andrewsaysblog

When I think of you, you somehow come alive
Mistress of my dreams, the apparition for which I strive
I even talk with you, a conversation in my mind
your ghost in my machine, beauty to eyes that are blind
When I think of you, I struggle to believe
that with all the world to choose from, you would still pick me
but when I look the other way
“I choose you” would be easy to say
’cause when I think of you, I think of what I see
the image in my mind’s eye of the spirit you wish to be
wondering if it’s the same, if for you, that ghost is me
as if we are trapped in bodies, but dreams set our souls free
When I think of you, my wounds all seem mended
that soothing voice that speaks and all the pain is ended
and when I am there for you I feel so dark, yet so strong
perhaps that is just what you need, and my concern is all wrong
Sometimes I think of you and believe you think of me
never had dreams before and now they’re dreams of we
this can’t be all made up, I know someday we’ll meet
until then, Dream Lover, I hope you and I both, sleep sweet

to the Trolls, large and wee
and the friends I can also see
I continue to post so that I feel free
this venue works for the time being
better in person, my voice helps make me
I am only askin’, a humble inquiry
I can do more, help in so many ways
I don’t ask for me, I must, this is the phase
I am lacking a language, comes out wrong it seems
I wasn’t joking when I said my eyes see my dreams
I like research but there’s something missing
I don’t need to run, just ready after the pissing
I’ve seen some of those who are there with some lessons
we can do it, for all them, to me, that’s what a friend is
it’s not just expediency, I get why there’s shade
whatever comes out, it wont just be Man-made
this is just a plea, not just for me, I got, and found it
in the end, freedom really means unbounded…

Worth a thousand words they say
I can’t speak one when you look my way
There goes that white dove, flapping its wings
overflowing with your beautiful ramblings
The come-hither eyes that pin my tongue
the knowing smile that steals breath from my lungs
a thousand words and I can’t speak one
the little look that crept in and nested
luscious adventure while I’m rested
if I had words I’d call you an Angel-thing
my love is a stage and you stole the scene
a thousand words, and none, I mean
does a word describe a feeling?
flow from the heart like a stream?
I don’t know how many it takes
or what it is these words make
a thousand words or only two
how ever many, they’re all for you
this one’s easy, and also true
all I can say is I _____ _____…

There once were two brothers named Cal
while at the zoo, they watched me climb a tree
then their mom got in a tiff with me
I walked away, with nothing to say
no anger or hate, she was a really good gal
I do wonder often where those boys are and who they may be
last I knew we wrestled and played, they were so happy to see me
and forever to them, for me, I am the And-he-monkey
I would let them know all the good things I feel
whatever the story, this stuff in my heart is Real
all the obstacles life puts in the way
I will wait, and maybe shake their hand another day

This isn’t a game I play
a connection to you brings it out this way
it’s sorta like your identity
or whatever brings it out in me
and though I may indulge myself
I’d like to indulge someone else
I haven’t always been so free
if my indulgence affronts, then
please, pardon me
but if you see, that these words make
something like birthday cake
I’m not hiding behind a disguise
and these are puppy-dog eyes
for whatever offense I truly am sorry
I keep getting asked if we are talking, are we?

as I fall and ponder the extent of my Leap
My mind thinks back to the promise you’d keep
and if I’m Prince Charming in your eyes
or I am just like the other guys
despite our uncommon link
or what anyone else might think
would your answer be the same
even if “my Love” came after your name?
not just a lovesick boy
Women get bored with toys
it would truly honor me
to be a part of your family
and if you worry about the mess
Natural beauty is always best
it’s about time, I’ve fell all this way
So my, uhh, Love, what do ya say?

To the Miss Sister who was nice:
It doesn’t matter what you do
It is about what makes you, you
So work it girl, sell that jewelry
Lighten up to tomfoolery
You seem really nice
Sugar, not spice
I am happy you remember me
Not as someone who likes you, “sisterly”
I laugh with you, not at you
Its funny how jokes get us through
And in case you wonder about me
No, not really three times daily
Maybe all these poems seem a little lame
It’s a family thing, a little love game

even the best of us forget some things,
though words are just air pushed over the tongue and through the lips,
and making love is more than just rubbing hips,
action is only the extent of our want,
usually backed by a need,
fortune is luck that we flaunt,
and work is fortune in deed
If error a fallen angel makes,
then fallen I have, for the best of mistakes,
but if that shine is still in your eyes,
then from the depths, in brilliance,
I’ll rise