Category: Poetry (Page 2 of 7)

I been thinkin’ about you.
About you all the time.
You been comin’ around
every once in a while.
I been thinkin’ about you.
Yeah, about you all the time.
You been comin’ around
just to flash a smile.
I been walkin’ for miles and miles.
I been hangin’ round downtown.
Cross the river to the Old Town’s
alleys and aisles.
I been jumpin’ over rocks and snares
and snakes and crocodiles.
Oh I ain’t yet quit drinkin’,
but I cut my smokin’ down.
And I been thinkin’ about you.
About you all the time.
You been comin’ around
every once in a while.
I been thinkin’ about you.
Yeah, about you all the time.
You been comin’ around
just to flash a smile.
I been waitin’ on the corners.
I been watchin’ on the streets.
I been climbin’ over mountains.
I been swimmin’ to the deep.
I been lookin’ out from rooftops.
I been lookin’ towards the stars.
I been searchin’ through the evenings.
I been closing down the bars.
If I could I’d take a shuttle
out to Venus; out to Mars.
I’d do anything to find you,
but I don’t know where you are.
And I been thinkin’ about you.
About you all the time.
You been comin’ around
every once in a while.
I been thinkin’ about you.
Yeah, about you all the time.
You been comin’ around
just to flash a smile.

I was walking on the sidewalk
when I found myself reflecting
’bout the future, ’bout the phantoms,
’bout the chance of resurrecting.
I was looking at the pavement
while I weaved and slowly wandered.
I was stepping over cracks
as I peered down and deeply pondered
about moving, about staying,
about living, about dying,
about leaping off the sidewalk,
not come down and start to flying.
I was dreaming ’bout the kisses;
’bout the slow and holy dances
as I drifted down the sidewalk
trying to calculate the chances.
I looked up to beg forgiveness
from something far past understanding
for my choices, for my longings,
for my overwhelming planning.
I was listening to the voices.
I was lost in my reflections.
I was slithering down the sidewalk
back and forth in all directions.
I was humming to my footsteps.
I was singing like a siren.
I was driving through the darkness;
all my cylinders were firing.
I was searching for a secret;
knew somewhere there was an answer,
‘tween the cobblestones and cobwebs
and the glowing neon dancers.
Through the molten August evening
I was following my shadow
as it stretched out under street lamps
and became all that seemed to matter.
On the ancient Roman sidewalk,
past the columns and the arches,
I was burning like a fire,
marching out to light the darkness.

High as a kite in Budapest
looking out from the Citadella
and I have to tell ya,
it’s one hell of a view.
With headphones on
the skyline’s drawn
out in fireflies
that flicker red and white.
And the river’s ripe
with the city lights
that sparkle bright
in the summer night.
The twilight glow
is sinkin’ low
and it’s pulling me
like an undertow.
And across the bridge
there’s a sacred wish
that has cast a spell
like a sorceress.
I can’t get my fill
of the sights that spill
out before my eyes
from this lit up hill.
Though I’ve not the time
to fulfill my mind,
I’d still cast my gaze
if it’d leave me blind.
No I can’t control
what the days may hold,
but these city lights
can soothe my aching soul.
Oh who knows what this life might be bringin’,
but tonight I just can’t keep from singin’
how I’m…
High as a kite in Budapest
looking out from the Citadella
and I have to tell ya,
it’s one hell of a view.
Yeah the skyline’s drawn
in the gleaming dawn.
Just a silhouette;
all my fears are gone.
Man the twilight’s glow’s
like an undertow
that just pulls me down
till my mind is blown.
And the city lights
sparkle oh-so-bright
like neon diamonds
in the night.
Oh my gaze is locked
on this sacred plot
where it seems that the ancient
Gods must have dropped
all of heaven’s grace,
all of heaven’s might,
on this blissful and beautiful
Budapest night…
Oh who cares what the future is bringing.
Oh tonight I just can’t help but singing.

Summer number twenty seven
in fields of glowing Spanish heaven.
I laid my heart in golden heather
and left it here to bask forever.
‘Neath skies of blue in morning breeze
that blow in peace off turquoise seas.
Encased by windswept mountain trees
amidst the daunting Pyrenes.
In flowing fields of blooming crops
where Spanish heaven never stops.
It reaches till the Earth drops off;
past gleaming sun-stained mountaintops.
The rivers and the gushing streams
come rushing in as if from dreams,
and teem with joy and life serene;
the bluest blues; the greenest greens.
And beaches filled with sun-soaked skin
that border on edge of sin.
But purity somehow remains
on sun-drenched Spanish mountain plains.

Fireworks in the sky.
The fire burning in our eyes.
The Eiffel Tower gleaming bright
beneath the moon and bursting lights.
Your hand in mine; our limbs entwined,
as we revel in our fleeting time.
Looking out on shining city lines
that stretch and glow like burning vines;
till they curve and drop off out of sight
and leave us in the glowing night.
With hours drenched in real-life dreams
beyond the scope of movie scenes;
that Shakespeare couldn’t write in three thousand years.
The time is now; the place is here.
If only time would stop and stay,
for once stand still and halt the day.
To freeze the fireworks mid-burst
and leave us here to quench this thirst.
Our figures wrapped in sparkling light;
beneath the tower, our lips pressed tight.

It seems there’s no difference ‘tween Monday and Friday
cause the Caribbean Highway runs on rum.
There’s no need to argue; no your way or my way.
It all just burns off in the sun.
And we float here like drawings of lost constellations;
unknown but to someone ‘fore time had begun,
as we marvel in memories of forgotten destinations
while our skin all turns brown and our worries come unspun.
Oh the vastness of all these pleasurable sensations
and Godly demonstrations of holy creations.
Oh all this temptation to stay here and linger;
it swirls round my head like the air through my fingers.
Oh all the expectations that I could have pondered
have been dwarfed by the sights since I’ve been here and wandered.
If figments of dreams could be cast on the Earth,
there’d be no end in debating this Freudian worth.
If standard deviations could be measured in pigments,
there’d be six hundred billion and counting in sigmas.
For the skies turn the pinkest of pink ‘fore they’re blue;
magentas and oranges of unimaginable hue.
And the heat waves run hotter the whole summer through.
Continually warmer; like nothing I knew.
And it all just builds up in a glorious glow;
with no shirt on, just waiting for the cool breeze to blow.

The wind it howled and my mind it buzzed
with thoughts of you; with thoughts of love.
The midnight breeze, it blows your name.
The air it sings your sweet refrain.
The hairs on my neck stand up on end.
I need you so; I can’t pretend.
But you soar & dance on windy strands,
beyond my grasp; beyond my hands.
You dip and dive on angel’s wings
that catch the gusts of warm jet streams.
You linger in the summer skies
and float before my gazing eyes.
You swirl and swoop from the cottonwoods,
drifting overhead like nothing should.
I want to fly up there with you,
on midnight breeze the way you do.
Like shooting stars of endless flight;
our glowing forms with trails of light.
Our burning hearts entwined in fire;
just golden streaks of pure desire,
that could whiz across these open seas,
at the speed of light, on midnight breeze.

Oh each year comes
and I watch the time pass
as it falls like the grains
in an hourglass.
And seconds take minutes,
but the minutes go fast
when I’m watchin’ it all the time.
Oh thought that the movin’
would make me feel good,
but I don’t feel no better
like I thought I would.
Just more left to ponder
and less understood,
and I don’t find no reason or rhyme.
Just bleedin’ and breakin’
till I’m sore in my bones.
Each year I get older,
but I still haven’t grown.
Each year just gets shorter
and I get more all alone.
And I ain’t got nobody to hold.
Cause out on the highway
you ain’t got no friends.
No lovers. No meaning.
It’s all just pretend.
Nobody to call;
just hearts left to mend
as you watch while the mirror gets old.
There’s nowhere to go
since my heart turned to ice.
There’s no use in singin’
’bout sugar and spice.
Got no good suggestions.
Got no good advice.
Just sad songs on white, sandy beaches
in para-damn-dise.

Midnight air and moonlit glow.
Lapping shores, but not a tow.
Looking up and sinking down.
In starry light I’d like to drown.
As iridescent luminescence
sparkle round my fingertips,
upon my lips, an angel’s kiss,
in swirling breeze and salted mist.
Our silhouette’s like starry dreams.
Our eclipsed glow cast out in beams.
Beneath these sacred mountaintops
of untouched grace, our burning thoughts
have turned to tangled hearts and limbs,
entwined in light and salted skin.
Though flesh and bone may cease to be,
we’ll always have this moonlit sea.

Upon the shores of old St. John,
a million years from Oregon,
I cleared my mind upon the beach
and left it there to find it’s peace.
And so forever I will stay
the wind blown rocks off French Cap Cay.
Oh out among the waves at sea,
I found my soul and set it free.
It seems I’d had it all along,
but with the seabirds it belongs.
And now forever I will be
the westward wind off Sicily.
Oh out atop the hills of Spain
I got my heart to spill it’s pain.
I left it there to call your name
and so forever I’ll remain
the daunting views of the Pyrenees,
the summer sun, and the mountain breeze.
The mountaintops and countrysides
will dawn the footprints of my strides.
The ocean depths and starry skies
will hold the gazing of my eyes.
And now forever I will see
the truth that’s beyond you and me.

Two years comin’ and I’m bout to be on my way.
I still miss ya lord but I’m headin’ out the U.S.A.
But just keep an eye on Ma oh and everything will be okay.
Two weeks comin’ I’ll be headin’ on a big jet plane.
I still miss ya lord but there’s no use diggin’ up the pain.
But these two weeks comin’ well they’re really drivin’ me insane.
Two years damaged oh from all the good you’re leaving done.
I still miss ya lord and ya know I’m not the only one.
But it’s been two years comin’ and I’m headin’ out to chase the sun.
Now it’s two weeks waitin’ and I really couldn’t do much more.
Because the pressure has been building like I’m sitting on the ocean floor,
with these two things comin’ and all the future has in store.

Oh I been thinkin’.
I been thinkin’ twice.
Maybe I really should
heed your advice.
Oh I been thinkin’.
I been thinkin’ it through.
But I, really don’t know just
what I’ll do.
Oh I been thinkin’.
I been thinkin’ twice.
Can’t seem to put these
thoughts on ice.
Oh I been thinkin’.
I been thinkin’ it through.
Maybe I still got
feelings for you.
It’s all I’m thinkin’.
All I’m thinkin’ about.
But no matter how I’m thinkin’,
well I’m still filled with doubt.
And I keep thinkin’.
I keep thinkin’ of ways
that we could get it back together,
but I really think I gotta stay away.

I decided to call her up.
Gotta get her on the telephone.
Before these things get twisted up.
Before I get too far from home.
As the leaves on the trees begin to sprout and bloom
and the Spring begins to fill the air,
I’ll be leavin’ on a jet plane, baby.
Gotta find my soul out there.
Don’t wanna leave her in an evil way.
Don’t wanna leave her feelin’ bad.
Though I know the time has come for movin’ on,
I won’t forget about the time we had.
But I been livin’ through these lonely Winters
and it seems it’s only getting worse.
I’ll be leavin’ on a jet plane, baby.
Gotta satisfy this thirst.
Oh I’ll be leavin’ in 40 days;
though it’s hard to stand the lonely nights.
They say you can leave your lover in 50 ways,
but none of them will feel alright.
As the leaves on the trees begin to sprout and bloom
and the Spring begins to fill the air,
I’ll be leavin’ on a jet plane, baby.
Gotta find my soul out there.
So I’m waiting for the month of May;
though the time it sure ain’t movin’ fast.
But if I can make it through these 40 days,
I’ll be out to find myself at last.
Cause I been livin’ through these lonely Winters
and it seems it’s only getting worse.
I’ll be leavin’ on a jet plane, baby.
Gotta satisfy this thirst.

Drowning in indecision,
in this unwalled wanton prison.
If only our fission was more.
But tonight I’m still glooming,
with today’s thoughts still looming;
oh god I’m so preciously poor.
With change soon to come,
I’m becoming undone
in this makeshift existence of mine.
But I’m clawing through seasons,
here evenin’ by evenin’,
just hoping for something divine.
For 40 days I have been waiting.
For 40 days and 40 nights.
For 40 days I have been dreaming
of your face.
But it don’t seem to make me feel alright.
For 40 days I’ve been debating.
Lord I can’t help but thinking twice.
For 40 days I have been longing
for your touch.
But I don’t know if it’d make me feel alright.
But hoping for what?
With this knot in my gut
is a chore I can hardly now bare.
With this weight like a boulder
steadfast on my shoulders,
I now see that I’ve hardly a prayer.
But I’ll stand strong, stop crying,
remember love is undying,
and throw off this stone of unrest.
Though not glittered or glossed;
in the end all’s not lost
Oh as long as this heart’s in my chest.
For 40 days I have been waiting.
For 40 days and 40 nights.
For 40 days I have been dreaming
of your face.
But it don’t seem to make me feel alright.
For 40 days I’ve been debating.
Lord I can’t help but thinking twice.
For 40 days I have been longing
for your touch.
But I don’t know if it’d make me feel alright.

Oh I been down,
to the valley below.
I ain’t seen no sunshine.
I ain’t seen no snow.
All I seen is gray skies,
Over devilish dirt.
And I ain’t got no highs,
But I sure got hurt.
Man I seen some low times.
Damn I done some sin.
But I ain’t seen no low man,
Like the place I been.
First I lost my father,
But it just got worse.
Damn I seen some low times,
But this is sure the worst.