Enough Time (The Excuse)

Wish I could show you how much I care,
But I haven’t enough time,
Day light is never enough,
And midnight should be fine,

But by then you’ll be sleeping,
You won’t have enough time,
Dreams will have other plans,
For the corners of your mind,

I’d love and kiss you,
Kiss and love you,
I promise we’ll be fine,
I’d do whatever you ask me to,
If there was enough time,

Wish I could show how much I love you,
But I’m crazy about you all the time,
I can’t show you how I adore you,
If I’m not in my right mind,

You can’t rush a love like this,
Cause true love is hard to find,
One day I’ll put a ring on your finger,
The very second I have time,

I’d love and kiss you,
Kiss and love you,
I promise we’ll be fine,
I’d do whatever you ask me to,
If there was enough time,

(Excerpts from) A Traveling Man

A traveling man I am,
Bags packed, closing the gate,
The city's calling for me,
And why should I make her wait?

The world needs me,
Left my lady mid sentence cryin’
No disrespect intended,
But I just don’t have the time,

I’m a traveling man,
A traveling man,
Bags swinging at my hip,
Don’t know where im headed,
Ain’t that a trip?

A traveling man I am,
Got no time for idle talk,
Got a train to catch,
If I miss it, then ill walk,

The women love me,
They all stop and stare,
Romance, and gone by morning,
You’d hardly know I was there,

Cause Im a traveling man,
A traveling man,
Bags swinging at my hip,
Don’t know where im headed,
Aint that a trip?

Two Trips...

Woke up the other night and reached for you,
Just before realizing that you weren’t there,
Its been weeks since I‘ve touched your soul,
And hours since we’ve embraced the midnight air,

Poured myself a steaming cup of tea,
Pulled out a saucer, placed the mug, and poured you one too,
A bit of a habit of mine I suppose,
For whatever I do for me, I always do for you,

Went shopping around noon just to grab a few things,
Almost bought u an evening gown to seduce me,
Literally fingering the words to your phone number
To invite you to dinner, and perhaps a movie,

Hopped in a taxi and thought to stop by,
Perhaps we could stroll the park and toss white bread to hungry waddling birds,
Or catch the late night train downtown,
Sitting close enough to fall upon one another during every sharply turned curve,

Somehow that time alone sparked a flame,
The flick of the lighter, the smoke from loves embrace fills the compartment
Kissing and heavy touching in those vacant hallways,
Sequentially lead us back to my apartment,

Voices echo from the sixteenth floor,
You preferred love making with an open window,
Said it released the spirits into the atmosphere,
When the gusting wind did cast them out, we’d be the first to know,

Flawless transgressions, we assumed that God was pleased,
It was more than lust, which created a new covenant between us,
The fact that if we were wrong in doing so, the angels always turned their heads,
Because the sexual etiquette was a must,

The memories appear in my head in black and white,
Perhaps the past displays no form of color,
Flavorless imaginations, chasing a taste of savor,
Sticking to the boiling pot of my brain, because of no cerebral butter,

All that I desire is you…..
Another moment to touch your heart even if it means bloody fingertips,
And if I must travel to the end of the mental horizon chasing the moon,
My heart is gassed up and prepared to make two trips…

Excerpts from G Lucciano interview

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYf8GVVQ7wc

Delah

Never been the type to hold you back,
When the morning stretched its hand out to you,
No, I wouldn’t dare intercept its reach,
Or cloud your path by fog, creating a murky view,

For if anyone knew that life was a challenge,
A struggle beyond measures, it was indeed I,
Shifting my happiness into the sixth gear manually,
When I wanted to thereby beam towards life… for you, I’d cry

The sun gave very little respect to your endeavors,
Grey clouds just seemed to impress you more,
And here I am listening to the voices of my peers,
“Let her decay” they’d say, for she’s rotten to the core,

I’d never call you a prostitute,
For that term never felt right for my lips to say,
Rather a beautiful friend of mine caught in a maze of sexual frustration,
Searching out the depths of hell to find her way,

The right to judge you never felt more horrid,
Especially after battling my own satanic devil, and locusts
The tragedy is that we all strive for Love,
And should be injected by its syringe in doses,

The smell of alcohol, foreign perfume, and night ramblers,
All nestled within the fabric of your skin,
And then your own fragrance that you’d keep in your pocketbook,
That never did quite blend in,

You’d stay at my place for a few nights,
To cope with the norm, and feel my body heat next to you,
And I’d allow you to do so on several occasions,
Because strangely, it did something for me too,

Late night conversations way past 3 a.m.
Your back against my chest, naked porcelain skin enticed,
Caressing the portrait of your frame from your breasts to your inner thighs,
Yet never overstepping that boundary, for it just didn’t seem right,

By morning I’d hear the door shut,
But never quite closed fully, instead allowing a gap of light to seep,
Uncertain of if you were coming back, I never asked questions,
I’d leave it unlatched for an hour or so, just to wait and see,

It’s been a while now since a pebble has ticked my window,
And a subtle voice has yelled, “are u still awake?”
From time to time I look down into the grassy area where you’d stand waiting for an answer,
But nevermore, have you returned by fate,


Delah.

In Love Again

The silent clouds tend to roll away,
The moment you enter the room I feel my soul quake,
Instantly the rush of blood in my heart has company,
Because I can feel it palpitate

And if sweat beads upon my forehead,
I'm certain that the winged angel has located my dwelling again,
Although I dodged the steady bow for quite some time,
The piercing arrow that was once in the air has finally broken my skin,

The aching bruise is deep,
Red and swollen with passion’s glory,
For hours I stare into the eyes of this foreign creature,
No words are spoken, but she and I both know the story,

I promised myself that I wouldn’t do this,
Took the oath, and tossed the thought into the subtle wind,
Standing tall, I took a step overlooking the bump in the road,
And fell in love again….

Heaven appears when you hold my hand,
The decrepit streets are paved in gold,
God smiles and says “let there be”
And then creates one soul….

It was said that passion has been found in the pot,
The moment we unite the proper ingredients,
Alleviating our garments, before we intertwine,
Making love slowly, nothing should be expedient..

Just when I thought the gift of love was for someone else,
You unwrapped the fiction from the tree of loose leaf,
So many have been muffled by the hands of time, and find it hard to speak
But Love is not always about speaking, but more so about reach,

I promised myself that I wouldn’t do this,
Took the oath, and tossed the thought into the subtle wind,
Standing tall, I took a step overlooking the bump in the road,
And fell in love again….

Enjoy Me

The chilling night wind tends to bring in that hunger,
The one that calls for the wild, and the lonely,
From under the depths of the foreign ground it begins,
Pouring into the veins of the howling soul, and its groaning,

And the expectations rise from the boiling blood,
With intentions of having a taste of your lips,
To caress the portrait, embedded in your mental frame,
With hands that embrace the curves of your breasts, down to your hips,

So be still, and say no words,
This is the beginning of the never ending story,
Climb from the bottom of your natural ability to think and react,
Take passion as it comes, lay back and enjoy me..

As the night clouds take over the moon with shadows,
We’ll create our own images for the wall to display,
And while you clench your teeth and refuse to yell my name aloud,
I still hear you breathe it anyway,

And its far from the lustful pleasures that most entertain,
We call this new idea “LOVE” which encompasses the atmosphere in good taste,
Locking down the correspondence of passion upon your tantalizing curves,
Worry is irrelevant at this point, here your heart remains safe..

So be still, and say no words,
This is the beginning of the never ending story,
Climb from the bottom of your natural ability to think and react,
Take passion as it comes, lay back and enjoy me..