I'd Make Sinatra Sing This

If only I could play jazz/swing music, I would make this my crooner song. The situational is fictional. . . but I wish it wasn't.

Convince Me

I thought it’d take a while

‘fore I dared to love again

I would’ve said

I wasn’t ready, but Lady

your kiss is so convincing

The calendar claims

my day has not yet come

Aphrodite forgot

to schedule me in, but Lady

your kiss is so convincing

I would have sung out

I won’t dance, don’t ask me

the minute hand’s sayin’

it’s not time for song, but Lady

your kiss is so convincing

Orsino said, music is

the food of love, play on

I wanted to tell him

hey, I’m not hungry, but Lady

your kiss is so convincing

Hey Lady, I wasn’t ready

but your kiss is so convincing

Hey Lady, today wasn’t my day

but your kiss is so convincing

Hey Lady, I wasn’t going to serenade

but your kiss is so convincing

Hey Lady, I didn’t want Hershey’s

but your kiss is so convincing

Ok, Lady, you got me

I’m convinced

your kiss is so convincing

Hey Lady, I won’t mind

if you want to convince me one more time

Missed Connections

 Poem: 10 minutes. Setting it to music: 20 minutes. Awesome.

Missed Connections


The second hand slips by
so quickly
measuring out moments

clips them off like Fate

trimming the strings of destiny

I saw you, I caught you

falling for me in between

tick and tock

You saw me, you caught me

staring at you

It happened in the grocery line

in the parking lot

at the Dollar store

I'd give a hundred more 

to catch a glimpse of you again

All I have of you is a fading

memory of that smile

though all the might-have-been

last me all day

the second hand it stole

our possibilities away

There was that one last

chance we didn't seize

I should have said hello

you should have said, don't go

Roots

I've been forgetting to post lyrics and poems as I write them recently. My apologies.


Roots

I’m tired of playing

at being a tumbleweed

I want to put down roots

and grow into a tree

Reach into the sky

til my leaves turn blue

and I will only fall, my love

when I fall for you

When the sun is hot

I will be your shade

When the wind blows strong, my love

I will be your break

When the sky falls down

I will guard you from the rain

I’m softer than an oak

harder than a pine

ever young and ever green

somewhere in between

Come and play beside me

entwine your roots with mine

when you’re tired lean against me

and I’ll sing you a lullaby

When the sun is hot

I will be your shade

When the wind blows strong, my love

I will be your break

When the sky falls down

I will guard you from the rain

We’ll be a pair of apple trees

let our flowers bloom

when our fruit is ripe and sweet

send them out into the world

they'll down their own roots

how they'll them sew their own seeds

and when its time to move on, my love

we will go in peace 

I’m tired of playing

at being a tumbleweed

I want to put down roots

and grow into a tree

Reach into the sky

til my leaves turn blue

and I’ll only fall

when I fall for you

When the sun is hot

I will be your shade

When the wind blows strong, my love

I will be your break

When the sky falls down

I will guard you from the rain

Stay (Alice)

This song comes from the lines at the beginning of the post "Love Dreamt, Love Lost".

Stay (Alice)

I fall, I fall

I fall for her

wandering in Wonderland

maybe this time

the rabbit hole

will feel more like home;

Alice never stays.

I see her through the looking glass

a window pane away

a figment of her imagining

a dream from which she'll wake

Alice she never stays

I fall, I fall

I fall for her

wandering in Wonderland

maybe this time

the rabbit hole

will feel more like home;

Alice never stays. 

I'm always right here waiting

Tum tum tree and tulgey wood

Watching the toves gimble

and gyre in the wabe

for Alice to come and stay.

I fall, I fall

I fall for her

wandering in Wonderland

maybe this time

the rabbit hole

will feel more like home;

Alice never stays.

I fall, I fall

I fall for her

wandering in Wonderland

maybe this time

the rabbit hole

will feel more like home;

Alice never stays.

Alice won't you stay

Alice say you'll stay

I fall

I fall

I fall for her

Alice never stays

Encouragement

For your desperate cries

for the lonely ache that threatens

to eat you from the inside out

For the fear you’ll never be

more than a face in love’s crowd

there is always Pandora’s story

How many times have you (and I!)

unable to resist, opened

that heart-shaped box

released your self into the world

of broken promises and eyes

too blind to see the you of you?

Remember always, always, always

there is one last sotto voce cry

barely audible over the drum beat

that flushes cheeks when it all goes wrong

Remember always, always, always

there’s a tiny voice to soothe us

and make all the tears worth while

Love Dreamt, Love Lost

I fall, I fall

I fall for her

wandering in Wonderland

maybe this time

the rabbit hole

will feel more like home;

Alice never stays.

My subconscious decided to dwell on my frustration with lost love last night. I had another sci-fi/fantasy dream, which makes four story driven dreams in the last five nights. It’s the end of this one that stuck with me.

In my dream, I met a woman who loved me as much as I loved her. I knew she was the one. I don’t think we as much as touched or kissed, we were in the middle of that playful banter stage. Much like Petruchio and Katherine but with less vehemence. A faceless man came, I think to kill my character in the dream. He pulled out a gun and “Kate” tried to get me out of the way. Something like this:

The newcomer pulled his hand from his coat. I barely noticed the glint of metal in his hand, but Kate did.

“Petruchio, gun!” she shouted and pushed me. I grabbed her wrist and started running, but it was too late. The gun leveled with ceiling and the man fired. One shot. Another. A third. A fourth. Another. A final shot. Each bullet found its home in my Kate. Ripped holes in her body, in my heart.

I caught her as she started to fall and lowered her gently to the floor. My mind was reeling.

As she lay there she said to me, her voice weak, “I would have loved you forever.”

“I will,” I said.

Sigh. There was more, but I don’t feel like wasting today on the details. As far as an interesting story, it was a pretty good dream. But that scene was certainly a metaphor for the way my love life has been going. The only difference here was that in this dream, she was taken from me instead of leaving for whatever life she imagines is better out there. Which, in spite of the tragedy of it is better in a way than abandonment.

Don’t think this dream has me down or is weighing on me. It was just a dream. And the scene a reflection of not only something that’s been eating at me, but a symbol as well of the hope that still resides in me. She’s out there and someday we’ll find each other, which is far more important than the possibility of losing her. In the meantime, I think it was also a message that it’s time and I’m ready to put the last love I found to rest.

I’ll leave you with a few lines that came to me as I wrote:

I’m done jumping fences

mowing other’s lawns

It’s time to grow a garden

among the green enough

grasses of my soul.