Love, love, love (introduction to the notion)

Its the feeling you cannot ignore
When the world is so small and limitless
Smile on the face of mankind
The color is in the air, the taste is on your tounge
Its both unspoken and understood
And anticipation is at a peak
Because the end of summer excites its emotions
heightened by the promise of new life
Love
It sweetens the air and ignores hardship
More than worth all the trouble it causes
And im almost there, i can feel it

Brillo Sin Rayas

She told me to get a good nights sleep
"Clear your mind and call me in the morning"
Disagreements and fights led me to this place
So have a ball while you can
cause play time's over
and growing up is near
You can't understand it
and i won't explain my actions here
Why is talking to you like pulling teeth?
like trying to hold your breath til you sink
We've been holding on to something gone
So make escape while you can
I think im making a comeback
don't come with me

Love is Confusion is Love.....

In the habit of old time tradition
I feel I must tell of another condition
which plagued me now since I was quite young
and perhaps only hurts like my arm getting stung
by a spider who spun her web of perdition
trapping a boy in an act of contrition

Love it seems will escape for the moment
but allow me this time for a frustrated slow vent
life would be easier if not for the wanting
to find someone special, a sense of belonging
yet somehow we think that through gifts and warm kisses
our troubles wont matter with the promise of a Mrs.

Like sheep to a slaughter we are drawn to our fate
to depress and confess 'til our love turns to hate
and we think to ourselves, "what has happened to us?"
while we play stupid games and deceive for their trust
dating, I think, is just a series of lies
as we make ourselves out to be more than just guys

So "what is the point?" a smart person would ask
"If we try to find love but must wear a mask?"
"The point" I would say with fervor and conviction
"Is we all strive for happiness though writing a fiction"
But don't let technicalities keep you at bay
Because I wouldn't have it any other way

Plus I'm just venting and not making much sense
like painting a carpet or vacuuming a fence

Pour Your Soul :ode to tierney (counterpart to ode to martinez)

The smoke from our mouths rises to the ceiling
dissipating far before it hits the top
Not unlike the conversation itself
Which hits my ears but dissipates without true meaning
Yet how sweet it is
A cool evening breeze hits my face as we walk outside
Betraying the heat that came before it
Its moments like these that time will forget
but our lives will reflect
Its good friends like these, that may not remain
but will always be there
Pour out your soul, like it means something to you
because in no time at all
our youth will be in dreams
and our friends will be in memories

Love love love (prologue)

(this poem is yet to be posted)

Give me a reason to stay awake

Cool air and clear nights, with my hand out the window
I am driving
The lights and sounds are just a blur and the moon is so bright
Ive got a quarter tank left but i feel im on empty
And running on fumes has gotten me tired
More so than the sleep i miss through restless nights
and lonely thoughts in the twilight of my conscious
To wake every morning with nothing worth staying up for
id fall asleep and waste my life just to avoid being awake and aware
of all i'm missing and missing out on
Rest is all i ask for
In the darkness i am lost, reading a map without any light
the signs in front warn of a dead end
and i dont think i can turn around
Im sure if i stop i will have nothing left to start again

The way nothing feels

Wind swept fields of grass and quiet brooks with soft sands
Smoke rose in the distance and the grass had not a chance
The fire burned with a passion like love
and engulfed the meadow in a relentless inferno from above
Not a seed was left nor a log unburned
Not a tree was left standing or stone overturned
Just the brook in silence and sands underneath
Now threatened by the sun and its relentless heat
that sucked out the life from the clouds in the air
and chased away hope from the ones in its care
and the brook dried up till the only remains
were the soft sands at the bottom and the trail they made
Now the newly formed desert waits for healing over time
With the memory of days made sweeter through rhyme