Sunday, February 26, 2006

I can't help it

I miss you
nights, where I would bus to your presents knowing
I would be well recived.
Now I come home
waiting watching nothing...

God your the last person I wanna remeber this way...
but the first I remember when feeling this way...

I'd cry if I was a different person
instead I put on the me shoes
and light my second last smoke
filter end first.

At least this is a me thing...
fucking up
making a mess of the energy in a room.
I try
but can't possibaly be the go,
between,
old lover and new.


I'll try
but it will be my demise
if I allow it.
Prefection in a glass
ousp I forgot to shake it...

Fuck I miss
the simplisity of the fall.
Where are you and how did we lose touch?
Your the one who saw my beauty even when I couldn't
and
belive that my eyes shone through...
fuck
I miss you.


It's to late to call
though if I knew you better right now
Iw ould of just walked right over
curld up in your arms
and forgoten.

Maybe Tom Waits wasn't a healthy choose.
Blue
dance with me like we don't owe anyone a thing.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

sing songs

sing songs
like morning sunshines through
the window.


speak
like a child learning the langage
truthful and unaware of mistake.

remeber
only the times you want to
people will remind you of all the rest
don't take on that responsibility
it's not up to you

To keep yourself down
Our Job is to live like we want to
not like we think we should.

Dance like movement is your only
langage
to speak through.

Smile
like it makes you feel better.
and it will.

Friday, February 24, 2006

music and the machine

rythem
movement
tempo
beat

feet
knees
hands
heads

bop
sway
bang
tap

through
to
with
along

postal service
arcade fire
fleetwood
you

magic the way
it all changes your mood,
experience and preception.

come home with me
I'll teach you how to feel with your hands
and see with your mind.
Trust is built on a pin hole
of action or fluck.

rythem
beat
tempo
influences it all.
Dance with.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Morning

Aqua fit
7 a.m class
I can't tell you
why,
except for...

All the humor
of a man teaching women
while he watches thier bodies
gigle shake laugh.

It was hard to keep a striaght face,
taking my actions seriously
is something I stray from.

While fighting off another trans cient state
to float into my thoughts and away from the earth.
Just over head I wanna be,
I want the birds eye
plus the wings,
I have the claws already.
One third the way
I start the prayer.

I am reminded that
it's 7:30 a.m and I am
searching for quordination
opposite hand to foot
feeeellll the risitance tommorrow
or the next day, she promises
with a twikle.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

lust

Is lust real?
After the hormones have cooled down
and we become two separte bodies
what is left?
becides breakfast
and a soft kiss.

Can lust excist in a loving relationship?
I hope so
pray so
long for.
Craving your body even after
I've just felt it,
thats what I like about
life.
The touching, feeling, responding.
The craving of those three is what leads me
into a lustful state.

j

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

yahoo it's v day

Can the v stand for
vigina?
Can this be the one day a year a women can talk about all the things
that ale her and her 'partener in crime'?
Please.

I won't boar you.

So on a personal note I'm trying to become a
social non drinker.
fuck, see it's easy enough for me not to drink
to excess but then the people around me still are!
Ya see then, they get really anoying and hard to reason with
and I end up walking home alone. It's not me I'm worryed about
night though.
The truth of the matter is many a cute girls walk home alone at night drunk
taking the short cuts.....

I think this socal non drinking is going to be more boring then I originally hoped.
I'm going to have to find pleasure in the little things agian
arn't I.
this is a boring post
sorry
j

Sunday, February 12, 2006

challenge you with blue

then ido
so
I found this boy
then he
said soooo
your Adam's xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

ya thats me
'ya him and i talked a lot during that
'oh ya so your crazy
ya shes a good match
ya you go

i can't deal with much
fuck

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Is it eight thirty your time or
my time?
I can't remember.
(where i left my shoes/feet)

Cryed for that city
in a dark ally
I watched myself do.

Close to the numbing store.
It was by fluck,
I convince myself
one sip at a time.

I know both extremes
it's being on the middle
I find hard.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

one plus one should never equal two

one\any desistion you make
equates to nothing if
it involves another person
and they decide the opposite of you.

Instead it equals two possibilities.
And again you find yourself in the
face of choise.
No my friend this game of responding and deciding
and choosing never ends.
I do belive that is why they call it
'this game called life'.
good luck with yours.
I'm coming over.
j