I love to breathe it in.
Refreshing like rainfall.
The only part I hate
are the last few blocks home.
Luck can’t even describe it.
Your laughter is dangerous.
That smile, your eyes.
Don’t mind my staring.
Because I love when you rock out,
or dance with me in the street.
I want to show you off
for the entire world to see
how beautiful you are
when you go behind the scenes.
I’m grateful every day I have you,
I am yours to keep.
Sometimes the thought
accelerates my heart.
This dance with you seems endless,
I never want to stop.
Let’s take a night together,
just the stars and the lights,
hidden in our very own world,
on a skyline drive.
Above the city towers,
high in the heavens,
let’s make the world realize
what they’ve been missing.
An unspoken link.
Eyes match thoughts.
A charming condition.
Words match hearts.
Church bells ringing,
heads turn.
A confident smirk
at all I know I have.
I’d still have the Earth,
a wondrous location,
floating in the Milky Way.
Marvel in its vastness.
Marvel in its persona.
Marvel in its people.
Marvel in its beauty.
It can only be luck
to wake up in the morning
and feel this grateful.
An up and down attraction,
hiding high around clouds,
stars wink at you
as you surf beneath.
Life rarely provides much time
to practice before performing,
but where in the universe
is the fun in that?
So roll on, never stop rolling,
through every tiny thing
life brings to your front step.
And laugh while you do it.
When clouds get darker,
and rain begins to fall,
don’t be afraid.
Soak it all in.
Smile!
Always been the one who works off emotion.
Magnetically attracted to the corner of the room.
Always make decisions based on feel, not logic.
Can’t pinpoint just one reason why
you never leave my thoughts.
And all I want to do is run away,
with you.
Lay down and laugh life away,
with you.
Fly to find the fogs of Ireland,
with you,
Adore the morning smiles,
with you.
So show me, show me why I couldn’t stop glancing,
why this feeling lasts.
Show me, show me everything I need to see,
and I’ll show you everything of love and all that is pretty.
Collar lipstick,
velvet walls,
intoxication,
surrounded by all,
that we seem to ignore,
when we dance to our beat.
Two people alone
in this very big world.
Rustled sheets,
cut up wristbands,
haste spills out from our lips
and our palms.
Turning a corner to a wide open road,
where winter skies don’t match
the green trees and a prettier feeling.
Did that happen? Did it really happen?
A legitimate fear of waking up
from this potential life.
Alone on a crowded boulevard,
the souls synchronize.
I normally use a compass
to pinpoint the direction
of exactly how we got here,
but this time I don’t care to
look past the “right in front of me,”
so I’ll take it for what it is,
beautiful.
Exploration is important
for those who don’t succeed
in mixing with other creeds,
reproducing with other breeds.
Vision is always blanked
when limited to things
you only want to see,
such carelessness that breathes.
Killing those you’ll never meet,
or talk to over tea,
when we send them overseas
without a manual for peace.
Telling our kids that
playground fighting is obscene,
you should act better, yes indeed,
now do some homework, now go read.
But the lies they print on pages
for their youngster eyes to see
don’t tell them of the pain
of those you forced to bleed.
Instead we choose to mislead,
without teaching them to think,
and by the time they wear their special robe,
you’ve gone on to succeed.
This can’t be what they taught
inside the capital of Greece.
A focused life ain’t focused
if it’s focused on money.
So kill the greed,
hatred release,
burn all thoughts preconceived,
for peace and harmony.