care for you child

To love someone is something else
But to care is something better
Physical contact is nothing without
An honest, thoughful letter
With words of love compasion
And small phrases of joy
A therapy much more needed
Than having around her boy
She comes seeking attention
Doors are open, house the homeless
And whenever she is cold
Donations open, take our blankets
Whenever she is hungry
The kitchen's open, help yourself
Whenever she is lonely
We're always open, I'll be here
Troubled, stressed, out of control
"She's sick," the doctor said
Two full spoons of friendship
And one capsul of "hopes ahead"
My patient comes with many complaints
Emotions pile on me
But it's my job, and I love it well
In response to care for thee
She cries at night, what's the matter
She wants it all to end
But can't you see, it's not too much
She only needs a friend
Love is just a game
But to care is something more
To be there for her every day
Throws love right out the door
"Go to the sink, wash your tears'
Sounds cliche, but I'm right here'
So you know you got nothing to fear"
My child, I don't just love you, I care

Desert Mirage

I've been walking through the desert
For years and years
Walking, walking
Looking for love
That's when I saw a magnificent figure
Glowing in the heat
She was all I wanted
And all I ever needed
She came close and I drew nearer
Brown eyes, dark skin
Love for music
And a good friend of mine
But the desert is a decieving, misleading being
And as I came closer
She vanished into
The heat of the sand
Too good to be true, mirage in the desert
I knew what I had to do
Keep on moving
Don't hesitate
Dehydrated by the scorching sun
I thirst for love
So I will keep moving
Walking through the desert

Mystery Lane (To Read Her Mind)

Mystery Lane
You wonder me
I'm curious
I cannot see
Gated community
Ring me in
But I'm too nervous
To ring myself
Nine o'clock curfew
Doors are shut
But I know otherwise
She stays up
Mystery Lane
Don't know where you are
But when I don't know
She seems so far
To read her mind
Mystery Lane
Comes on HBO
But I can't pay
There is love
On Mystery Lane
I see a dove
Everyday
But the citizens of
Mystery Lane
Will not say
A single thing
Something seems about
Some good news
But all of the commotion
Is quietly mute
Mystery Lane
To read her mind
All of the things
That I may find
An invitation
I may be ignoring
But I want to reside
On Mystery Lane

To read her mind...

Fauget-Abotit!

The best way to forget about something is to make it better than it is.

'Member, to forgive is to forget.

faithful someone, I am grateful

I hope to be grateful
Am I grateful?
I don't know
Should I ask for it?
Hmm, not sure
Is it fate, or is it probability?
It's probability: Should I be grateful?
Shit, it happens, then it happens
Step on gum, the odds are high
Clearance sale
Well, a week later, it's gone
Do I choose?
I choose to bargain
But I could choose to walk away
That sale could not have been there at all
But why was it there in the first place?
There must have been some reason
Some reason that same time
I strolled in
The one time
And I never come in
There it is,
"One time only, CLEARANCE SALE"
But how could I ever
Rely on the probability
Of life?
Who could guess?
You never win
At a slot machine
But would if rather
You and I
Were assigned our own jackpot
In life
We all knew, we all know
That we will win
No, it's fate: Yes, I should be grateful!
There's something ahead for me
It's there, it was there all along
I stepped on gum, well, I need new shoes
And what a coincidence, there's a clearance
What a fateful outcome
. . . I met fate today
Faith, faith is her name
But as fate would have it
I have known her for very long
And I had a feeling
I had a feeling that I knew her
What is that?
Magic?
Super powers?
Stomach gas?
Who knows
Can science proove it?
I don't think so
But all I know
Is that I knew
All along
Fate brought me to her
And fate kept her near
Well, what about this?
How is it that when faith was waiting
I didn't know
And when I knew about fate
Faith was waiting no more
Did fate walk up and leave?
When I found out
Of fate's existence
I could not wait for faith to return
When I met fate again
She went off to hide from me
To hide from the world
But is this our decision
Or fate again
Maybe the whole world
Will come together
And everything will make sense
As always and for now
I must rely on faith
So I will wait
Wait for the win
So should I be grateful?
There is no answer
If I believe in faith
It will all come together
So I believe in faith
I met fate today
But she took off hiding
One thing is for sure
As I wait in the grass
As long as I met my fate
I will wait for her to come again
I am grateful she was there
I am grateful I saw her there
And I am grateful for the faith
Which will never leave me
So here's a note for faith:
Untill next time
Now I know your name
'Till we meet again
I am thinking just the same
So when you, faith, are ready
Just call my name, and fate will appear . . .

I'm listening to musik

Foot tap uncontrollably
Head move rhythmetically
Words process into motivation
Notes translate into imagination
Musik
Beauty, art, cannot describe
We try hard with genres, but still not defined
Knock me hard with heavy metal
Cusion my fall with classical
Musik
Spin a vinal, sounds so pure
The clicks are there, but the song endure
Tape in my pocket, MP3
Gotta have it inside of me
Musik
Like a therapy to my head
Salon treatment, while lying in bed
Gentle massage to my ears
To orgasmic sensation is what I hear
Musik
Musik, musik, musik
What else can I say
For my love, my musik

Not One, But Two

The words don’t come
By myself
I cannot help myself myself
No one alone
No way, not me
Just look and see
This ain’t my best
I need a source, another hand
I need your hand
Reach out your hand
Not one hand, but two together
I need your sight, to look at me
I need your eyes, me looking at you
Let me look
I need to see
I need your voice
Your toungue, your lips
To speak to me
To answer me
To break my silence
Silence, be still
It’s my turn
Since you’re here
I have a turn
Because no one wants
To play alone
I’m glad you came
I’m glad you’re here, too
Because I’m scared of one
I’d rather have two