caught

you never fail
you always have me
we fall sometimes
and i will catch
but as a human
i can only
hope for
you to
be here
for me when
i'm as i shouldn't be
for me when
i need your touch
for me when
i yearn for laughter
for me when
i need something beautiful
to gaze upon
for me when
i need to be caught.
and i will be there for you
and i will play you
the music and sing
you the tunes and
act you the words
and enough of us will
be caught
caught in love
caught in our
conditions
caught in time
and suddenly
caught
timeless
for each other
always
always
always...

"True, it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this
That catch my troubled head
When you're away, when
I am missing you to death"
-I&W

catch me

i've been
wondering
recently
if i am
slowly
slip
ing
a
w
a
y

there
is an ache
in my throat
something must
have been strained
when i belted out those
songs i'd hadn't heard in
such a very long time
and perhaps it wont
make everyone
happy but i
cant help
their

Fight To Be Noticed

it goes from my throat
to the back of my
neck to my
chest to
my head
to my
eyes
and
eve
ryt
hi
ng
e
l
s
e

seriously, i try these lines
i try these characters
i try the motions
i try i try i try
i want them
all to know
i want to
be all that
i can be for
you but
tonight
i felt
dry and
sick and
as if i
might
be su
dden
ly sl
ipp
ing
aw
ay.
...
...
..
..
.
.
.

"i was meant
to raise these
hands with
quiet all
about
me"
-the decemberists

you should have seen yourself

you should
have seen
yourself
the light
lit darkness
with shadows
sharp across
our faces
we look to
our sides
and see each other
we look to
the front
and see the brick
wall of the 100
year old beauty.
if only we were
100 and just
as beautiful

and like it
we must clear
out the debris
rebuild
re-light
reset
and rediscover
what magic
passed before
and bring it back
but like each
great show
an ending
a cross roads
we face our
difficulties
our weaknesses
and find what makes
us compatible
and not
we find in
our moments
of fear, what makes
us look fierce is
only fear with
strength driving it
and we've found it

you should
have seen
yourself
pouring out
letting me
know
who you are
holding my
hand as i
discover the
human condition
God is not something
we should learn about
in church
Philosophy is not something
we should learn about
in school
Life is not something
we should be told
Life experience will
teach of all of these
great mysteries
if you hold my hand
"i feel an energy between us
can i hold your hand?
i like the contact"

no matter the
tempest of feelings
no matter the
complications
no matter if
we stay or go
just hold my hand

"So never leave me lonely
Tell me you love me only
And that you'll always let it be me"
-everly brothers

to speak frankly

a Polymath
once wrote that
"nothing is worth
more
than this day"
and i think
nothing truer
might have
encapsulated
the essence
of our time
here.

there
is something
basic
yet complex
there
is something
strange and mysterious
something mystics
can't explain
something in
me
with you
that was discovered
and flourished
and
produced a light
that glows
in our veins
in our mind
and in
our meaning
and our faults
and our victories

rediscovered
when i see
the pictures
when i listen
to the sounds
and when i see
your name
painted the town.
it is rediscovered
every morning when
i awake
for you are
my first thought
and when
i lay to
rest
for you
are my
last
prayer
of thanks

to speak
frankly,
your kisses
rediscover me
they are
the fresh
the organic
the rhythms
in my ears
the throbs
in my chest
and...
you...
are my rediscovery
and every moment
is worth the most
no matter
the time
the place
the situation
the circumstance.
every time we are
apart i yearn to
shout what once
was spoken
"Come back
so I can tell you,
I know what matters
now-you" (r&h)

to speak frankly,
i love you

"there's no need to
complicate
our time is short
this is our fate,
i'm yours" -j.mraz

any night any day...

caught with
pencils between
my ear
a story
not forgotten
a feeling
reminded
in your eyes

ice outside
times are
fast
with moon
glows and
an icy breeze
barren brown death
under the clouds
in two thousand
and eight

but then you
appear
your eyes
and your face
and your body
radiated in the
sunlight
as the clouds clear
as there is no
roof
there are no
boundries
there is nothing
keeping our thoughts
sane
we are
overtaken
with glow
as the barren maples
and oaks turn back
to lush
palms
and the
dead grass
turns to
warm
sand
and the ice
melts to
clear blue
oceans
and you and i
are every bit
of nineteen-forty-nine
once more
for a moment together
and an eternity in though
there are no boundries
here
there are no stops
i've kept to myself
back there
but here
when i'm with you
i feel it
the warmth
in my blood
our skin together
hot and soaked
and moving

a slight breeze blows
the sun never sets here
the love
never
ends
the magic
remains
months after
suddenly i feel it
in the soft bed
the hard floors
the crinkle of the
quilt
and brushing of
the sheets
the connection
the movement
and i need
not reminder
of my madness
is love madness?
does it matter?

no

there are no boundries here
only love
only hope
only you
and i
and whatever
music we set
our lives to

whatever
island
calls
you...

for you, glow

silent passings
quiet understandings
running
out
of words

loud stares
short calls
minutes
questioned
and moments
left behind

if walls
could talk
they would
tell us their stories
and
they will
with those
that lived them
that kissed them
that bled them
that paid for them

and you

will it
kill
you?

so many decision
i see the tension
i hear
too many of those
wanting
to feel the life
without living it
everything
so
quick
so
foggy
so
industrial
yet so alive
so un-programed
so creative
so organic
and beautiful
and tall
and strong

think
not of it
as your doom
think
not of it
as your destiny
think of it
merely as
your
blank
canvas

and
make
your
art

paint the pictures
dance the routines
act the scenes
sculpt the statues
sing the songs
and bring light
shine to
believe

and if you
show it
a fraction
of the love that
you've
shown
me
then it will
be the finest
of it's wine

and when
its finished
let us enjoy it
or let them have it
so we
may run
away
and watch
blue eyes
for you
glow

"I remember every detail
of the day we met"
-s&c bowman

i love you
every time

i can smell the grease-paint

electricity runs
through their
veins
the smiles
the laughs
the hope
the questions
the introductions
"what are you selling?"
someone asked
"nothing, but wait until you hear this..."
i replied
there was such
an ethereal
energy
that has finally
been sparked
such a rebirth
for the mind
finally
the seed of hope
planted today

wading through the
rain and puddles
i saw the sun
in their eyes
the best
was one man's
yell...
i explained to him
the matters
and his first
reactions were
eyes lit on fire
arms flung in the air
and hopping
up and down
while giving a very
loud piercing
yelp for joy
"WHOOOO"
a call to his wife
who soon met us
"the best news i've heard"
they jumped
and danced around
"back before modern advances
in stage make up
we used greasepaint
and i can still smell it"
he told me

"i can smell it already"
he left me with...

the energy
of this place
the energy
of town
the energy
of our universe
the energy
of this day
the energy
of the people
of their lives
of their joy
the energy
only EVER
matched and
duplicated
by the energy one feels...

...on stage

"follow every rainbow
till you find your dream..."
-r&h