Time slows;
then stops.
You have an epic smile,
shinging brightly to challenge the sun.
You laugh with your soul,
eyes sparkling in the light.
You have an epic smile,
one I will never forget.
My heart leaps at your voice,
a smile shattering the gloom of life.
You have an epic smile,
brighter than a thousand suns.
I will think of you often,
though truthfully I already do.
You have an epic smile, my muse,
one that will always be with me.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Writing: Moment in Time - Homeward Bound
Her plane landed and the sound of the tires squeeling against the runway wake her up. She looks from the window, watching gate after gate fly by as Dancing Queen blasts through her iPod, bemused at the thought of being back home. Gathering up her purse, mp3 player, and leatherbound copy of Pride and Prejudice, she waits paitently for the tone that gets over one hundred people, riding on a tin can with wings, to their feet at the exact same time. She smiles, mostly because she has no carry on, but mostly because she is in the first row of first class. The things you can get for free with a smile and bat of her eyelashes. The tone sounds, the crowd surges, but quicker than a shooting star, she breaks free from the crowd and is off the plane and into the terminal, only to be greeted by a sea of humanity.
She bobs and weaves, pirouettes and leaps, ducks and dips, dodging screaming children and inattentive parents with the greatest of ease. Her body moves with infinite grace as she hurries through the terminal, passing hucksters desperately trying to get her to buy second language programs or sunglasses, some even trying to get her number or be seen talking to an attractive woman for bragging rights. The baggage claim helps her escape by being ready when she arrives there, her bright colored baggage shining like a beacon as it moves on the slow belt. Moving with the same shooting star speed, she exits the airport in a flash of brilliant sunlight that would blind lesser people.
She flags down her ride, Yellow Taxi #5, and hits the road with her young driver eyeing her provocatively through the rear view mirror. She looks distantly out the window, watching the waves in the bay, glistening like blades of countless swords in the sun, move slowly towards the shore. Her mind is occupied; her emotions are tumbing over and over each other. Will she be welcome again after being gone for so long? Will her friends be the same? Is she the same? The driver talks to her, trying to move a conversation to a point where he can ask her for something besides the fare, but slowly, like grass growing, he realizes his attempts are useless.
The car passes buildings and parks, old haunts that she used to go to frequently with friends and loved ones. Her mind churns, much like the water she passed earlier, a torrent of emotions making her body tense and feel like she just had an all weekend bender. The car pulls down a street that she has been feeling pull at her soul for miles, and approaches the house that calls to every fiber of her being from every corner of the world. Absently, she hands the cabbie the fare and a generous tip, and walks to the place she knows completely. The place she will always call home.
She bobs and weaves, pirouettes and leaps, ducks and dips, dodging screaming children and inattentive parents with the greatest of ease. Her body moves with infinite grace as she hurries through the terminal, passing hucksters desperately trying to get her to buy second language programs or sunglasses, some even trying to get her number or be seen talking to an attractive woman for bragging rights. The baggage claim helps her escape by being ready when she arrives there, her bright colored baggage shining like a beacon as it moves on the slow belt. Moving with the same shooting star speed, she exits the airport in a flash of brilliant sunlight that would blind lesser people.
She flags down her ride, Yellow Taxi #5, and hits the road with her young driver eyeing her provocatively through the rear view mirror. She looks distantly out the window, watching the waves in the bay, glistening like blades of countless swords in the sun, move slowly towards the shore. Her mind is occupied; her emotions are tumbing over and over each other. Will she be welcome again after being gone for so long? Will her friends be the same? Is she the same? The driver talks to her, trying to move a conversation to a point where he can ask her for something besides the fare, but slowly, like grass growing, he realizes his attempts are useless.
The car passes buildings and parks, old haunts that she used to go to frequently with friends and loved ones. Her mind churns, much like the water she passed earlier, a torrent of emotions making her body tense and feel like she just had an all weekend bender. The car pulls down a street that she has been feeling pull at her soul for miles, and approaches the house that calls to every fiber of her being from every corner of the world. Absently, she hands the cabbie the fare and a generous tip, and walks to the place she knows completely. The place she will always call home.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Poetry: Super Killer Gigantic Robot (You're My Only Friend)
I built him in the yard,
constructing him out of steel and love.
Wires connect to circuits and panels run to plugs,
this super killer gigantic robot is my only friend.
When I hit the switch,
he came to life.
His eyes glowed red,
and is weapons took aim.
I wasn't afraid of my only friend,
it was only that he couldn't understand.
He broke through the fence and went on his way,
I always believed he just wanted to play.
Three weeks later the news reported his travels,
he went from New York all the way to Seattle.
My super killer gigantic robot made tons of friends,
unfortunately death is the only gift he sends!
Come home friend and I'll keep you safe,
I can save you from all the worlds scorn and strafe!
I can hop on your shoulder and we can never be found,
we will find a super killer robot cave deep underground!
I look back at the day I made him,
wondering if it was wrong to give him weapons so grim.
Guns for hands and lasers for eyes,
he certainly took this country by surprise!
Super killer gigantic robot,
no one will ever understand you.
I gave you everything and all of my love,
but all you want is to rule with an iron glove.
Two years later he dropped completely out of sight,
until he showed up outside my window on a stormy night.
He had enough of this world and wanted to be stopped,
I sadly turned him off until he dropped.
The next day I dismantled my only friend,
he gave the world all the love he could lend.
It's not his fault you couldn't understand what he did,
he had the body of a super killer gigantic robot but the heart of a kid.
Sadly to say,
my friend is no more.
In my yard stands a new friend,
built so much better than before.
With missles on his shoulders and rockets on his feet,
my new friend will be someone you all will want to meet.
The world has called me crazy for making these things,
but they'll never understand the happiness that each one brings.
constructing him out of steel and love.
Wires connect to circuits and panels run to plugs,
this super killer gigantic robot is my only friend.
When I hit the switch,
he came to life.
His eyes glowed red,
and is weapons took aim.
I wasn't afraid of my only friend,
it was only that he couldn't understand.
He broke through the fence and went on his way,
I always believed he just wanted to play.
Three weeks later the news reported his travels,
he went from New York all the way to Seattle.
My super killer gigantic robot made tons of friends,
unfortunately death is the only gift he sends!
Come home friend and I'll keep you safe,
I can save you from all the worlds scorn and strafe!
I can hop on your shoulder and we can never be found,
we will find a super killer robot cave deep underground!
I look back at the day I made him,
wondering if it was wrong to give him weapons so grim.
Guns for hands and lasers for eyes,
he certainly took this country by surprise!
Super killer gigantic robot,
no one will ever understand you.
I gave you everything and all of my love,
but all you want is to rule with an iron glove.
Two years later he dropped completely out of sight,
until he showed up outside my window on a stormy night.
He had enough of this world and wanted to be stopped,
I sadly turned him off until he dropped.
The next day I dismantled my only friend,
he gave the world all the love he could lend.
It's not his fault you couldn't understand what he did,
he had the body of a super killer gigantic robot but the heart of a kid.
Sadly to say,
my friend is no more.
In my yard stands a new friend,
built so much better than before.
With missles on his shoulders and rockets on his feet,
my new friend will be someone you all will want to meet.
The world has called me crazy for making these things,
but they'll never understand the happiness that each one brings.
Moment in Time - Unsung Hero
No one would notice him, he muttered under his breath. Why would they? Today of all days? Not like he held the medal of honor, given to him by the President himself. Not like he lost three fingers in Germany, yet still fought on. It's not like he didn't give up everything that was important to him to defend this nation that all the people around him are taking for granted. He was bitter, and in his mind, he had every reason to be. While people set off fireworks, had warm family cookouts, saying how much they love this country and are celebrating its birth, he knew that everything they did was shallow and without real remembrance of those that died to give them this day. He may as well have died, he thinks as he scowls at a group of young men toasting drinks under a flag. If he died, he would have been remembered.
His steps are faltering due to years of heavy drinking, and his hair is all but gone, but looking at him today is nothing like looking at him when he landed in England in 1942. He was a young, robust man. He was ready to defend his country after the devastation on Pearl Harbor. Jim Baker, his best friend since grade school and fellow grunt, was with him the day he landed, July 3rd, 1942, 11:49pm. Being so close to the American holiday, they didn't want to disappoint the Old Girl an ocean away by not honoring her birth, they took out a flag and waved it from the back of the jeep as they drove to the barracks. He would always remember Jim smiling as he waved that flag like a maniac. Remembering Jimmy was one of the few things he smiled about these days. A German air raid struck at 12:01am, July 4th, 1942, striking just behind the jeep and throwing it forward. Jimmy was killed instantly from shrapnel, though he made it out with only a few contusions and a broken finger. He silently had to admit to himself, all these years later, that event may have soured him on the way people celebrate Independence Day. They should be celebrating Jimmy and the life he gave to defend them on that day.
He sits on a bench, his old bones creaking and shaking, as he lowers himself down. How did I get so old, he chuckles, looking to his right to ask his lovely wife. Silent as death, he looks sadly at the empty space next to him. She died a few years back, he reminds himself. They lived a long time together, had so many good times that it is impossible to count, but the cancer finally stole her from him. . . July 4th, 2007, 1:30am. His mind flashes to the day he met her, much like a good number of other soldiers, they met at an Army hospital where he was taken after a German soldier took three of his fingers in a knife fight after they both sheepishly ran out of ammo. She was gorgeous, he reminisces. Long brown hair, a smile that could steal your breath, and eyes that conveyed a world of meaning in a single glance. It was love at first sight, he was smitten. They began seeing each other through letters after he was sent back to Germany, and were married two days after he returned to the States, July 4th, 1944, 4:06pm. They lived modestly, he worked in a auto plant and she cared for their two sons. Unfortunately, they lost both of their sons in the Vietnam War, July 4th, 1969, 8:30pm, to a landmine.
She never recovered from their loss and they never had any more children. Tears filled his eyes, though he never let others see weaknesses in him. He couldn't stop and wept on that bench, surrounded by people annoyed that some old man in a faded army uniform was ruining the fun for them. A young man, dressed in his formal Navy whites approached him and stood silently looking down at him. He looked up and the young man saluted smartly. Astonished and caught unprepared for this to happen, he slowly raised to his feet, the young man never moving to help him, which made him happy; this young man respected him. A sharp salute back and the young soldier shook the wrinkled hand of the older soldier, simply telling him thank you. The tears returned to his eyes as he asked, in a voice thick with emotion, why are you thanking me.
"For everything you gave to this country, sir. My grandmother never let me forget what you gave this country or my family. I'm sorry, sir, I should have introduced myself. My name is James Baker, III, and it is an honor to finally meet you and thank you in person."
He fell backwards into the bench, the young man springing forward with a concerned look on his face. James Baker? Jimmy? His young wife was pregnant before he left for England? With meeting this young man, his life came full circle. He stood up, a smile lighting his face, and asked the young man if he would like to know about his grandfather. Walking close together, the unsung hero walked shoulder to shoulder with a young solider, both remembering what this day means to them, and realizing that this day means so much to so many other people.
His steps are faltering due to years of heavy drinking, and his hair is all but gone, but looking at him today is nothing like looking at him when he landed in England in 1942. He was a young, robust man. He was ready to defend his country after the devastation on Pearl Harbor. Jim Baker, his best friend since grade school and fellow grunt, was with him the day he landed, July 3rd, 1942, 11:49pm. Being so close to the American holiday, they didn't want to disappoint the Old Girl an ocean away by not honoring her birth, they took out a flag and waved it from the back of the jeep as they drove to the barracks. He would always remember Jim smiling as he waved that flag like a maniac. Remembering Jimmy was one of the few things he smiled about these days. A German air raid struck at 12:01am, July 4th, 1942, striking just behind the jeep and throwing it forward. Jimmy was killed instantly from shrapnel, though he made it out with only a few contusions and a broken finger. He silently had to admit to himself, all these years later, that event may have soured him on the way people celebrate Independence Day. They should be celebrating Jimmy and the life he gave to defend them on that day.
He sits on a bench, his old bones creaking and shaking, as he lowers himself down. How did I get so old, he chuckles, looking to his right to ask his lovely wife. Silent as death, he looks sadly at the empty space next to him. She died a few years back, he reminds himself. They lived a long time together, had so many good times that it is impossible to count, but the cancer finally stole her from him. . . July 4th, 2007, 1:30am. His mind flashes to the day he met her, much like a good number of other soldiers, they met at an Army hospital where he was taken after a German soldier took three of his fingers in a knife fight after they both sheepishly ran out of ammo. She was gorgeous, he reminisces. Long brown hair, a smile that could steal your breath, and eyes that conveyed a world of meaning in a single glance. It was love at first sight, he was smitten. They began seeing each other through letters after he was sent back to Germany, and were married two days after he returned to the States, July 4th, 1944, 4:06pm. They lived modestly, he worked in a auto plant and she cared for their two sons. Unfortunately, they lost both of their sons in the Vietnam War, July 4th, 1969, 8:30pm, to a landmine.
She never recovered from their loss and they never had any more children. Tears filled his eyes, though he never let others see weaknesses in him. He couldn't stop and wept on that bench, surrounded by people annoyed that some old man in a faded army uniform was ruining the fun for them. A young man, dressed in his formal Navy whites approached him and stood silently looking down at him. He looked up and the young man saluted smartly. Astonished and caught unprepared for this to happen, he slowly raised to his feet, the young man never moving to help him, which made him happy; this young man respected him. A sharp salute back and the young soldier shook the wrinkled hand of the older soldier, simply telling him thank you. The tears returned to his eyes as he asked, in a voice thick with emotion, why are you thanking me.
"For everything you gave to this country, sir. My grandmother never let me forget what you gave this country or my family. I'm sorry, sir, I should have introduced myself. My name is James Baker, III, and it is an honor to finally meet you and thank you in person."
He fell backwards into the bench, the young man springing forward with a concerned look on his face. James Baker? Jimmy? His young wife was pregnant before he left for England? With meeting this young man, his life came full circle. He stood up, a smile lighting his face, and asked the young man if he would like to know about his grandfather. Walking close together, the unsung hero walked shoulder to shoulder with a young solider, both remembering what this day means to them, and realizing that this day means so much to so many other people.
Poetry: Through Space and Time
You once said we would be forever,
our love spanning space and time.
The day you said he didn't love me,
my journey finally began.
Her eyes look at me in a way yours never did,
drowning me in pools of liquid sapphire.
Her laugh cascades like a waterfall,
free-flowing and natural.
Everything with you was forced,
laughs between brittle smiles and rolling eyes.
If our love spanned space and time,
her love for me defies eternity.
Who were we when time began,
maybe nothing more than two nebulous bodies near each other.
Turning and spinning in the velvet darkness,
combining suddenly to create life where none existed.
Perhaps as time moved on we met again and again,
fate throwing her and I together.
Fate is a cruel bitch though,
her and I could never be because of you and I.
Now we finally have our chance,
and I'm not going to let it pass.
You can find me some place in the future,
but I will only smile and wrap my arms around her.
You gave up on something you will someday regret,
something I hope you find again.
I lost something I never thought I would replace,
something that I found in her beautiful eyes.
I wish you the best as you move through space and time,
finding the man who can give you what you need.
I would like to say you wish me the same,
but I know you better than that and those words will never pass your lips.
our love spanning space and time.
The day you said he didn't love me,
my journey finally began.
Her eyes look at me in a way yours never did,
drowning me in pools of liquid sapphire.
Her laugh cascades like a waterfall,
free-flowing and natural.
Everything with you was forced,
laughs between brittle smiles and rolling eyes.
If our love spanned space and time,
her love for me defies eternity.
Who were we when time began,
maybe nothing more than two nebulous bodies near each other.
Turning and spinning in the velvet darkness,
combining suddenly to create life where none existed.
Perhaps as time moved on we met again and again,
fate throwing her and I together.
Fate is a cruel bitch though,
her and I could never be because of you and I.
Now we finally have our chance,
and I'm not going to let it pass.
You can find me some place in the future,
but I will only smile and wrap my arms around her.
You gave up on something you will someday regret,
something I hope you find again.
I lost something I never thought I would replace,
something that I found in her beautiful eyes.
I wish you the best as you move through space and time,
finding the man who can give you what you need.
I would like to say you wish me the same,
but I know you better than that and those words will never pass your lips.
Moment in Time - The Signs Point the Way Home
The sight of the city lights his face as he pulls the car over to the shoulder of the dark road near a sign that says "Welcome to..". He turns the key and the engines rumble ceases and the sounds of the night engulf him. The darkness runs away for a moment as the flame of his lighter licks the tip of his cigarette and reflects off his eyes as he watches the lights flicker off the water in the harbor. He has been gone a long time, too many things have changed in the world that he needed to see. Finally, ten years later, he decided he had seen what the world wanted to show him, now it was the time to return. He takes a deep breath, velvet smoke, tinged with mint and menthol, slides out from between his lips as he drinks in the night.
He turns the ignition, the car roaring as the fuel charges through the engine. Pulling back on the road, he takes the first exit, "Home St.", and laughs to himself. The sounds of the city get louder as his car soars over the dark pavement, the yellow lines shooting by him like lasers. Suddenly, he is surrounded by brick and mortar, buildings rising up around him like zombies breaking free from the grave. The dead returning to warn the future to be wary of the past. He flies through empty streets, empty save the homeless, the drunk, or the homeless drunks. Flashing yellow, the lights above him shine down a welcome home in morse code, but that could just be his imagination.
He turns down a residential side street, trees darkening even darker houses. He slows the car until it is nothing more than a crawl. He stops and flicks the butt of his cigarette out the window and turns the radio down, the voice of a radio dj he listened to a decade ago as his tail lights lit the back of the "Now Leaving.." sign. He stares at the house a little bit down the road, remembering the last time he was there, the day he left the note on the kitchen table, between a half-eaten sandwich and an ashtray with a still burning cigarette. The sign on the front lawn tonight confirms what he expected, but what he feared the most. Pulling a three-point turn, he heads back towards the city, wishing he could erase some of the choices he made when he was younger. Unfortunately, two words abolished that chance forever... "For Sale".
He turns the ignition, the car roaring as the fuel charges through the engine. Pulling back on the road, he takes the first exit, "Home St.", and laughs to himself. The sounds of the city get louder as his car soars over the dark pavement, the yellow lines shooting by him like lasers. Suddenly, he is surrounded by brick and mortar, buildings rising up around him like zombies breaking free from the grave. The dead returning to warn the future to be wary of the past. He flies through empty streets, empty save the homeless, the drunk, or the homeless drunks. Flashing yellow, the lights above him shine down a welcome home in morse code, but that could just be his imagination.
He turns down a residential side street, trees darkening even darker houses. He slows the car until it is nothing more than a crawl. He stops and flicks the butt of his cigarette out the window and turns the radio down, the voice of a radio dj he listened to a decade ago as his tail lights lit the back of the "Now Leaving.." sign. He stares at the house a little bit down the road, remembering the last time he was there, the day he left the note on the kitchen table, between a half-eaten sandwich and an ashtray with a still burning cigarette. The sign on the front lawn tonight confirms what he expected, but what he feared the most. Pulling a three-point turn, he heads back towards the city, wishing he could erase some of the choices he made when he was younger. Unfortunately, two words abolished that chance forever... "For Sale".
Poetry: Neon Glow
Watch yourself move,
highlighted in a neon glow.
Music rules the night,
rushing through your veins.
Your body moves with liquid fusion,
the neon glow glistening off your sweat.
The movement comes unbidden,
like a sezuire of pure pleasure.
You look radioactive,
bathed in a neon glow.
Geeks and Freaks liken you to a superheroine;
Punks and Thugs liken you to a challenge.
You are something that needs to be conquered,
a neon glowing prize to be won.
They all lay lines and try to show they have game,
but you keep dancing to the music in your blood.
You laugh at thier attempts to take you home,
refusing to leave the nights neaon glow.
You steal a kiss outside from random boys and girls,
but you never leave the music that is consuming.
Daylight starts to stain the night sky,
and the neon glow begins to dim.
The music begins to fade,
but you never stop dancing.
You ride home with random bodyskin,
giving a kiss and a promise for more.
A morning he will never forget,
making love to you under a neon glow.
highlighted in a neon glow.
Music rules the night,
rushing through your veins.
Your body moves with liquid fusion,
the neon glow glistening off your sweat.
The movement comes unbidden,
like a sezuire of pure pleasure.
You look radioactive,
bathed in a neon glow.
Geeks and Freaks liken you to a superheroine;
Punks and Thugs liken you to a challenge.
You are something that needs to be conquered,
a neon glowing prize to be won.
They all lay lines and try to show they have game,
but you keep dancing to the music in your blood.
You laugh at thier attempts to take you home,
refusing to leave the nights neaon glow.
You steal a kiss outside from random boys and girls,
but you never leave the music that is consuming.
Daylight starts to stain the night sky,
and the neon glow begins to dim.
The music begins to fade,
but you never stop dancing.
You ride home with random bodyskin,
giving a kiss and a promise for more.
A morning he will never forget,
making love to you under a neon glow.
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