She Said

Today I was told a funny thing.
By a beauty there
that I had already seen,
but never did I ever really see this part about her.
She said to me in a hearty tone,
"let go of that evil,
The devil's got you all wrapped up
and tied around her finger,
but she's out doing her own thing.
She don't care about you a damned bit,
and you're here, there,
moping, crying everywhere,
sobbing up a poor ole story,
as if you didn't have the guts in you
to go outside your zone,
find love and conjure another.
You've got a good thing right in front of you,
and all you do is stare at her,
I've been sitting here, and there,
and dying to kiss you since we met,
and all you do is tell stories about her.
Quit your whining, boy, and get to kissin' me.
I know right now you're hurtin',
but that pain won't last forever.
If that girlie stole your heart,
then I'm gonna go out there and find her
so I can steal it back.
She mishandled what you gave her,
and broke your heart into a million pieces...
but that's ok, because I've got you...
I've got all the time and patience
to put you back together."

Sweet Night

Sweet night
sleep tight
sweet dreams of Shiner Bock.
Hold tight
this might
change the course of our lives.
And as long as
your eyes shine
as bright as the day we met,
I promise
we'll grow up
and make something great of this.

So sweet night, sleep tight
there is no reason to fear the dark
I know you'll follow my lead
I know you'll hold my hand
and I know as long as I'm near you
there is no reason to fear the dark

Cheers, Cowgirl

Cheers, cowgirl…
you're my favorite thing ‘bout Texas.
And although there's plenty of beauty to be seen
in this breathtaking, red state…
none compares to you,
and you remain my favorite part.

In this neck of the woods there were many first things in my life.
The first time I went to a house party,
the first time I bongged a beer.
The first time I tried many other things,
some I'd rather never say,
but my favorite thing...
my absolutely, positively, no doubt grittin',
you darn-tootin' it’s my favorite thing ‘bout Texas...
is all my firsts I share with you.

You and your smile, and those eyes,
and those lips, and that way you say those things,
and the way you hold my hand...
and place it gently near your hip,
and, although it stings just a bit,
I even love the way you push me away.

So, cheers, cowgirl,
drink another one for me.
Raise your glass then place your lips to it
And as the poison of the whiskey
Makes its way into your system,
Remember how passionately I kissed you
And made you a sucker for my wisdom.

So, cheers, cowgirl,
You’re my favorite thing ‘bout Texas.
You make me wanna sing,
You make me wanna dance,
You make me wanna put a ring…
of fire and jumping through it,
to leave them all behind
and trust our hearts to face it.

Those Sweet Days of Lion Memories

“Fly away, sweet dragon, dear,
fly away to your happy place now.”
The lion sees the dragon go,
And As he remembers all about,
That sweet dragon he once kissed,
And in some way helped her wounds.
He stands there alone, but smiling
Saying verses to the moon,
“I’ll remember you, sweet dragon,
always ‘til I die.
Those beautiful nights we shared when we
Played so lovingly and ignored the tide.”
None will be day that passes,
That he won’t remember when.
Those sweet days the lion and dragon shared.
In his heart they will remain.

I Had You Wrong All Along

I had you wrong all along, dear,
You are just not what I thought you were.
There once was a dark time for me
When I felt I was down and out,
Then you came back into my life and
Gave me stuff to smile about.
You put a pep back in my step
and made me long to step the frets.
Fell for you pretty hard, this time.
This time harder than the first,
But I was oh, so very wrong about you,
You were actually heaven sent.
I could’ve died without you or
Maybe ended up in the pen.
But instead of the life I was headed in,
I chose life led by a pen.
You’re the only gun I need now, dear,
 And your bullets are my words.
I’ll hold you tight and we’ll rain war on everybody
We’ll rain on them all our pain.
You bring out in me a power, dear,
that can never be ignored.
And just the right kind of inspiration
Brings a nuclear holocaust to them.
Filled with passion, love and romance,
And the occasional letter to Pent.
We will give everyone we ever come across,
A good reason not to forget
The one time when they once met
This sweet poet and his sweet pen.

Rhythm

Here's the rhythm
for the verses
and I know you're
wondering why
I don't just commit
to the flow
but believe me
when I tell you
that the tension
that I control
is much more
that I can show
with my words alone
which is why I
gotta deliver the words then
and the verses
that I'm writin'
with a beath in the back of me.

The Pen is Mightier than a Sword, Not a Pistola

I used to think I was your boy toy,
but now I stand corrected.
"You ain't nothing but her bitch!"
the still and emptiness of night
join the cold side of my bed to mock me.
Disappointment never tasted so sweet
struggling with this everlasting tug of war
which I could never win,
but it's not for a lack of trying.
Maybe you just don't notice what you do
and the pain you cause
when you treat me like a beauty product
only using me to lift yourself.
It seems to me it is not my kisses you seek
nor my touch, OR my love...
which I have a vast amount of,
and although it doesn't mean much to you,
it's all reserved just for you.

Disappointment never tasted so sweet,
but even as I sit here waiting and stood up yet again,
I still think of you as infallible
and nothing you do is ever wrong.
YOU are the only girl I know that can demand anything you want
and you should get it,
because you deserve it and
any man who thinks is worthy of your company MUST comply.
No matter where you go,
you are the queen.
Most around you have to slit a throat to get attention,
but all YOU have to do is smile
and it seems as if by magic
the whole world is filled with sunshine
and we all fall at your feet,
but no matter how many servants,
how many lovers
or how many more times you're going to break my heart,
I still think of you as infallible
and nothing you do is ever wrong.

So, how will you know it's for you?
How will you know it's your name intended to be
in the blank of the insinuated pun
and overrated cliche I've laid down
on this paper of dreams that come to life
as you close your eyes and remember the taste?
Nothing I say can make it more obvious
than the mere fact that I've sat down and taken time to write this.
For all I need is inspiration...
and when it comes to inspiration,
Gorgeous Chocolate Chip Muse of mine has never failed.
If you were wondering, yes, I do still think of you, but
these lines are intended, not for you, nor for the other,
but for me and my new lover.
She has taken hold of me and I love it.
I can feel her through my veins as I walk carelessly and free.
God bless the mighty pen... for she sits in my right hand
giving me life and animating my thoughts.
My new queen, my new obsession... her and I, we're going far.

Deuce!

I have finally reached a point
where I no longer need your drug.
I am happy all on my own now.
I have seen myself get down over thoughts of you...
and I don't like where those thoughts take me.
Sometimes they just drive me way off into space.
Discovering traveling waves disappearing at the speed of light.
These journeys have dawned new daylight in my scientific quest.
You are nothing more than burning ether in my world!
Although a rare kind of element compound,
space-filling gas is all you really are...
You're not really going to blow,
you're just going to "warn" me with your scent.

I have finally reached a point
where I'm no longer intoxicated by your poison...
Your Kung Fu has no more grip on me.
I can see what I'm worth for on my own now
not just in relation to the quality of work I do
when I'm drunk and high on you.
I'm glad I've reached this status, though.
For all this means is I can still love you,
but not hurt when you don't come around.

They say the first step to rehabilitation from ANY kind of debilitation
is coming to terms with the fact that you don't have a problem,
only challenges to overcome.
For all the lovin' I have given through this one way road to nothingness,
I tip my hat and throw a deuce at you, dear...
Challenge accepted!

In a Trench

Roadside, panicked, shaken, and faced down in a trench,
burned out, collapsing, overtaxed.
nothing is ever just quite good enough.

poor me, oh, look,
won't someone please cry down with me,
I can't awake like this again,
broken down, paralyzed
deprived of joy, happiness and/or blissful blithe.

as I come crashing down,
my pride relunctantly forces me to bring you with me,
and I am way too selfish to go down alone.
It's not that I like my ways more
it's that I don't know any other.
I have never had the presence
to take charge and take control.
Always I have been
in the shadows of it all.
Now that I'm allowed to shine,
I break down and run away.
I hide from all that's a challenge.
it's overbearing and I don't like this.
I wish I was more confident,
but confidence I cannot find.
Shall I seek a friend?
But my friends I cannot find.
They've all turned their backs...
and those I thought were there for me...
well, they all just point and laugh.

This is a great view from the trenches, though...
at least I can't go lower than this...
wait, is that an ant?

3rd Degree Burns

Hours passed before the lion came to the edge of a pond,
fell on his side and painfully laid there bleeding for a while,
3rd degree burns down his neck, down his back and beyond,
the trail of blood ran for at least 2 whole miles,
perpetrated by a life-like enigma of a creature,
a guest he'd invited to visit his kingdom,
past the wide moat and way past all the walls,
the tenant had dinner, had cake and drank from the lion's mead,
was granted a tour of every room and every hall,
and when the night came, the creature was offered a place where it could sleep.
As the lion laid there staring off into space,
he saw his reflection, boy did he look like shit!
as he abruptly remembered he was king of this place,
the lion rose to his feet, drank water and cleaned up his face,
he threw dirt on his wound and
embraced the burning sensation he felt on his back,
this was definitively not what the lion had in mind,
when he invited the creature for some dinner and wine,
but shame on the lion, this was not the first time,
he's been through this before, there's no need to rewind,
but the lion learned his lesson,
and knows how to get himself out of this bind.

When you play with fire,
sometimes it burns so that the wound actually bleeds,
and as the lion discovered,
it doesn't matter just how careful you are,
when fire wants to burn it will sear everything it its path,
char it down to the ground...
but the lion's too strong,
he's got too much to give up,
he's got a pride to feed,
and a kingdom to run.

Beautiful Mermaid

There once was a beautiful mermaid,
who ruled the whole sea and made all men obey her,
the time spent with her should have never been traded,
for her beauty was such that should not be degraded.
My inept, naive heart should have probably known better,
but it took just one glance for my heart to be invaded.
Although she said nothing, I knew she had to be aided,
as her eyes screamed in pain for somebody who played her.
Without hesitation, I jumped out there and saved her.
Now I have a great friend... and the grand fool regrets it.

Asterisk Eyes; Beautiful Chocolate

Certain things I understand, only by looking in your eyes.
Try hard, though, not to smile, love, sit back, relax and embrace the butterflies.
When you smile, it's hard to concentrate, and I need to focus now on the love afloat
to immortalize your fire in rhyme, body and soul.
When I look into your eyes, I need not ask a question,
for I know the answers to it all and I can read all the suggestions.
I can read you in any language, love, the message is the same,
You're my favorite novel... I can read you over again.
And again and again... it is beautiful and yet, so arduous to explain,
that with every line I read, I delightedly write one in.

"Noble novel novelist
contributes to the perfect novel,
Perfect cover, perfect ink,
perfectly fit for any King."

Beware the Lion's Heart

Breezy wind blows lightly around me,
as I step forth stealthy and strong-minded,
I watch the lion sleeping soundly,
my disturbance I picture smiling.
His lofty mane sways back and forth,
as he breathes deeply in slumber sloth.
Majestic coat and threatening claws,
a warrior's honor, dying at his paws,
for he's the king of all you see,
his land he rules bravely and free.
He rules the ground, the trees and sea,
all that you see is all just for him.

I creep on forth seeking his essence,
trying not to awake his eminent presence,
for his vile anger will wrath intrusion,
obliterating all with might and no confusion.

I'm so close now, I hear his heartbeat,
he seems so happy as if he's smiling at me,
the ground vibrates as he exhales hot breath,
and for this kill tonight I've arrived well prepared.
As peaceful as he looks for the moment,
I know the Lion is king and the king is tough.
I've seen tigers cry, but never a lion, though.
... and I inhale... ready to blast a flame at him,
just end it all... quickly and pain-free.

But what has happened?
He has awaken!
He must have felt my presence
as I walked forth seeking his essence.
A thunderous, booming roar,
a vigorous, violent blow...
then lights out!

I expected to be dead, this I admit,
but for some reason, my life the lion has spared.
He could have ended me as I laid on my side unconscious.
Since I broke a wing as I fell, he knew I could not fly.
Still the lion did not take advantage,
he did not kill.
He knew I was helpless and instead of a slaughter,
he licked my wounds and helped them heal.
The lion's heart is bigger than expected,
this should be kept well in mind, never rejected,
for I will never forget the lion who performed the unexpected.

Stronghold it All

Protecting a king, ever-breaking his falls,
an indomitable wall stands proudly and tall.
Fortifying, strong and always ready for all,
all that may come from these battles and wars.
Vile intruders attempt to perforate this partition,
for the king is inside of this mighty, grand wall,
but the king lies in peace as he chuckles aloud,
"Come to me, invaders,
have a try at it all.
I defy you to challenge
the most glorious of walls!"

Velvet Ride on Red October

I anticipate this ride and I can't wait to get on it.
For whatever long I waited,
I have waited for too long.
It almost seems as if the wait
lasted a decade and a month.
As I make my way through the waiting line,
The sun inebriates me like wine.
rays reflect off glossy paint,
making this ride seem pure and magical.
So much so, it takes away my dreadful pain
and brings me sunshine yet again.

When I'm finally next in line,
My heart seems to skip a beat.
I cannot hide the excited smile that has taken over me.
I am just waiting for my signal,
to be saved from something dismal.

Finally aboard, I can't handle the animation.
Enthusiastically, I await as I am helped and buckled up.
All inside me, I have melted
for this moment I have dreamed of for some time now.
For this so very occasion, something special has just happened.
I have been allowed the privilege, joy, and honor
to be the only one aboard.

So begins my Velvet ride,
well enraptured, high on life.
So delightful is the thought of just being me riding this ride.
And every turn, and every climb, and every drop,
it all adds to the feeling.
This feeling, unlike all others,
inviolable and sacred.
I cannot share, I WILL not share,
try to steal it, best not dare!
For the most part this is scary.
Pulling g's makes me so wary.
Try to ignore the vile anguish,
built by eagerness to vanquish.
Conquer everything about this... down to the last physics lesson.
My heart pumps faster than ever,
I want this ride to last forever.
This ride's given me a buzz,
lightning bolts run through my body.
Electricity within me, yet I dare not make a fuzz.
Oh, how beautiful the feelings,
ardently bestowed upon me.
Healed my soul from poisoned thoughts,
and gave me more than I sought after.

Salt-Water Rain and Acid Baths

What makes good days turn to pain?
What's the story?
What's the deal?
I thought you liked watching it rain.
Pour down on me, pull me under...
Salty thoughts you've brought upon me.
If the wounds sting just a little,
pour salt on the piece most brittle...
I promise you they heal.
When they scar, how they'll remind me,
of the times you say you love me,
until then, however, love,
if the wounds sting just a little,
pour salt on the piece most brittle...
I promise you they heal.
I don't care that you have cut me,
those incisions never killed me,
as it does when salt pours on me.
This time, though, I say it sadly,
You were not the one to gouge me,
you're the salt raining down on me.

Like Fondue

With ravishing eyes that pierced my soul,
she trapped my mind and won't let go.
Her lips entice thoughts in my head
which seem I've never thought before.
She's spontaneous, smart and funny.
With little effort, turns my overcast to sunny.
She's running circles in my mind,
but I'd be a fool to try and stop her.
Her smile in memory is better than having ever lived without her.
What's with her smile, her eyes, her lips?
She's got my circuit in a fritz.
A transient glance will dig my grave,
for I'm too weak to walk away.
This divine scene is but a rerun
of a sitcom love once ended with a spear gun.
It took too long to heal the wound.
Yet here we are again...
... again I melt in such a way which I could only melt for her.

Bipolar Advantage: If Your Eyes Could Only See

I have to walk on egg shells when around you
because I may piss you off with my words when I'm around you.
Forget what I said, it does not matter!
In the matters of what matters, your extinction's where your heart is.

But what if your life did not depend on oxygen?
If your feet were purple and everything you thought right, went out the door.
Now your colors of perception have shifted into what you have never experienced before.

But forget this, I'd rather go away and drift away, my mind so far away.
There are places in my head where I like to go from time to time.
I can't help it really, actually, it happens all the time.
Everywhere, all the time, where I go, my mind drifts all the time.

But is that wrong, am I to blame?
For the world I live on is a world too stale, so I conceive another world,
where my world lives and exists, but yet is different than the world I live on.
Sometimes better, sometimes worse, but it's a world I love to wander.
Seems such amazing paradise should be available on call, but nay, thou shall not enter!
This world is not a slave and may only open when your heart and mind are one!
There's a warning on my face to those who dare test, try and riddle,
look well deep within my eyes, for I lie awake and do not fiddle.
Every step I take, I take with heart in hand and words in mind
and my mind speaks loud and clear.

Above all, my propitious heart loves many beings,
many faces I have seen that have made me a believer.
A belief in such a love that only having loved ensures you understand.
To name them all would be demanding as I've seen such faces that inspire writing.
Still, as I search on for another life to write a book on,
I stop and think, "this is a nice line for me to poop on."

A Mermaid in Her Ocean

Such a mystery of a woman, no one knows quite what she's thinking.
I knew not what to write about, and now I'm writing without blinking.
With her sweet kisses of vodka and those lovely eyes like almonds,
she's a mermaid in her ocean... queen of hearts, spades, cloves and diamonds.

She can strike you if she wants to, no one's going to tell her not to.
Such a beauty no one wants to, disappoint or even argue.
If you look deep in her eyes and search deep within her soul,
you will find a world of troubles, her stories will make you blue.

The fire in her heart is not so easy to extinguish,
which is why it's such a task just to be able to distinguish,
if her smile is a gift of honesty, or if she's just trying to relinquish,
all those moments that she lost when her life spun with quite some english.

Now I sit here with my thoughts... my memories and feelings.
None were hurt, none were damaged.... there is no need for healing.
Then, why is there such an empty? ... why do I feel like I miss her?
It must be the way she kissed me or maybe the things she whispered.

The Way I Do

Does he know when you are thirsty?
Does he know when you're in pain?
Do you show him when you're frisky?
Hope you don't kiss him in the rain.

Does his flavorless tongue shock you?
Do his lips make you see double?
Do your knees get weak and shaky?
And does he know that you are trouble?

Have you lied yet to save face,
to the fact that you don't care?
Yes, we all hear what you're saying,
but that's not what's in your head.

I know you will remember me
with every play button you press.
You will remember all the music
that made you want to undress
and with those thoughts you will cry, babe,
'cause, it's the only way to express
those feelings that still lurk in you
as you seek one last caress.

You can tell me what you want,
but I know he doesn't love you,
doesn't miss you, doesn't lace you.
His vapid mind does not impress you...

... at least not the way I do.

You can say that he is funny,
and you don't see him for his money.
Yes, he might be entertaining,
but he doesn't make you laugh...

... at least not the way I do.

When you're scared he might stand by you,
and you might save the things he buys you.
He might know some things about you,
but he doesn't know  you well enough...

... at least not the way I do.