Lucy, can you ever know what you’ve done?

Locked me alone in a room with my thoughts.

Such company is like a loaded gun;

Able to pacify the heart that rots.

The keys to my freedom are your eyes that shine,

But the gun’s damnation behind them lies.

So full of life when they fall upon mine!

So quick to bite and reveal the disguise!

How can I save myself from this torment?

To break the chains of infatuation,

That like a malarial plague lies dormant

Only to roar back with a sick vengeance.

For now I won’t worry about “what if?”

I’ll just focus on the “right now”- friendship.

January 27, 2011

A new chapter is reached, how many more?

The sentences run on the harder you look,

On to eternity, forever and always to the core.

You know someone said that the worlds a stage
And each must play a part.
Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance
You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange
And why I’ll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I’d rather go on hearing your lies
Than go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare and Im standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you wont come back to me
Then make them bring the curtain down.

Love for you dearest, despite the challenges such feelings would invariably produce. Though I may be scorned by your mother and tolerated by your father, I still feel there is a chance to win them over. Alas, there acceptance will not suffice- for it is yours which I crave. Your beauty and passion act beacons of light in these otherwise dark times of my heart.

With my soul longing to adhere to thine own I ask you now dearest- will thou cradle and love me for all the remaining seasons of our love? Will thou cherish the memories to come and preserve the times since past?

In short, dearest love, I ask thee now to be my lover, my soul mate, my best friend, and my wife.

Forever Yours,

Vincent

Low tide blues, low tide blues

I got them low tide blues.

When a woman’s got your heart by the balls

There’s not much you can do.

Low tide blues, low tide blues

I got them low tide blues.

Under the rays of the sun the sand is exposed

To shrivel and die like the proverbial rose.

Low tide blues, low tide blues

I got them low tide blues.

When the surf floods back at the end of the day

All those troubles will be washed away.

August 11, 2009

The summer winds of love have brought us together.

Now those winds carry us apart.

Not tear, shear, hew, or rip- but carry.

Carry your tender heart.

August 11, 2009

Vendetta     Bug

Ion               Action

Next             Stop

Cat               Ethanol

Energy         Bee

Next             Antagonizes

Talk              Late

                       Line

August 10, 2009

by Stephen Crane

From “All Ready Gone”

by The Eagles

Well, I know it wasn’t you who held me down.
Heaven knows it wasn’t you who set me free.
So often times it happens, that we live our lives in chains-
That we never even know we have the key.

Speeding down the country road, only one thing’s on his mind-

And it ain’t the G-men seven miles behind.

The clouds don’t give a damn about who he is,

Where he comes from, or who he knows.

But he doesn’t care either, to hell with those

Who hold him back and say he has to conform.

Conform to a life corrupted, to a world unjust;

He’ll bust out lookin’ for the wind on his face.

And he’ll find it too. 

Now those clouds are upon him, steadily gaining.

The lightning screams and the tires crash.

And it’s all over faster than the Tommy’s flash.

He lays in the gravel, dust in his hair, bleeding from his heart.

The clouds stand above him, and his fedora blows away

To keep the spirit alive of a warrior who played his part;

Livin’ the good life at no one’s pace but his own-

Sitting shotgun on a country road watching the wheat roll by.

FRANK : Hi’ya Dale.

DALE (nervous): Oh, hi’ya Frank! Nice to see ya!

FRANK: Don’t be a wise guy. You know what happens to wise guys.

DALE: Yeah, yeah, sure I do Frank. So how was the joint this time of year?

Frank looks him him with a death glare.

DALE (CONt’d): No! I was just being friendly.

FRANK: Sounded a little too fresh for my taste. Hey bartender! What’s a guy gotta do for a drink around here?

BARTENDER: Sorry Mr. Pescuela. Mr. Jones was distracting me with his big mouth.

FRANK: Yeah, he does sort of a big mouth doesn’t he?

DALE: Now look Frank believe it or not, I’m glad you’re out. I think whatever bad blood we had in the past should just be forgotten.

FRANK: You’d like that wouldn’t you?

DALE: Oh very much.

FRANK: Sorta bury the hatchet?

DALE: Exactly. Whatt’ya say?

FRANK: You know you cost me a lot, Dale. Six years in the State pen is hard to just bury.

DALE: Yeah, I can imagine. But you know it wasn’t my fault. Pitts McGraw took your girl, remember? He was the double crosser. He left you with nothing and instead of just bumping you off in peace he turned you over the cops to rot in that trap for the rest of your life. It was Pitts McGraw, now I’m on the level.

FRANK: I wish you was on the level, Dale. You was my best friend. You took me in and showed me the ropes. There was only one problem- you did the same for Pitts.

He gets up and stands over Dale. 

FRANK (CONT’D): And when you saw the real dough was in his rum running and there was no use for me you just let him ruin me. YOU LET HIM!

DALE: No! I swear Frank. What he was doing I didn’t know about!

Frank pulls out a gun.

FRANK: There’s more to bury than that hatchet, Dale. There’s the knife in my back and your dirty carcass. 

Frank shoots Dale violently, pays for his drink, and exits.