That Butterfly Feeling
Was it just indigestion?
a little ball of gas?
That made my heart flutter
a beat all too fast?
I mistook it for more.
a beautiful affliction.
But it may have been a cramp;
a strange bowel constriction.
I'd hoped we had real magic
our intimacy stout.
But you were a nip of vertigo.
a plague of gout.
I felt the love we were building
a real work of art.
I now know that feeling
was merely
a fart.
Out of the Blues
There's a man I met once.
His voice was gritty and his skin was dark; tanned darker by a southern sun and an eastward wind.
His words were wise with experience but his soul dripped sadness.
In a verse, he could tell you where you were coming from. Though his origins were unknown.
His voice had a bit of Georgia...or was that Alabama? No, definitely Arkansas. No that's wrong, too.
His origins were unknown.
He came,
from out of the blues.
In 3 chords, he could tell you your future. In 3 more, he'd make sense of your past.
In the turnaround he'd reveal your greatest triumph. Then liken it to a time of vulnerability; that time you were most indefensibly exposed.
I was leveled to nothing, then he brought me back up. The chorus showed me his nascence and pulled me in with him.
He left me there to crawl out on my own.
to crawl out.
Out of the Blues.
Out of the Blues
There's a man I met once.
His voice was gritty and his skin was dark; tanned darker by a southern sun and an eastward wind.
His words were wise with experience but his soul dripped sadness.
In a verse, he could tell you where you were coming from. Though his origins were unknown.
His voice had a bit of Georgia...or was that Alabama? No, definitely Arkansas. No that's wrong, too.
His origins were unknown. He came,
from out of the blues.
In 3 chords, he could tell you your future. In 3 more, he'd make sense of your past.
In the turnaround he'd reveal your greatest triumph. Then liken it to a time of vulnerability; that time you were most indefensibly exposed.
I was leveled to nothing, then he brought me back up. The chorus showed me his nascence and pulled me in with him. He left me there to crawl out on my own.
to crawl out.
Out of the Blues.
Happy First Day of Winter
And in good show, it was chilly and blustery this morning.
Showing off her power with restraint - proving once again that she could strip away our clothes and kill us with her icey glare if she wanted to.
Oh, Winter, you savage spinster, you.
You'll never win a companion if you continue to be as bitter and heartless as you show yourself to be.
Is it jealousy?
Wanting of Summer's warm love-filled days, Spring's sweet aromas and impressive storms, Fall's magnificent color and gentle moments as your darkness draws ever closer?
Is it spite?
Attempting to prove your independence when your actions betray you and only reveal your sadness of love lost?
Fear?
Are you too frightened to admit your vulnerabilities?
Oh Winter, you harsh soul. Both your beauty and your yearning are whispered in the silence after a heavy blanket of snow is laid down.
You cradle us in your cold,
Welcoming us to draw closer,
and you hold us, tighter
and tighter until we draw
our
last
breath.
Sines
Two tones
Two frequencies
Parallel for a moment
Cresting together
Converging wonderfully, blissfully, enveloped by each other
Dipping together
Separating
Reluctantly
Two lives
Two bodies
Parallel for a moment
Waking together
Converging lovingly, meaningfully, enveloped by the other
Laughing together
Living
Breathlessly
Two loves
Two souls
Parallel for the moment
Silently together
Laying peacefully, patiently
Enveloped by earth
Laying together
hoping for the next
Convergence
The Medical Field
Proximal Anterior
"Your shit is inferior"
To the real ulterior
Motive of the man
"Your work is too good
Our profits just should
Be written in blood
That our patients have bled"
No matter the cost
Yes, lives will be lost
Our souls will be tossed
to the devil instead
Proximal anterior
Not frontal but inferior
Brain is superior
When insurance commands
Strong Back Hand
You may think you can push, and I will fall
But I'm not the same. Nope. Not at all
You push, I push
You fight, I stand
I'm no longer that weak, scared little pawn.
I'm strong,
know who I am,
have a mean hook and a strong back hand.
You push, I push
You fight, I win.
Cause I'm no longer a push over and I know who I am.