i know you’re shy
you won’t leave the house without a coat
you won’t answer the phone with a hello
but with a what can i do for you
you won’t lean forward without a wire
you’re a smooth criminal
Tag: Honest
fruit lovers
just a small store
nothing flashy
just enough to get by
selling fruit and a song.
wrote it for you
over a pear
mamba out
i remember the first couple games
you were just an ordinary man
ball in the hoop day in night out
than you turned into a legend
eight to twenty four an all star was born
five rings later a legend
four kids later a man
crash later a god.
i can trace my love of sports to you
the evolution of competition
battle through it
come out a little stronger
the mamba mentality
never quit.
RIP,
snakes loose
drawing blood to test
if this dimension
is habitable,
when did this glass
become so
life like.
now it is just right
the walls caved in
glass shot
a tunnel of hiss
flying box
house of balloons
personalized jack o’ lantern
your sweet song
beckons me closer;
listen to me,
don’t waste a hand on that clock
put your hands up
than down like a prayer
and rip the skin off my flesh,
carve me like the thirty first
dress me up as your favorite dream
sing that song that keeps my ears star born,
don’t stop
call my name
lay on your creation
inked archer
do you remember
when the walls went up,
the security, the safety, knowing no one will ever
get in,
until one archer
with a single arrow
sinks the wall like a rowboat
whistle and a walk
1-800-555-2457
the static channel is louder today,
the musty recliner sinks deeper,
a socked foot blocks the left most side of the hushing screen,
the channel changes the static turns to picture
of a woman
selling pans
her golden curled hair flowed as she walked back and forth
just under was the number 18005552457
stainless steel and a non stick surface for a premium cooking experience
for three payments of 19.99 you can have this pan today
but if you act fast you can-
the static channel claimed her back into a loud shh,
the toe dissapears from the screen
a dial tone matches the static.
strange creature/_
between us and
her
just a little space
we can feel it
all
our bodies and yours
we can hear your heart beatin’
through us
nothin’ but star dust
paint on a brush
our universe
make a mold of your hand
on ours
little love can
go real
far.
eri
the worst villian
but always strikes clean,
unforgiving
persistant and held by two arms.
time sweeps through open and closed windows
self imposed –
own will justice
with no checks and balance.
time is god.
patience
ring the bell
dinner is ready-
i missed it;
silent to the bell
house on a hill
chances are
i’ll miss the next one
waiting for the right one
to ring that bell
Saint's Muse 