memories with a rosy glow
Memories from long ago
Acquire a kind of rosy glow
That filters out a bitter taste
(The regret I felt at my own waste)
I want to think of only good
of you and the time we stood
Together, against the odds
That threatened us, and pounded us
And as I dream it happens thus
That beauty yours in frozen time
Diffuses through my memory mind
Things I liked-I want to dream
Memories with a perfect seam
And I won't remember what went bad-
The shouting and the tears and fighting that we had
The lonely ache and what was to be
gone forever ...
Only the high I had with you
huff an aroma rosy hued
Blue sky stars and candle flame
Perfume you wore, and champagne
Lips on lips and hands on skin
In a sun of love and sea of sin
And how I loved! And how I love--
How I love
Memories with a rosy glow
Of you and I , so long ago.

dasher
I found my friends white car today-
It's in the junkyard, being picked away...
I found it as I searched for a part (a driveshaft for the Quantum)
I stopped to look, in the shimmering heat
Close by a battered Fiat, its innards in its seats
The Dasher was pristine--I would say Virginal
A joke, you know, because it was white.
I wasn't really attached to that car
It was just that it had taken me far
During some of the happiest times I remember.
We shared our first kiss and first made love beside it.
Toward the end we made love in the seat
as our sweat pooled together in the June heat
in the dark of the night and the smell of the creek-
And here it is now in the yard.
All things must end, and old cars, they die,
Even though sometimes you never know why
And it just happens, like the end of the Dasher.
One day a piston smashed a valve, and that was that.
One day it ran fine and the next it did not.
(One day you loved me and the next you did not.)
If I was a car would you have me sent here
Where the sun beats down every day of the year
Where scum of the earth would try to steal parts
And destroy what they can't steal?
I wouldn't--that's why I can't stand
To get rid of my Celica, my old brown friend
I think for all the miles that car carried me,
It deserved at least to be parked some place nice,
not to be dragged out here to be taken to bits
To be rained on and pissed on and used for rat shits
and if ever you think maybe you did something wrong
I can come back, but the Dasher is gone.

you are no one i know
I loved you once, another person
you are no one I ever loved
just a girl I know who once loved me
and I no longer know who that girl was
end of time and end of us
in the cold dark room I kissed you one last time
dryly and with little feeling and I took my leave of you
half asleep still wondering what we were to do
and somehow knowing there was nothing else to do
in the silent sleeping world I said goodbye to you
and saw you look out at me as I drove away
the last time I ever saw you
was when I drove away
and I know you watched the scirocco's lights
as I stopped at the end of the road
and passed forever away from you
I loved you more than you ever knew
and I think I would have died for you
a worthless death because you changed
into someone that I never knew
and can't believe I ever loved
and somehow yet I love you
I should run away and run away
and never think of you again
you are no one i ever knew

cum mortuis in lingua mortua
twilight
is not the end
it means a new day comes tomorrow
goodbye
is not goodbye forever
and happiness will quell my sorrow
farewell
isn't right
until next time
is better
and I know
because I know you
that this is not my last letter
the end of the day
I sit and I dream
and this language I speak
isn't dead
you may not feel now
or for a long time
but in the back of your head
someday
you will understand.

sing me to sleep
Give me a drink
and don't let me think
because life seems to stare
and dare me to blink
To lie next to you
and talk of these things
gives me more joy
than promiscuous flings
and leaves me with nothing to fear
When you lend me your ear
I thought I loved you
and now-yes, I'm sure
The feeling is pure
and fills me anew
like rain fills a glass
left out by a chair
Where someone once sat
(It was I--I was there)
And it all starts to feel like a dream
A fugitive gleam--

plato's cave
I saw three men
Chained in a cave
and thus had they been
for all of their lives
Facing the wall
And on the wall
shadows of others
cast from behind
To those three men
Which is more real?
The shadows they see
Or the substance unseen?
Reality is the shadows
for what we don't see
May as well not exist
For all the good it does

love is made of little things
I ran out of toothpaste last night
rather inconvenient
so I went down to the grocery store
just going to get some more
and I saw so many people talking
looking at the shelves and walking
and discussing what they ought to buy--
the cheap kind or the good kind?
and I stood lonely in the aisle
with my toothpaste, for a while
wishing I had someone too--
just to pose a silly question to
or to remind me that I have to pay that bill
and to keep warm so I wont get ill--
because then I'd know that someone cared
that her thoughts and mine were shared,
and that I would awaken nights
to feel her breath upon my shoulder
and go back to sleeping sorrowless.
nothing would satisfy me more
in fact than for her to ask me if I got the mail.....
for love is made of little things
I wish I had someone to love
to talk about the little things
the tiny tyranny of the mundane
sharing errands rattling in your brain
that's what love is made of.
not the larger schemes in life
but the little things that happen every day.

Love is Stronger than Death

--The The

love love love
me and my friend were walking
in the cold light of mourning
tears may blind the eyes but the soul is not deceived
in this world even winter ain't what it seems
here come the blue skies, here comes springtime
when the rivers run high and the tears run dry
when everything that dies
shall rise
love love love is stronger than death
in our lives we hunger for those we cannot touch
all the thoughts unuttered
and all the feelings unexpressed
lay upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath
and, awoken by grief, our spirits speak,
"how could you believe that the life within the seed
that grew arms that reached and a heart that beat
and lips that smiled and eyes that cried
could ever die?"
love love love is stronger than death
love love love is stronger than death
shall rise
shall rise