two paths

two paths that run parallel
at times per chance they meet
those times, like moments of passion
those times taste so sweet
sometimes meeting often
and sometimes hardly at all
those times are like a pillow
a pillow to break the fall
life is never fair it seems
so unlike the life in dreams
so like the paths that someday meet
with moments of passion
and love so sweet
let me be the pillow that lay by your feet

Thin

I used to be thin
Thin skinned
Thin stature
Shallow minded
Quick to lash out
Quicker to blame
It was easy to be unkind
To be in control
At least that’s what I thought
Yet eaten by guilt
Lost and distraught
Varsol to paint
Tears to love
Alienation
Subjectiveness
Persecution
Demanding and
Notwithstanding
The control
I thought I had
Time connects
Wounds
As it slowly passes
Soon numbness
Followed by dumbness
Becomes me
And then you
Somehow I feel
Quiet now
I feel like glue
Thick and slow
Bonding to you
The feeling I hope
Has transcended
The thin within me
Is now thick because of you
To live a day without you
Is something I have yet to do
And until that day arrives
Let this glueleg
Stay and stick in love with you
Somehow you have managed
To change me
My heart and my soul
Your presence it calms me
When I need it most
A million dollar prize
The finest slice
A million miles walked
A language outspoken
And so much more
The rubber is connecting
Its tight band retracts
It draws near to me
A twinkle; a spark
My fluttering heart
Pounds deep inside me
It rumbles
It rolls and
It rubs me the right way
I am complete
Yet empty
Completely empty
I suppose.

The Great Explorers

Columbus sailed over the ocean blue
And like a snail I shall trail over you
In search of spices and gold Vasco da Gamma
sailed around the Cape of Good Hope
Exploring, I venture to all your hidden treasures
You may feel out of control and unable to cope
Juan Ponce de Leon travelled far and wide
discovering Florida in search of The Fountain of Youth
From tip to toe, pit to pit, fingers, toes and tits
I've yet be steered wrong; seen and felt
nothing but your truth
Discovering Timbuktu and the heart of Africa
Was quite a feat for Mungo Park
but the locals didn't like him
ambushed and speared he died on the Niger
Your peaks and valleys, your bends and curves
You have me exploring fearlessly
Seems there's always something new
James Cook wow now there was a man
New Zealand and Australia and Hawaii too
The entire Pacific Ocean, not to mention
Speaking of Cook-ing as in Hot, as in you
From the way that you look and smell
To the way that you walk and talk too
I'll be your Dingo if you'll be my Cockatoo
A Missionary with a true mission of freedom
Rewarded with a true vision; Victoria Falls
and dysentery; Dr. Livingstone I presume
I have all the earthly treasures in you
And you are my stars, sun and moon
John Cabot and Jacques Cartier
we owe you so much for giving us
Newfoundland and Canada eh
I feel for all the aforementioned
They were brave all, each and everyone
All their struggles, trials and tribulations
Without these guys who knows where we'd all be
So thank you gentlemen one and all
But sometimes the biggest adventure
The greatest treasure of all
Is usually right in front of us
I know because I have you

Bass stranglehold

I remember the first time
The first time I laid eyes on you
The first time I picked you up
The first time I held you
My fingers wrapped around your neck
Loosely at first
Then with a firm grasp
Feeling and fitting so nicely
My hand sliding effortlessly
Up and down
Your long slender neck
Each finger knowing exactly where to go
What to do
It was like magic
My ears smiled
As your low sensuous sounds filled the room
My chest vibrated
My heart danced
From that moment on
All my troubles
All my worries
All my aches and pains
Seemed to fade away
Further and further away
And each virginal sound
Random or intentional
Accidental or not
Became deliberate
The first time I saw you
You looked like all the rest
Just hanging around looking good
Trying to look your best
You’ve seen one you’ve seen them all
Or at least that’s what I thought
Until that day I was happy too
But the next day I was not
I was constantly thinking of you
And what we two could have
There’s nothing like your first one
You play with yours, I’ll play with mine
Play with what you have
Play all the time
There’s nothing better than the one you have
Until another comes along
I remember my first time
The first time I laid eyes on you
The first time I held you tight
My fingers wrapped around your neck
Loosely at first
Then with a firm grasp
Feeling and fitting so nicely
My hand sliding effortlessly
Up and down
Your long slender neck
Each finger knowing exactly
Where to go and what to do
It was like magic
The first time I laid eyes on you.