Went to a casino the other day,
A game of hold 'em I was hopin' to play,
Entered the poker room and looked around,
Found me a seat and sat right down.
As I laid down my chips and started to play,
I hoped that luck would come my way,
For a while the cards were running cold,
Most of my moves were check and fold.
As the game continued on,
I realized half my chips were gone,
But before it could go from bad to worse,
I saw my luck was about to reverse.
For as I sat among those expressionless faces,
I was suddenly holding a pair of aces,
I knew the bank I soon would crack,
With this chance to win my money back.
As the dealer took three off the top,
And laid on down that three card flop,
My heart had suddenly started to sing,
As I saw on the table an ace and a king.
Now with aces three of a kind,
Thoughts of riches went through my mind,
With my luck now running hot,
I tossed a pile of chips in the pot.
As the dealer laid down another card,
Everybody stared real hard,
It was just me and another who called my bet,
And I didn't see him as a threat.
The final card thrown in the ring,
Happened to be another king,
Suddenly I couldn't help but gloat,
As I was holding a full boat.
With the full house I was holding,
There was no way I was folding,
With aces over I had to win,
So I decided I should go all-in.
For a moment I was in a daze,
As the other player called my raise,
But with confidence I began to stand,
And showed the full house in my hand.
The other player didn't say a word,
Sounds of silence was all that was heard,
As he exposed two kings, it really blew my mind,
My full house was beat by four of a kind.
I sat back down with a look of defeat,
After suffering such a bad beat,
And all my money having been spent,
I wondered how I'd pay the rent.
I thought of how I'd tell my wife,
And if she'd come after me with a knife,
I thought of ways to recoup my loss,
Like asking for an advance from my boss.
Lady Luck had done me wrong,
Left me singing this sad, sad song,
Some days you win, some days you lose,
Some days you sing them poker blues.
For want of remaining calm, i approach slowly
Each step like crystal upon the stone
a delicacy i know not how to control.
I look skyward as i touch the ground, apollo hear my call.
the blindest beggar sees clearer than i.
guide me, for in this room i have never been.
For want of keeping peace, i crawl patiently
My step cannot be heard in these chambers
no dust unsettled. no breath misplaced.
apollo, lead my hand, this chamber is so vast
like an infant, new and amazed, i stare aimless
for all these sites, i have never seen.
For want of holding face, i stand still
My hesitation shows no fear.
in awe i must take rest, for i am not alone.
Apollo meet my heart, and guide me through her home.
this temple is my innate desire
a solitary space that my eyes have rarely seen
in these new surroundings, my course is quite unknown
but i am safe within the certainty
that i am home amongst the answers.
this is love, is what i mean.
Something silly and sentimental I guess. Has no title as of yet.
Some light the menorah,
others the Christmas tree.
Some just get lit
waiting for that they've yet to see.
Whatever the belief,
no matter the lack thereof,
I am constantly reminded
it's simply about love.
The love felt as a child
waiting for a gift.
The love that is missing
due to familial rift.
There is a constant reminder,
whether you like it or not,
there is just something there
something that can't be bought.
The real gift I'd love to get
is that it would happen all year long.
I believe that we have it in us
but then again, I might be wrong.
No matter how bad it's been
for a moment it goes away.
Or at least if I was so inclined,
for that, and for all, I would pray.
This one seems to fit in with the holiday thingy, I think...
Party Favors
Party favors do not a party make,
Nor that fancy bakery cake,
It's not the table set so fine,
Nor that bottle of expensive wine,
Not china set on polished wood,
Or gourmet food that tastes so good.
What matters is the people gathered there,
Family and friends you know who care,
With whom you can share a laugh and a smile,
It's what truly makes life worthwhile,
For with time spent with loved ones you can be sure,
Of cherished memories that will always endure.
I close my eyes and dream of you
Your face, your smile, your eyes so blue
My skin so tingly from your last touch
Every part of me misses you so much
I long to be in your arms, feeling warm and free
I long to hear you whisper how much you love me
My long thick dark hair awaited your skillful hands
sharp scissors and vivid imagination
It was my first time I had no expectations or demands
My virgin hair had never felt such sensation
First you ran your fingers throughout my mane
All the while driving me insane
Followed by the caressing massaging scented shampoo
And the professional treatment from you
I watched in the mirror as you sectioned piece by piece
I just wanted this pleasure to last and last
I wished the feel of your forceful hands to never cease
I anticipated more but dared not ask
As I watched my long strands of hair fall to the floor
I wondered if I had made a mistake
I was afraid of what lay in store somehow I trusted you more
Even when you sheared my nape
That first time is a special memory I will never forget
Nothing will ever compare
The first time ever I let
A man cut my hair
I hold your hand and I watch you slowly breathe
Eventually we will meet again that I believe
You have only brought me great happiness
I fought to give you nothing less
Now you are nearly gone
And I'm almost alone
I can only cry
Pray and ask why
True I knew love
Blessed from above
Treasured each day we had
And for those moments I'm glad
Now I watch your life come to an end
Losing more than my wife I'm losing a friend
Only by the grace of God I hold back my fears
It's too late its over I flood your dead body with tears
I sit at my computer desk trying to think,
I pick up my coffee and start to drink,
I've been up all day and into the night,
Wracking my brain for something to write.
Just sitting around all day at home,
Hoping to write the next great tome,
But my progress has been terribly slow,
The words simply don't want to flow.
I realize to reap the glory and wealth,
My novel is not going to write itself,
It's my own project, I understand,
Though I wouldn't mind a helping hand.
I look at my dog and she starts to stare,
If she has any ideas, I wish she'd share,
I'd gladly give her any credit due,
Even buy her a bone or two.
But she looks at me with nothing to say,
It's clear that she just wants to play,
She goes to the corner and fetches her ball,
I can see that she is just no help at all.
I sit at my computer desk trying to think,
I pick up my coffee and start to drink,
I've been up all day and into the night,
Wracking my brain for something to write.
Just sitting around all day at home,
Hoping to write the next great tome,
But my progress has been terribly slow,
The words simply don't want to flow.
I realize to reap the glory and wealth,
My novel is not going to write itself,
It's my own project, I understand,
Though I wouldn't mind a helping hand.
I look at my dog and she starts to stare,
If she has any ideas, I wish she'd share,
I'd gladly give her any credit due,
Even buy her a bone or two.
But she looks at me with nothing to say,
It's clear that she just wants to play,
She goes to the corner and fetches her ball,
I can that she is just no help at all.
1-12-11.
this is funny and sweet -play with the dog and if you can, get laid -this will help you write -get away from the end and start at the beginning -in other words, let the story write its self : )
Torture the data long enough and they will confess to anything.
We work, we work, we work,
We build up things that we lost before,
We make things better,
We smile and laugh,
We love and live again,
Things are better than ever before,
We create new happy memories,
Then one night you drink.
You drink, you slip and you unravel what weve done.
You drink and do something stupid,
With someone so not even worth losing me for,
Its easy as that to ruin our hard work.
So now what?
We put a lid on it,
Start again and pretend it didnt happen,
I add it to the box of other mistakes,
Try not to let it take over,
While at the sametime making a note to keep an eye on her.
I try to forget and just carry on,
Hoping there wont be yet another 'next time'
Life brings the words of a song
The pain opens a gate
A tiny smile brings flood
One's alone self takes a coarse
Touch is searched for and held
The journey continues away
Mournful pride slides by
Holding still and steadily
Day breaks and pushes
Winding forward and set
Elders amend and cease
The soul is not lost but placed
Melody melody
Torture the data long enough and they will confess to anything.
A sort of a love type poem I wrote today not to anyone just a big battle I have been having with myself for a while now I won't let this feeling take me over again
At A fork in the road
I am at a point
In a Journey of Love and Hate
Which path I will choose
I have already made.
I will not wander down through the corridor
Of anger and hate
They hold no place inside my heart
I will not let it tear me or my loved ones apart.
Love is my strength to get me through this
long journey of life. Without love I am not the man I want to be.
I am a lover not a fighter not a person of hate.
Which path do I take as I stand at this fork in the road?
I choose the path of love and let it pull me ahead.
I will not let anger and hate win me over
I am love I need love I have been given love.
“I'm not one of those complicated, mixed-up cats. I'm not looking for the secret to life.... I just go on from day to day, taking what comes.”~Frank Sinatra~
Goodnight and goodbye my friend
to days when there was no end
to pleasures and mindful matter
drunken haze and idle chatter
gravity, without the weight
love endless, life without hate.
Seamless dialog, dogeared page,
curtain calls, a rose upon the stage.
Wonder and awe, at life's reward.
Differing tempos ending on the same chord.
Embittered and amused from the same cue's,
A shared brush, blending hue's.
Life the art we practiced well.
The mistaken stroke, a passion quelled.
Last we met, we spoke of tomorrow,
but now left, from remembrance to borrow.
I know not who the editor be,
thus my rage is all I see.
Traffic lines had set the stage.
Traffic lines now end the page.
You would say, move on with life
and so I shall, without usual strife.
I just wanted you to know,
that I'm sorry to see you go.
In a late winter eastern sky
As day bid goodbye to the Earth
A midnight blue cloud
Caught my eye
Edged in bright white
Overlaid with a deeper darkness
Rush hour traffic forced me to pause and
I lost myself in the cloud and puzzled
How the velvet blue could contain that powerful black
Without losing its essence
Minutes passed, sirens, traffic stalled and the sky darkened
The edges of the cloud shone brightly and for a long while I could still see
Its unchanged character
Blue holding black, black supported by blue
You holding me, me inside of you
Paris will never be the same...Where is Paris anyway???
Oh that's right...it's somewhere in Texas...
Paris Will Never Be The Same
I returned to Paris as in days gone by,
Now that I’m here, I’m not sure why,
For the city that once felt like home,
Is a joyless place when you’re alone.
I can’t help but recall the older days,
Of sipping wine in corner cafes,
Romantic dinners by candle light,
That lasted well into the night.
The walks along the river Seine,
Huddled together against the rain,
Hand in hand we’d stroll the street,
Stealing kisses, so discrete.
Now as I walk along the avenue,
I think about the times with you,
But the city we both loved so dear,
Is a lonely place without you here.
And though I yearn for the times of old,
Now the city just seems so cold,
I made my return but I’m sorry I came,
For Paris will never be the same.
We chat
and then a call
plans were made for a movie that all.
It was clear, at least to me we are just friends
I brought the popcorn
you get the move
Boy their was other things on your mind
You reached for me
I stayed back
Still I was their to watch a movie
Now I know their was no chance
Finally, I came to you
Just to comfort you.
And so it begin.
That kiss
the look in your eyes
that need for a woman's touch
I knew that I could do it just right.
Like a dance
that has been rehearsed
No time that kept us apart
Why did I let you see in to
my heart
I know that she has kneed you in the balls
and done you wrong
I'm not her and that not my song.
She Cheated on you with five of your best friends
I'm sorry that one is my blood
Why did you call me
If you knew that you still had a gun
I'm not my brother
I didn't fuck you Bitch
I'm not the Bitch that got pregnant with your best friends baby
Don't blame me for what they have done
If all you wanted was a wet whole
I would have bought you a fucking ham
Structures built between me and you,
physical, spiritual, and individual.
I didn't ask for it, and neither did you,
but here we are, so what do we do?
I ask you, without pretension.
Can I tell you without hesitation?
Pride in what you say and,
Pride with what you do,
Can I say I love you,
no matter your sex,
sorry if you're vexed,
can't I love without prescription?
And so I sit here without hesitation,
to hear you.
I see you, for what you are,
I see your sides, which I also have,
or even for what you wanna be.
There's no limit to what heart's let see.
Can I cry into space and let you catch?
Throw it out there and hope you'll fetch?
Your style and way say so much,
excuse the momentary crutch.
I hang my head upon your prose,
as tears roll down my nose.
Here I am and there you are,
two entwined without knowing the other,
why should I even bother?
I know it might be a waste of time
but I feel again, as I feel your rhyme,
when I hear you.
Can't make up it's mind
Which way to blow
Winds blow all around
Time to ride hard
Head winds, Cross winds, Tails winds
Which ones today seems to be all
Three of them
Can't make up it's mind
Makes me have to
Ride harder
Not knowing which way
it will blow
Keeps me on my toes
Cross winds and Headwinds
suck no mater what
the only good wind that blows my way
Is the tailwind
Time to ride hard
Fucking head wind straight on through
Not gonna stop me though
Just make me stronger
Time to tuck grab the drops
Lower the gear
Hammer the crank
Time to ride hard
The wind she blows all around
She can't seem to make up her mind today
Time to ride hard
“I'm not one of those complicated, mixed-up cats. I'm not looking for the secret to life.... I just go on from day to day, taking what comes.”~Frank Sinatra~
Sex is his secret
His blanket his shield
(Sensual lust shatters
a young boys fragile mind.)
Shouldnt we mourn the death
Of a child now born to
A life lived in death
no celebration of manhood
His nightmare of fondling and
mind-numbing masturbation his only rite of passage.
DONT TELL ME YOU CARE
With Broken promises and lies
You ignore me and leave me
A whisper of love
A smile? A long wave goodbye.
Tell me of love from a God
On high. Sunday school falicy
only a fool would believe.
SHOW me this love
And i'll show you mine that
Starts in the dark and ends in the dark
And never more
Will i care
Love is of shame
and secrets
and lies
Its a soft feathered touch
Never soothing the pain
Salt in a cut
Your promises burn my heart to
Ashes
Can you not SEE
The pain that i FEEL? The emptiness
Of desertion, his fear of
Abandonment and betrayal
AND NO ONE CARES!!!
How CAN they care??
Soft tears as unnoticed
As furious rage...
Pffft. Lover of death and you
Ask me why yet how can I not
Being a bride so young?
Branded for life with the Scarlet M of molestation...
Meomory exonerates logic and truth.
