Twisting
turning
swimming in a void
tunneling
twirling
making something new.
particles
atoms
elements of our souls
units
components
pieces of me and you
combining
becoming
a self aware adventure of creation
organized
collected
processes become anew
actualities
existence
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.
