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?
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
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, to discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and to be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.
Walden or Life in the Woods
Henry David Thoreau (1817 – 1862)
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…?”
The Last Dance
I worked and I practiced to lose my two left feet
clumsy as a newborn I wobble and sway
an unnatural romance, moving to the beat
not easy for me, I was born and made this way
but I thought we might dance, the first time we meet
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the floor isn’t empty, and I have fallen from grace
an elegant and classic beauty, you sweat charm
in silence, your movement makes music, and hearts race
A shudder escapes, as you wrap yourself in another’s arms
free to choose, not mine to lose, when that smile cracked your face
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I didn’t listen to love songs before, they made no sense
Nothing to compare, now painfully aware, life on repeat
falling tears a bravo to your bittersweet reference
so I dance alone, myself, and my two left feet
an invisible partner, no one watching, no pretense
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around I go, floating on air like Fred Astaire
without you, to make fun of me
I’m a dancing star, and nobody’s there
not even you, to make fun of me
so I dance alone, and tell myself I don’t care
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to see you in another’s arms dancing, means you’re free
I said I wanted just one dance, and that is partly true
life, like the beat, still goes on unto infinity
just a chance, selflessness can feel so cruel
I just wanted your last dance to be for me
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always another song, to dance on, with my arms empty
while you’re gone, I’ll dance on, and practice my steps
I will trust in music, what I hear and see, implicitly
and he holds you tight tonite, but there’s a song left
if he’s gone, and you dance on, there’s another dance for me
Your Smile
It breeds one of my own when I see yours
Not one of false happiness, or joy
A lack of it both Nature, and me, abhor
I try to forget, to get by without
Futility defined, missing what I adore
What can I do? What talents to employ?
My psyche’s addiction, I crave more
An automatic weapon, it carries clout
To any benevolent Deity I will implore
Please, to me, bestow one glimpse to my vision
The sunshine I need, but lost for awhile
Seeing the little things that tell when it’s real
The shine in your eyes, the natural style
Sacrifice myself, your happiness my intention
It is the reason, I abandon all denial
All mushy inside, I can’t pretend not to feel
I live for me, but I yearn to be, why you
Smile
When I was young, I would cry when faced with my fears
it was the only way I knew to express the pain
sad, hurt, or frightened, it all felt the same
to deal with it, to show my hurt, my eyes would bleed tears
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then I was teen aged, and very few things in life were clear
don’t show your feelings, you’ll get beat, it means you’re weak
you’ll get taken advantage of, with your penis you must speak
Then I learned how to keep bruises from making me bleed tears
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I grew up a bit, and thought courage meant Fighting my fears
I learned to be afraid, not of pain, but of the love inside I felt
unsure, uncertain, loving someone I didn’t know, it was hell
every night I knew, it was my heart, not my eyes, that bled tears
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Betrayal was next, all that claims to be good, and true, is not what it appears
false friends, fake tests, their fears, “do something young man!”
truth withheld, divided I fell, on claims of honor they tried to stand
despite the flaws, and the cause, duty upheld, now my eyes bleed dry tears
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I lost myself, for someone else, now a worldly mind, and passage of years
Corruption, suffering, and inequality punctuate the societies of our life
emotions are strength, a blessing, and what gets us through all the strife
I can feel so I live, my crooked smile I give, while my heart bleeds its tears
Make no mistake, I am nice, but not your friend
No animosity, but that’s where I end
with an artist, not breaking, just bent
in spanglish, with artist, time spent
I can hear, see, and feel you, and all the content
I am sorry, the misunderstanding, but honest I am
Betrayal is funny, and yes, yes you CAN
I am a grown up child, in the fields of the Lord I play
my ideas are for everyone, but money gets my formulae
shared ideas in a manner most brief
only the beginning, yet everyday I speak
an embrace from a mind that encompasses the world
yet so human I pine for that one girl
but honor, it binds me, I will not lie
words got me tangled, but in truth I reside
with all that goes on, I deserve the front page
set boundaries on games, this life is the stage
Love is a weapon, and Love is a friend
and thanks my Love, but now the words end…
When borrowing, be careful what you do
With that lent by the man who’s blue
the gift of rhyme
you know is mine
given, to share time
You would dare to stand above
whilst I am held back by Love
Do your job, keep your eyes peeled
Life’s cherry, without the pit, for ne’er steeled
keep Love protected, when out in the field
when you reached out to touch me
you left no quarter in which to flee
My love is encompassing, don’t be mistaken
This is a warning, real, and blatant
Nothing to hide, a face most graven
set in motion, my insurance is churning
no place to hide, with the whole world burning
Do your duty, to self, to God and to country
on the same side, if hurt, on your Honor, we’re hunting
The world needs help, I have things to do
if I must do them alone, keep Love with you
these cracks in my heart will let light through
do all you must, and keep Love from harm
whilst I go around, and grant my charm
and though my actions may seem drastic
I got the attention of the Power on the Atlantic
hope and pray they listen to Mr. Fantastic
those that know find it hard to believe
those that don’t, wonder what’s up my sleeve
The sunny disposition I had to eschew
to get them to listen to the man who is Blue
The Hammer is a shield, and you know what to do
Do not waste the time that is reluctantly given
or doubt the motives of a man who is driven
here to proclaim, this is Not, the only life
fishers of men, you got, and took a bite
Elegant and brief, this Time I got right
for all to see, open and free, I’ve given the sign
and maybe, just maybe, forsaken the Love that was mine
if this is my fate, the destiny for which I am chosen
in the vastness of space, time and hearts can get frozen
remember the hidden heart and soul, the Cosmic Watchman
and the dusty rose for your hair
because stars are born there
Why go silent, when you have so much to say
I am Okay participating in all sorts of play
when escalated, it will happen My Way
not just for me, the future and choice I concede
but I will be damned if, for me, that choice isn’t to be free
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