Monthly Archives: November 2010

Play it again Sam

Wouldn’t it be nice,
If you knew, the person who belonged with you?
Maybe on some cold autumn night,
You’d feel love at first sight.

Wouldn’t it be nice,
If you were hypnotized, by dazzling eyes?
No more wondering at all,
Just letting go and letting fall.

Please press rewind,
I want to watch that part, one more time.

Wouldn’t it be nice…

No, not there, just a little further back,
Yes,
Right there, when somebody cared,

Wouldn’t it be nice,
If you didn’t need to build familiar,
Or start that often painful process,
To know enough to be content,
But never, ever, breed contempt.

Wouldn’t it be nice,
To have someone to call your own,
So even when you’re all alone,
You could think of them a little while,
And shine despair a wistful smile.

I missed that last part…
What did he say..?

One more time,
Please, yes, right there,
Press play,

Wouldn’t it be nice,
If words were things, like those above,
If words we used were truly love,
If words we meant would stick around,

But, stop,

Look around.

Wouldn’t it, be nice,
If whimsy, weren’t fiction?

If poetry were living truth,
I’d eat these words and be with you.

Carl Lewis

It runs right next to me, mostly,
The me I see when I’m not ready,
I call it, it, because I don’t know what else to call it,
Because it’s not really me, it’s just what takes over me,

Oh I wish I was faster at times,
Then it catches my mind, and it swirls,
Oh how it spins and then I get caught in, it,
And for a few moments everything fits,

Ah, now it all makes sense, with no sense,
This present gifted from past tense,
Well,
This present, is no present at all,
It’s just another way for me to fall,

The spikes on that familiar cushion,
Made from all those thought up questions,
You’d think by now, they’d impart their lesson,
But somehow,
Alone it’s left me,
My inquiries have come up empty,

Just a few interludes,
Then back to blue, for a long while,
Solitary tears, and maybe a few fake smiles,
But I don’t need your sympathy,
I chose this me,
Unknowingly.