Why I exercise. due to certain circumstances, I workout to look good naked. The avoidance of physiological pain is a major contributor to this however. (sarcasm implied)
cultural commentary on today’s wandering thoughts.
Reasons Why
how you would hold my hand when we walk
how you’re not afraid to say what you feel when we talk
how you squeeze my hand when I say something you like
how you give it your all, because there is no “try”
it isn’t any single thing you do
the way you look, or or a single thought
it’s a forever thing that can’t be bought
there’s a million reasons why I love you
when my day brightens from your stellar smile
when your “I love you” keeps me inspired
when struggle only strengthens your resolve
when laughter slowly breaks down your walls
it’s the things you refuse to do
not the clothes you wear, or your beautiful prose
it’s how I’d feel with your head on my chest, cuddling close
there’s a million reasons for me to love you
who you are when the world is watching
who you listen to when everyone’s talking
who you see when you’re looking at me
who I am and who you wish me to be
it’s all the things, big and small, you do
it’s how I feel when I think of you
it’s holding on to love that’s true
You are why, the only reason I need, to love you
I Want To
I want to share moments with you
starting over so the old can become new
show me why
pretend I’m blind
I want to help each other up, life inhaled
turbocharged joy, fear of failure, strangled
show me why
seduce my mind
I want to make meals with you, and laugh while we eat it
and hold those memories of laughter when solace is needed
show me why
reply in kind
I want to hold your hand while we walk in the park
and feel the touch of your lips under the stars
show me why
your eyes shine
I want to wake up and feel the caress of your eyes
and take comfort knowing between us there’s no lies
show me why
our souls entwine
I want to break out of this loving daydream
because Lover, ain’t nothin’ like the real thing
show me why
I feel sublime
I want to share a life, help carry you through the trials
and be there to bask in all of your smiles
I’ve told you why
I would call you “mine”
you don’t have to tell the world
but in this oyster, you’re my precious pearl
break the rules, rebel, be more
and tell me why
you would call me “yours”
Beautiful, To Me
when I think of it, it is kind of funny
how you can suck the confidence right out of me
I lose my eloquence, and put things bluntly
in my eyes you shine so brightly
but I can’t tell you all I see, only that you’re
Beautiful, to me
You have beauty but are also different
so much more than just pretty
and more than independent
all the physical doesn’t usually faze me
yet you draw out my compliments
and happily you enthrall me mentally
presence in my mind, your sweet malevolence
I fear you have no thoughts like these
and that you won’t love intelligence
because your heart, soul, and mind are
Beautiful, to me
I know how to love, and I can create
I do not fear action, but I do over-contemplate
is it just me that can see all that we could be?
not exactly alike, our differences educate
Fresh, new and fun, I don’t want a duplicate
I know simple, not easy, and you’re so fancy
But I am constant, a dreamer that’s dedicated
a partner in time, a life, collaborated
an unbelievable dream, yet awake, free, and
Beautiful, to me
so I look, to feel a pinch, see a reflection
I am blinded, but trying to see
imagining this link is a coming attraction
you know choosing me is choosing freely
no others in my heart, an easy eviction
a commitment of choice, a happy indemnity
blurring my focus, a bittersweet distraction
attack my senses, break my solemnity
facing the fears, I give my prediction
if years turn to tears, you will continue to be
Beautiful, to me
with all I have said, what will you do?
One is the loneliest number, but a pair makes two
are these arms you would snuggle into?
not insecurity, I explore for the truth
perhaps what I should be asking is,
Am I Beautiful, to You?
Africa, Poop, Waste, and Common Needs.
there are many small and large scale examples of these ideas working separately already, in developed, and underdeveloped nations.
Unfinished
I have never been looked in the eyes and told
I am beautiful
that’s OK, I am not the only one
I would prefer it be meaningful
sometimes saying something,
is getting something done
I am Unfinished, a work in progress
if you can’t see my beauty
that’s OK, I am not done yet
you aren’t my strength, I am, truly
and my belief in me is all I need,
but not all I want, you can bet
I am Unfinished, the order is not written
the marathon goes on as I get on my feet
everyone makes it to the end
many I will meet, but not all I can keep
it isn’t who won, it’s about how you run
and how well you earn the title “Friend”
I am Unfinished, my luster has tarnished
Years have left me weathered
some care will make me shine
sometimes old leather is better
and a patina’s story of past glory
gives beauty to the battle against time
I am Unfinished, my mold was broken
I am created through me
what I do, and what’s left
maybe not your kind of beauty
to see, isn’t to Be, yet try to perceive
until I take that last breath
Unfinished, I will always be
they call me lazy until they see what I’ve done,
they call me a loser, even if once I won,
they push me down because of what they fear,
yet none have the courage to look me in the face and bet what THEY hold dear,
they tell me I have to do it their way,
I tell them, “who are you to tell me what to do, and what to say…?”
A response to some comments made during the Supreme Court hearings on Prop 8
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