Facts ‘Round Midnight

1.

During a passionate kiss,

it is possible for you to hear nothing

but the beating of ones heart.

So, I kissed you one more time

To make sure I was still alive.

 

2.

According to the Bible,

Thinking of someone else during sex

Is a cardinal sin

(punishable by nothing).

 

3.

My heart is always wanting you,

Like a child wanting to

Speak for the first time.

It’s waiting for the most

Opportune time to feed on the past.

 

4.

When a hansom man walk up to you

And you want to talk to them,

Say “I’ve got to know you now,

For we me never meet again.”

Know to take chances.

 

5.

Telling the truth sober

And telling the truth drunk

Are two completely different moments.

 

6.

There is no greater thrill

Than being kissed in the rain.

 

7.

I wish I could say it breaks my heart

That I walked away from

Your fairy tale.

 

8.

If someone asks you

Are you sexy?,

You always say, “I’m beautifully smart.”

 

9.

I’m afraid I’ll die young

Like everyone around me.

 

10.

According to the Torah,

One of the most beautiful things to happen

Is to be awake from midnight until dawn.

And because of this I’ll have more time

To get in a lovely state of mind with you.

Raging Winds of Caged Wings

Is this a lasting love,

Or something passing?

Because I’d like to know

If I can be sure of

All the times you said you wanted me.

But, then something changed in me

And all I could do was deny this thing.

 

So when the night comes

And your all alone

Don’t think of me

As what could be.

Think of what was and that

I’m not your love.

I don’t buy souls.

 

I just sell them,

Since I’m already going to hell.

And I’ve got no problem with that

Since I am my own.

And you are just a pawn

Of this whole mind game.

But what happens

 

When I want a real love?

Leaps & Bounds

I wear the brand of this trade

Tattooed on my back,

And you act so surprised

From this thing you already knew.

You’re like that statue I once sold

Many moons ago,

To become less cold.

 

And your eyes are like the coffee

I just poured down the drain.

You always said,

“This was just a mistake”

But I’m not blind.

I just can’t wait

For this time to just pass by.

 

You’re just another guy,

Quick to forget about the leaps and bounds.

So I’m going home

To be right by my side.

The side of change.

When I get caught in this moment

Of how you act so surprised.

There Is No Title For Love

The record’s spinning round and round,

And my heart is beating non-stop.

When you walk in and say,

You would marry me if I were 22,

But I’m only 19.

So, what’s the deal with being in a hurry?

Time is something that is just our lie.

Like the time you said you were fine.

 

Who’s to say we need this now?

Nothing is out there

But the whole world.

And the ease of this pain

Is what sooths your burn,

Like the time we kissed in the rain.

If only my math was better,

I could add a few numbers.

 

But all I have is my creativity,

So I’ll just build a home

That will last.

And now we’re dancing round and round,

Like the King and Queen.

When you whisper in my ear and say,

You would marry me if I were 22,

But I’m only 19.

 

Maybe this is just the test?

To see what moments last

Until the sunset.

Sunshine is the kiss that keeps on giving

Besides the lips of your honey.

And the combination we’ve created

Is like the wrist watch my father bought,

Never dying.

 

One last turn,

And one last kiss when we realize

The music’s fading.

And now we’re just swaying.

When you walk away and say,

You would marry me if I were 22,

But I’m only 19.

Message In A Heart Shaped Glass

You ask me.

You ask me why the sky is blue

And the grass is green.

Why your veins are blue

And your blood stains red.

You ask me.

You ask me why I love you

And not another.

 

My dear.

My dear you are the sky that is blue

And that grass is green.

For if you were not apart of me,

Where would that leave you?

And your veins are blue from

The ice running to my heart.

And the red that you see

Is the moment I cut away from you,

to leave.

 

Never tell.

Never tell me why the sky is blue

And the grass is green.

Why your veins are blue

And your blood stains red.

Never tell me.

Never tell me why I love you

And not another.

 

A Soul.

A soul is what is trapped

Inside this body

Yearning to break free.

But that day may never come,

To keep me at bay.

So I hold onto your body

Like an infant at dinner.

This is just a cage,

That cannot be broken.

 

The Truth.

The truth will set us free,

They say

But what if the truth is a lie,

In some weird way.

Honestly, honesty, it’s just us now.

The truth is,

We’re all alone now.

Chances Are All I Have Now (So Take Them)

I don’t dream like I did before,

Like when I was younger.

But last night something hit me like a prophecy.

Nothing but black,

And a reflection of me

Sitting at a bar

With a bottle of Jameson,

Is all I’d ever be.

I don’t like the taste,

It just makes the colors brighter.

 

Congrats to all the nice guys

Who are safe.

But tonight I’m seeking danger,

Like this man sitting on the side of the road

Drinking a 40 and swaying from place to place.

I’m sorry,

but you’re a mystery to me.

Even though we’re all supposed to me the same.

It’s just a favor, a favor to me,

To keep my sane.

 

So to all those who say they fear heights,

We just fear the fall,

And because of this

We never jump in the deep end,

Deep end of our minds.

So let us open them

One more time.

As he took a swig,

he asked me what I believe.

And I said,

 

Only the rich are afforded.

But I believe in you.

And I never bow my head anymore

because I’m always thankful and

I don’t dream like I did before,

Like when I was younger.

But last night something hit me like a prophecy.

Nothing but black,

And a reflection of me,

Is all I’ll ever be.

Only In Times Like This Is Reality, Real.

I come alive

when the thumb of my small right hand

presses again my neck.

I feel the pulse that keeps this repatition machine

moving.

Almost There!

This paper is almost done!

Half way there!

I’ve had a bit of a meltdown,

but that is what happens when I’m on something good.

Back to Octavio Paz and all of his ideas, maybe I am becoming crazy, because he was?

Well, anyways. Have a wonderful day everyone.

It’s An Internal Sacrifice, Called WWIII.

I am sure we’ve all looked at ourselves one time or another and not liked what we saw in the reflection.

Everyday it may be like World War III, fighting with your head and your heart.

But, what happens when you or I can no longer face our demons to keep them at bay?

Faith & Hope, Never Enough.

I just think of Him as an answering machine who sits at a desk with army boots on.

Sitting there choosing who to answer,

while he throws the rest of the voices around like paper planes into acid rains

to make sure their faith can never get too high.