This is the bed in which I lay
The Egyptian cotton sheets I chose
And the new white duvet.
See here I have more feathered pillows than I have heads.
Oh yeah it’s the fanciest of beds.
The mattress is as luxurious as they come
It bends and folds, it massages and rolls.
The bed I lay on in is everything one could want in a bed
Made of premium fabrics and a well appointed base
It’s comfortable and soft, big enough to move around on.
But premium always comes with a price to pay
And my bed’s downfall is the costs to lay
The expense sometimes outweighs the comfort
And other times afflictions don’t abate
The abundance of relaxation presumed is at times an illusion
And still I wait
For I yearn to sleep
A peaceful rest on a well deserved bed.
swimming in a void
making something new.
elements of our souls
pieces of me and you
a self aware adventure of creation
processes become anew
beings like me and you
together, yet apart
one, yet separate
joined forever by the anther around us
joined forever by the creation that’s me and you.
I can’t disolve
I can’t disavow
The Rita Hayward or Emily Dickenson of it all
My heart is gone like Glen Miller’s band,
And the Moonlight Serenades on the ocean and the sand
Oh Poe will there ever be an end?
Or am I destined to endure this torture to my end?
The cask is full but my bottle empty
It’s the black and white movie of my life
And Marlene Dietrich is the starring actress
While Barbara Stanwyck plays my muse and Billie Holiday sings the blues,
“All of me, why not take all of me?”
Yet the girl in me hides behind the shroud
While the woman stands firm and tall to confront it all.
The ocean itself isn’t big enough. The universe not grand enough.
And the bird goes on singing in its cage.
Tell me a story
A story about you
But don't tell me what I want to hear
Tell me what is true.
Tell me where you've been and where you want to go
Tell me about that one time...
And the other time no one knows.
Tell me something funny
If you know any good jokes
I'm only looking for reasons to not like you
And reasons to not stay.
For it has gotten complicated,
Seeing you every day
You hardly even noticed me
Until that one day.
I thought this would be easier
To pick your brain for information about you
So that I would stop wanting to be close to you
And go on without you.
But talking to you is sometimes like talking to a wall
And words I want to say don't come out at all
And sometimes I can have whole conversations with you
But only in my mind
The reality of things is far different
From what I hide inside
And so I go on trying to not like you
But I can't stop looking your way
You haunt me in my dreams
And also during the day.
So it is true what they say
About love and about other thing
The truth goes unspoken and
The Heart's a lonely hunter.