Without Looking

Its obvious,
That everyone adores you,
Your fragrance, and your extravagant shoes,
Its like the world revolves around what u do,

The slightly drawn on eyebrows are perfectly arched,
So you already look as mean as your walk,
Using one word sentences,
And managing to pull off hand gestures when you talk,

And its apparent that im no different,
Well in that perspective, because I stare too,
Using both eyes, to undress the dress that’s nestled within your breast,
As well as remove the lavender fragrance that your undergarments subdue,

But I feel like I’m being taken advantage of,
I admit that I’m hungry, and can smell what’s in the pot cooking,
And though I’d like to view the substance under the lid,
I think I’ll just pass by, without looking…

For you need my eyes, among others,
In order to feel at peace, as well as complete,
And if this is a rat race for the sake of building your confidence,
I’m in no mood to compete,

So you treat me as the invisible
As though your designer shades disguise me,
And when I finally get you to shift your gears from park to reverse,
You still manage to do it blindly,

And im not saying that you don’t deserve to be treated well
You’re probably sixty percent prettier than most women by far,
But even though this statement is relatively nonfiction,
We all see what kind of woman you are,

And I feel like I’m being taken advantage of,
I admit that I’m hungry, and can smell what’s in the pot cooking,
And though I’d like to view the substance under the lid,
I think I’ll just pass by, without looking…

All Within A Dream

The morning lifts the curtains,
Yet she lies there sound asleep,
Motionless, and without a blink,
Bright skin, with a few freckles upon her cheek,

Nestled under satin sheets,
Her foot hangs slightly off the bed,
A fresh pedicure without a flaw,
Each toe nail delicately dipped in red,

I am careful not to stare at her,
Though I gaze upon her with care,
She doesn’t like the feeling of being watched,
Often says “it’s hard to bear”

And so I just sit next to her,
In the same spot where I slept the night before,
But I sat up with my back against the headboard,
Kicked both boots off, which tumbled to the floor,

A slight thud,
As each shoe hits the ground,
She jumps briefly, but not enough to break her dream,
Her sleep is not broken by the sound,

All within a dream,
She opens one eye, and smirks with glee,
Places her hand upon mine carefully,
Now certain that its me,

Her skin is similar to a flame,
As if fire has entered into her veins,
But that’s expected because she’s a heavy thinker,
She’s always killing off her pain,

And all within a dream, I suppose she does so,
Or perhaps that’s where she tends to try,
And since I can’t help her fight those wars internally,
I am just always somewhere nearby,

It’s the best that I can do,
To just watch her, and be patient so it seems,
While the love of my life fights her own battles,
All within her dream..

You're Not Yourself Today

And you’re just not yourself today…
Your thought process and your mood,
The way you walk across the living room,
Your blasé attitude,

And you don’t tell me that you love me,
The way you normally do,
I mean you tell me that you need me,
But in a way that’s not quite you,

If I were madd..
I’d say that you were someone else inside,
A woman that I can barely touch,
And hardly recognize,

And its you…
I only wish you’d touch me,
And you…
I only wish you’d love me…
And whatever I do…
I can’t get past the way…
That you’re just not yourself today…


They say that love is blind,
And its obvious, you don’t see me,
The torture in those horrid sheets,
Under covers, where u leave me,

Has love been captured?
By the soul of another man,
That just won’t let me touch you,
Nor even hold your hand?

The intimacy is no longer present,
Only a vacant sign doth hang,
What was once hot, sweaty, and lustful pleasures,
Is but distant, unworthy, simple, and plain,

And its you…
I only wish you’d touch me,
And you…
I only wish you’d love me…
And whatever I do…
I can’t get past the way…
That you’re just not yourself today…

Say that I be perplexed,
And silence rules the day,
For there’s nothing written down for me,
Neither doth the dove carry notes my way,

Speak and make it obvious,
That love has found a way,
To seep right out from under your heart,
That which once was here to stay

And the silence grows,
Causing both of us to stray,
Therefore, I’m packing my things and leaving,
Unless you tell me I should stay,

And its you…
I only wish you’d touch me,
And you…
I only wish you’d love me…
And whatever I do…
I can’t get past the way…
That you’re just not yourself today…

The Letter

It was there,
I found it crumpled on the floor,
The moment I stepped inside,
The letter stared at me from behind the door,

Grabbed it, blew the dust from its substance,
The moment that I picked it up,
Carefully took the time that I normally wouldn’t take,
Not sure why, but a feeling inside say’s this may be tough,

And it read like a book,
Chapter after chapter, I found my errors,
She was concerned about our love,
And of course I learned a lot about her terrors,

It was all in the letter,
So honest, so certain….
The show was over,
All that’s left is to close the curtain,

It was getting way too late for me,
Ask me why I felt this long before now,
I wasn’t sure of the date, but knew it would show its ugly head ,
Some way, some how,

She told me that she loved me,
But can’t stand the loneliness,
By night the walls would taunt her mind,
Portraits of love would no longer suggest that we are blessed,

In the middle of the paper,
Is where smeared ink would suddenly appear,
And it was obvious that she was crying when she wrote it,
But couldn’t hold back that single tear,

It was all in the letter,
So honest, so certain….
The show was over,
All that’s left is to close the curtain,

So here I am,
Mentally watching the love of my life spill her heart,
So unsure of where she is,
Frustrated with cupid in general, and his dart,

Rambling through certain documents,
In search of the new number to her cell phone,
And if I couldn’t find it,
I’m hoping that her mom’s home,

Making late night phone calls,
Not afraid to be fussed out by her mother cause it’s a risk I have to take,
I was now a risk taker, when i should've been all along,
And something internally says "i'm just a tad bit too late."

It was all in the letter,
So honest, so certain….
The show was over,
All that’s left is to close the curtain,

One Man Standing

It was said...
That she and I would never part..
Photographs lie upon the bed now,
Beside ink pens, tablets and modern art...

She and I was similar to a painting,
You could easily admire the relation..
Gazing upon us for hours...
For the sake of conversation...

And of a truth,
The wind mustve become angry with us nightly..
Perhaps the Gods failed to be enchanted,
And took our love affair lightly..

For as the moon cometh before the sun,
We parted as the red sea...
Leaving only one man standing,
And that lonely man was me....

Say that its far from so,
Say that its just a dream within a dream,
Suffer it to be just a flaw amongst destiny,
An eagle's broken wing....

So shall it heal,
So shall it heal by the hands of time,
She and I may reign again...
Again might she be mine....

I spoke to cupid briefly,
Not once did he deny my heart victory..
And so I sit amongst the riverbank..
Until she doth return to me...

For as the moon cometh before the sun,
We parted as the red sea...
Leaving only one man standing,
And that lonely man was me....

(In Denial) Of My Satisfaction

The moment I saw her,
The internal burn took place,
I felt the blood run thru me,
Sweat traveling down my face,

There’s no way that I want her,
The lies that went on upstairs,
Later on rambling thru love’s documents,
Overlooking the correspondence, even though I saw it there,

On several occasions,
I watched her pass me by perfume,
Inhaling her perfect scent,
Slowly following it just beyond the room…

The burn and the desire,
The realization, and the reaction,
The lies that take place inside my head,
Until I admit that she’s my satisfaction,

She probably wouldn’t be worth it,
Nor might she be worth a farthing of my time,
I could do without her every moment of the day,
She’d never even cross my mind,

Time would eventually heal,
Those lonely nights, that I ultimately fight,
I’m certain that I’d consume love until there’s nothing left,
Of a truth, I’d be all right.

Yet all right never came,
I needed her then, and still need her now,
And so its imperative to have her in my life,
No matter when, and no matter how….

The burn and the desire,
The realization, and the reaction,
The lies that take place inside my head,
Until I admit that she’s my satisfaction,

Her Load...... (Too Long)

Its been too long,
Since I’ve seen your face,
Since I’ve used the first key on my key ring,
And opened the door to your place,

Its been too long,
Since I’ve made love to you,
Watching u squirm all over the bed,
And doing that little giggle that you do..

After making love……
Its been too long,
Since I wrote something down for you,
And sang it to you in a song,

Its not that I don’t love u,
Its just that I’m on the road,
And though I think I carry more,
You still carry a hell of a load,

Its been too long,
Since I’ve seen u smile,
Too long since I’ve been able to sit my phone down,
And sit with you a while,

And its been too long,
Since I’ve rubbed your pretty toes,
Been too long since I’ve handed u a tissue,
So that u can blow your nose ,

For you and I,
Its been too long,
Just know that the moment that I’m finished,
I’ll return straight home,

Its not that I don’t love u,
Its just that I’m on the road,
And though I think I carry more,
You still carry a hell of a load…