Out of the Blues
There's a man I met once.
His voice was gritty and his skin was dark; tanned darker by a southern sun and an eastward wind.
His words were wise with experience but his soul dripped sadness.
In a verse, he could tell you where you were coming from. Though his origins were unknown.
His voice had a bit of Georgia...or was that Alabama? No, definitely Arkansas. No that's wrong, too.
His origins were unknown.
He came,
from out of the blues.
In 3 chords, he could tell you your future. In 3 more, he'd make sense of your past.
In the turnaround he'd reveal your greatest triumph. Then liken it to a time of vulnerability; that time you were most indefensibly exposed.
I was leveled to nothing, then he brought me back up. The chorus showed me his nascence and pulled me in with him.
He left me there to crawl out on my own.
to crawl out.
Out of the Blues.
Out of the Blues
There's a man I met once.
His voice was gritty and his skin was dark; tanned darker by a southern sun and an eastward wind.
His words were wise with experience but his soul dripped sadness.
In a verse, he could tell you where you were coming from. Though his origins were unknown.
His voice had a bit of Georgia...or was that Alabama? No, definitely Arkansas. No that's wrong, too.
His origins were unknown. He came,
from out of the blues.
In 3 chords, he could tell you your future. In 3 more, he'd make sense of your past.
In the turnaround he'd reveal your greatest triumph. Then liken it to a time of vulnerability; that time you were most indefensibly exposed.
I was leveled to nothing, then he brought me back up. The chorus showed me his nascence and pulled me in with him. He left me there to crawl out on my own.
to crawl out.
Out of the Blues.
Writers Block
A forgotten melody,
A lost requiem;
My heart’s communion with yours.
My worst loss
Is your magnificent gain,
You’ll forever remain my
Most poetic
mirage.
For my Love
You may think that my love is just chemical-
Pheromones and hormones, subliminal.
But my love is a trace
of some phantom place,
Where cosmic and physical
meet intention and whimsical.
A sphere of enhancing,
ever expansing,
adoration of your heart and your face.
Happy First Day of Winter
And in good show, it was chilly and blustery this morning.
Showing off her power with restraint - proving once again that she could strip away our clothes and kill us with her icey glare if she wanted to.
Oh, Winter, you savage spinster, you.
You'll never win a companion if you continue to be as bitter and heartless as you show yourself to be.
Is it jealousy?
Wanting of Summer's warm love-filled days, Spring's sweet aromas and impressive storms, Fall's magnificent color and gentle moments as your darkness draws ever closer?
Is it spite?
Attempting to prove your independence when your actions betray you and only reveal your sadness of love lost?
Fear?
Are you too frightened to admit your vulnerabilities?
Oh Winter, you harsh soul. Both your beauty and your yearning are whispered in the silence after a heavy blanket of snow is laid down.
You cradle us in your cold,
Welcoming us to draw closer,
and you hold us, tighter
and tighter until we draw
our
last
breath.
Sines
Two tones
Two frequencies
Parallel for a moment
Cresting together
Converging wonderfully, blissfully, enveloped by each other
Dipping together
Separating
Reluctantly
Two lives
Two bodies
Parallel for a moment
Waking together
Converging lovingly, meaningfully, enveloped by the other
Laughing together
Living
Breathlessly
Two loves
Two souls
Parallel for the moment
Silently together
Laying peacefully, patiently
Enveloped by earth
Laying together
hoping for the next
Convergence
The Medical Field
Proximal Anterior
"Your shit is inferior"
To the real ulterior
Motive of the man
"Your work is too good
Our profits just should
Be written in blood
That our patients have bled"
No matter the cost
Yes, lives will be lost
Our souls will be tossed
to the devil instead
Proximal anterior
Not frontal but inferior
Brain is superior
When insurance commands
Strong Back Hand
You may think you can push, and I will fall
But I'm not the same. Nope. Not at all
You push, I push
You fight, I stand
I'm no longer that weak, scared little pawn.
I'm strong,
know who I am,
have a mean hook and a strong back hand.
You push, I push
You fight, I win.
Cause I'm no longer a push over and I know who I am.
Uprising
You've said too much, don't think I didn't notice
You've shown your hand, so you will soon know this:
That your ego has betrayed you and your efforts have far missed.
You underestimate your people's strength, just like that ignorant potus
A Perfect Night for Business
I like her scarf.
I like the thread - chunky and soft, the kind that nuzzles your cheek and begs you never to take it off.
-The warmth and softness remind me of my mom. I miss her. Bad. She was better at this than anyone in the family-
I bet she knitted that scarf herself. Ah, there's the ball of yarn by the chair; not much left.
I'll take one of those scarves.
It's funny. Someone with the money for those diamond earrings and that quality of pearls and gold - why would she bother to knit? She can buy it or pay someone to knit for her. Why bother with knitting? So slow.
I'll take all of those.
Mom always said I was too impatient. But I think she'd agree that I was patient enough on this one. Look at those watches! So rich. But if I'm too "impatient," I don't need a watch. I have too many anyway.
Leave that.
Why is there a wine glass on the bathroom sink? Why would she drink wine in the bathroom? There are lipstick prints on it. That's a dark shade. I wonder what her hair color is? I didn't notice when I watched her leave earlier-her hair brush has dark red in it-I don't think that lipstick color would go well. But hey, I'm not the million dollar mistress. I guess she knows what she's doing as far as that goes.
She's kind of a slob. Leaving her Kleenex with that black crudy mascara laying all over the countertop. I wonder what she's like. I bet she has that annoying, cheesy laugh that makes horny rich schmucks fall all over themselves. Xanax....ooph. I guess I'd have a hard time looking at myself, too, without a little help from that if I had her job.
Nothing here.
I guess I have enough.
The window is still an option, but I think I'll just leave out the door. No one is around anyway; everyone's downtown watching that stupid ball drop and getting it on with people like this lady in hotels.
A perfect night for business.