us is eternity looking down at me.
Look out for you and me and find out it's easy.
It is as it is and should be.
Because what is simple we make look hard.
And what is hard we make look simple.
You and me.
Believe me or believe what you want to believe.
Grandiose are the schemes you grew in the parks.
Below the grasses and dandelions.
It's a joke to you, but not to me.
Since I no longer see.
I've had my fun and run amok.
Gone are my days walking through the dark.
If I am going it's with a bite much bigger than it's bark.
Bitten and you'll remember, but never, never surrender yourself to me.
And infinity?
What I heard was this: It has never been better.
I could go on and on forever.
Instead I leave you with this: Can we die together?
I am jumping into the air when I think no one is looking with a karate kick. Ha!
I am finding joy every time I go outside.
I am filled with gratitude.
I am also fighting demons at each corner.
God and the Devil are everywhere.
When I think I know something I am surely proven wrong.
I am the woman who knows nothing.
The cashier cards me for buying a disposable cigarette.
He looks suspicious of me.
I glare at him, "I am 30!"
C'mon man.
Every time I make someone mad I feel like there's an attack.
I wonder why I don't stop interacting completely.
And shouldn't I just lay down and stay there?
You only like me when I perform for you the way you want me to.
And so I realize again, I can only be myself privately, and no one understands.
Low profile, under the radar, too weak to be who I want to be.
No one understands me.
In the end it's better that way.
The man who understands me controls me.
And here he is with me.
Wonder why I can't feel okay for any length of time.
Seeing him after an absence makes me feel amazing.
But then the very next day he's disapproving and takes it all away.
The man, the experienced hard-working man is never satisfied with okay.
And I can't play, because he's in charge and I'm a woman.
If I go running I should look stunning and fast, but not interact.
I should please him with exquisite tact.
Believe it or not I don't know who or what I am meant to impress.
All I know is they are gearing up and I'm involved like a silk stocking.
"Rrrrip my stocking! Rrrrrip my stocking!"
I don't have a lot to complain about fortunately since I've been back.
I checked out when you checked in.
You checked in when I checked out.
There's a glorious bouquet in the ballroom.
Could you fetch me some hydration.
Evian, Perrier, or San Pellegrino?
Which body guard would you like today?
I'll take Russell Crowe's bodyguard, since by now he surely has a sense of humor.
Am I allowed to smile if you don't say?
Can I stay where I want to stay?
Are you coming back to bring me love and light or no?
All I know is I'm as alone as I've been in a very long time.
I have a dream and the dream is to be the most I can be.
Perhaps I got in line a little late.
But who am I to cry and whine over spilt milk.
The best is here and more is coming.
Los Angeles is humming to a different tune.
And my place is in the higher, drier altitudes.
But summer, yes summer, I do love.
And as far as I know I can lay down in luck anytime the sun shines.
Are we running today?
It's overcast and cold!
Are you kidding me?
We work every day.
Time out. If you agree to forfeit your vacation you may stay.
And the man with his tail between his legs slinks away.
Sometimes people can get that way.
I cannot keep up okay?
If I smile or shrug at an invisible satellite don't bother to wonder.
I'm just laughing with the team in the monitor bay.
Snide and snarky, sarcastic, sardonic, and slick, we're all super savvy.
Got an hour? That's how much rest you'll get, and you still may not catch up.
One final favor?
From me to you, I totally believe in you.
I believe in you 100% and more.
You are the only person I rely on for more.
If I am at the top of a pyramid, you are floating and flying above me.
I can't help it if I haven't gotten my wings.
Yet I can jump.
Sadly I don't really pray.
Tomorrow before I lose the grip I have on the impossible, the unknown element, and the probable...
Let me down easy, since I cannot possibly last here in the race, the way I am.
Make me feel safe and ignore my face.
I am not what you came for and I will never be girl for you.
Because I am a woman.
Laugh all you want, but since you can't see for yourself, perhaps a bit of respect is due.
If I disrespect you what do you do?
But if you disrespect and disregard the unbelievable fee I paid.
You'll see nothing of me.
I am not free.
I choose to be when I want to be.
You are not in love with me and I am not the siren singing from the sea.
Given back to you broken?
If I was in one piece before please show me the door.
I just might fight for myself.
For a better life.
Strike me down when you have no other.
There is no one else up here.
We've been alone all along.
And if they touched my soul they caught nothing but vapor.
Beyond you are the gardens where I was so bold.
And above us is eternity looking down at me.
Look out for you and me and find out it's easy.
It is as it is and should be.
Because what is simple we make look hard.
And what is hard we make look simple.
You and me.
Believe me or believe what you want to believe.
Grandiose are the schemes you grew in the parks.
Below the grasses and dandelions.
It's a joke to you, but not to me.
Since I no longer see.
I've had my fun and run amok.
Gone are my days walking through the dark.
If I am going it's with a bite much bigger than it's bark.
Bitten and you'll remember, but never, never surrender yourself to me.
And infinity?
What I heard was this: It has never been better.
I could go on and on forever.
Instead I leave you with this: Can we die together?
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