Home for the Holidays

I hug my father at the airport
Daddy;
so much warmer in person
spent all year searchin'
here, at last, a hug with built in support

couldn't stand the cold outside
but i was never alone
was lost but walking home
learning from the tears i cried

what a relief it is to pee
and just to be!! to be!!!
licked my wounds
wrote new tunes
and lived free!

so many cities
short on pity
but the numbers dont lie
so the devil must have been I

that it hurts to love
or that i love to hurt
could have filled up on hope
but came back for dessert
continued my search
and in that hug i found the truth:

that even when it feels the farthest
home is always where the heart is.





Happy holidays, folks!!!

Questions of motive

no can find me shoes
never followed rules
so how we lose?

nah me humbug deep
who gon' sing me 'sleep?
thot you mine for keep

why you make me fool?
me no learn in school
but never treat cruel

built you home
so where you gone?
me bleedin stone

countin every hour
how de time pass sour
wid' out me only flower

questions of motive
got no one to believe
for dis, can never forgive

To my muse

I'm going to tell you everything
cos if i continue to hold it in
i'll explode!
I'm going to go down this road
then hold my breath
either way i face certain death

I'm going to tell you about your smile
actually, your laughter
this might be a disaster
but it cant wait anymore
i'm going to open this door
and say i cant NOT think of you
i've tried to play it cool
but if i dont break the rules
and take this chance
i might forever kill romance

I'm going to tell you about my heart
how i gave it away and had it ripped apart
and how i reciprocated such pain
if romance dies you share the blame
i'm gonna say... i hope i find the words
just wanna get to know you
understand you and what you go through
and find out how to fix what hurts

I'm gonna do it, i'm gonna call you... no!
i'm gonna find you and tell you so
there's so much built up i just have to let go
it might backfire but i have to try this
i'm going to tell you... once i'm over my laryngitis...

Crave'er

I watched her last night
how the breeze danced with her hair
and i thought: how unfair
the disparity between good and right
that if one chanced upon a lotus bud
imprisoned within the the thickest mud
you'd have to leave it be and risk it moulding
hoping nature sees to its petals unfolding

i craved'er

yearned to engrave'er on my skin
burned to enslave'er from within
as I am enslaved with her

I watched her eyes, her smile, her lips and
craved'er as i never should
she, stuck in the mud, and I, in quicksand
not right, but potentially good

Her eyes, her breasts,
her thighs, the rest...
I craved'er as one might a lotus
her hips, her lips
i tried my best
to crave'er and ignore what i'd noticed

that same disparity which plagued me all night
bearing knowledge that wore down my will
that to do not what's good but what is right
the best move is to hold still.