Someone save her?
what is she looking for, deep within?
is it Divine wisdom, knowledge a
pure strong heart, warming- electrifying
everlasting love ? an
extreme, exhilarating, amazing
breath taking adventure ?
afraid of life no,
but of the un lived life ?
it's up to her to do what she
wants with it ?
with all those million, trillion, billion
day's? that wont last forever, while time ticks?
pitchers of her and him
come alive like magic
sparkling one more time
how they use to radiate ?
what they use to do ?
what they use to be ?
bring golden tears to her ?
brown eyes ......
trying to catch life
by the hand .....
along with the time, sec, minutes, days , months ,
years....that fly by to the ends of the earth?
wishing he was hers
day or night
when the seasons change
summer, winter, rain or shine ....
Thursday through Friday ....
The visionary, revolutionary,
road of life that comes and goes as it pleases ?
becoming someone else
Seeing all that she needs to see?
Doing all that she needs to do ?
Being all that she needs to be
on this earth ?
The red candy apple
naked TREE
the shadow.....
telling her life's
story, wisdom
the wonder years
are gone moving along ....
the sound of silence
blowing the faith
that comes from the soul
blowing it away into the magical sky?
blowing the time and years
into the northern lights
in the sky?
into candy gum stars
flouting into the night
where midnight music lies ?
Monday, August 24, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
College Chica ...
Dear journal- books to the sky, numbers, knowledge flouting?
A daydreamer of time, in the now of time?
A red bug, car called little poet.....
climbing her way to the top
with a dream to chase? a life to Chase ?
The days of her life ...are? will be, never will be?
With her broken heart and almost a lost soul ....
in this road called life?
The River Of Dreams
The Tree Of Wisdom, Knowledge
The Road Of Life .....
comprehending slowly what it means ....
growing old, growing up ....
east, west, north, south
her destination is nowhere, while the world is spinning?
Her ripped jeans
a lucky golden ring, penny
her red converse
a dollar in her back pocket
her hair loose, free, wild
a smoke for the road, a wink four him
the cute guy at the bar? coffee shop
an invitation to cross the line
come over?
On the run from life, wishing she can have, whatever she likes?
but never empty handed?
nowhere to hide, run a dead end ?
from the past, future, present, and time its self ....
the good times you see in a photo album
and the bad once you don't see
up at 3 am with a list of a
zillion things to do before she dies ...
a nightmare of being nothing, no one
with everything slipping away?
that wont let her sleep the nights away?
But love isn't free, knowledge too only wisdom?
they say it's an infatuation she's feeling
when she crawls into his brown eyes
and gets excited.
when she tastes his sweet, sugary lips on hers?
his soft, warm, wet kisses;
under the moon, that melt her heart away.
and when she falls she falls?
but it hurts like getting hit with a rock .....
but she's still addicted to the love
and all the little games she has to play?
Just her pin and paper, the love of her life?
bending backwards....
to see it all come together, fall apart
life
Losing sleep
Gaining weight
Reality hitting her ..
Getting old, Growing up
The clock ticking away .....
words lost and found ?
the silence becomes the noise
love's the root to all good? money is the root to all evil?
on the edge, a rush and thrill?
the stars tell her
who she is, what life is about ?
when her dreams come true,
and streetlights come on ....
does she know who she is ?
when she flouts on
to the other side of the moon .....
where pop rock kisses are sweet
and the nights are smooth
the days are blue ........
the years are magical
full of wonder, and lot's of things?
A daydreamer of time, in the now of time?
A red bug, car called little poet.....
climbing her way to the top
with a dream to chase? a life to Chase ?
The days of her life ...are? will be, never will be?
With her broken heart and almost a lost soul ....
in this road called life?
The River Of Dreams
The Tree Of Wisdom, Knowledge
The Road Of Life .....
comprehending slowly what it means ....
growing old, growing up ....
east, west, north, south
her destination is nowhere, while the world is spinning?
Her ripped jeans
a lucky golden ring, penny
her red converse
a dollar in her back pocket
her hair loose, free, wild
a smoke for the road, a wink four him
the cute guy at the bar? coffee shop
an invitation to cross the line
come over?
On the run from life, wishing she can have, whatever she likes?
but never empty handed?
nowhere to hide, run a dead end ?
from the past, future, present, and time its self ....
the good times you see in a photo album
and the bad once you don't see
up at 3 am with a list of a
zillion things to do before she dies ...
a nightmare of being nothing, no one
with everything slipping away?
that wont let her sleep the nights away?
But love isn't free, knowledge too only wisdom?
they say it's an infatuation she's feeling
when she crawls into his brown eyes
and gets excited.
when she tastes his sweet, sugary lips on hers?
his soft, warm, wet kisses;
under the moon, that melt her heart away.
and when she falls she falls?
but it hurts like getting hit with a rock .....
but she's still addicted to the love
and all the little games she has to play?
Just her pin and paper, the love of her life?
bending backwards....
to see it all come together, fall apart
life
Losing sleep
Gaining weight
Reality hitting her ..
Getting old, Growing up
The clock ticking away .....
words lost and found ?
the silence becomes the noise
love's the root to all good? money is the root to all evil?
on the edge, a rush and thrill?
the stars tell her
who she is, what life is about ?
when her dreams come true,
and streetlights come on ....
does she know who she is ?
when she flouts on
to the other side of the moon .....
where pop rock kisses are sweet
and the nights are smooth
the days are blue ........
the years are magical
full of wonder, and lot's of things?
Thursday, July 30, 2009
SOUTH- MINNEAPOLIS
In the south side the seasons change and go by like.......
atom, fall, spring, summer, and winter ..
finding love on the south side
is like a ( west side story ) a (Romeo * Juliet story)
easy to find but hard to keep, - hold on to ......
(38 Street) -Hiawatha- Minnehaha
where the traffic rolls, an cruses from end to end
on Monday morning
and the coffee shop opens at 7am
lunch is served, at the famous
rib place at noon
but the party starts at the corner bar
on the weeken at 8 pm Fri, Sat, Sun.....
the people you find on the train at 2 am ....
the high school kids that own
the football, baseball fields, 38Th street, the night life
Cruzing the streets, cuz they will never be on top again
like they once did, in the .....
school year ..... where dreams are dreams that fly on
where hearts and souls have a story to tell ........
But( Uptown )- Lyn dale- Franklin
is where the locals sit......
the intellectual coffee geniuses sit .....
talk about the earth, saving the earth.....
turning everything green, talk about political, economical things .......
where bickers, outdoor groovers, skateboarder, college punks
Cruz the streets in the summer ...
where mellow underground bands play.
old school records spin, Cruz there not dead yet
people having a few beers ....
grooving to old school music ...
like Motown -Madonna -The Rolling Stones- The Beatles, Arowsmith .....
where diversity sits all around
and Lot's of community Art sits - and mosaics ....
where the time is now, lost in reading good books
reading the monday morning paper ......
But (Downtown )- cedar riverside ....
is where life is great, and money flows, in the value of....
the buildings, and sky scrapers
that are tall, and amazing .......
the journey of having fun getting lost in
the sky ways, never having to touch the ground .....
but the party doesn't start till after 9 pm
when the drunks, smokers come out
Rome the streets and sing the truth .....
go bar hopping and tell their story
to the bar tenders
that sometimes make crappy drinks
the night life doesn't end till 3 then it's the hottel party
then a stop at your house ....
but it still doesn't compare to (NYC)
the city that never sleeps
downtown everything is better, when your in downtown ....
Is what they say ......
But (Lake Street )- Cedar- Portland -Nicolette
it's where diversity sit at the global market
the Spanish culture is big ..... Mexican food, Art
getting a taste of different backgrounds....
where hoodlums, and paper gangsters,
Rome the streets at night ........
where soccer players play till the
street lights come on .......
and the traffic jam is big on the weakens
where the police Cruz's around
stopping those who can't drive
Cruz they end up on lake street
where the art sits and the beat boxing poets rise
and the rhymes flow, put together like Dow .......
told by the street kids .....who once had a dream.
and still have a dream.....
But the party doesn't end there ......
( University Ave) - Dinky town - U of M
where sex, drugs, and rock en roll sit
but it's everywhere to be found too?
old hot roads,cars Cruz the streets
where underground rock bands play?
and house bands play live .....
where college kids throw down
house parties full of beer .....but are not fans of (PATRON)
but become champs of (beer pong )-an ( sex games )
where CAP*, BA*E, ZA*E hasting fraternitys
out throw the party, bash of the year ......
where punks Cruz the streets......
honk there horns after a Friday night football game ....
drink to the homerun hitters, boo to the rookies playing ?
and party till the next day .....
where smart kids hit the books
come undone with one drink ?
and cute, hot guys want it bad ......
and girls secretly want it too ?
the seasons and summer nights
that wont go away .......
where dreams flow by, as time rolls
by and the years in school do too......
south mpls fun drama
drama ......
atom, fall, spring, summer, and winter ..
finding love on the south side
is like a ( west side story ) a (Romeo * Juliet story)
easy to find but hard to keep, - hold on to ......
(38 Street) -Hiawatha- Minnehaha
where the traffic rolls, an cruses from end to end
on Monday morning
and the coffee shop opens at 7am
lunch is served, at the famous
rib place at noon
but the party starts at the corner bar
on the weeken at 8 pm Fri, Sat, Sun.....
the people you find on the train at 2 am ....
the high school kids that own
the football, baseball fields, 38Th street, the night life
Cruzing the streets, cuz they will never be on top again
like they once did, in the .....
school year ..... where dreams are dreams that fly on
where hearts and souls have a story to tell ........
But( Uptown )- Lyn dale- Franklin
is where the locals sit......
the intellectual coffee geniuses sit .....
talk about the earth, saving the earth.....
turning everything green, talk about political, economical things .......
where bickers, outdoor groovers, skateboarder, college punks
Cruz the streets in the summer ...
where mellow underground bands play.
old school records spin, Cruz there not dead yet
people having a few beers ....
grooving to old school music ...
like Motown -Madonna -The Rolling Stones- The Beatles, Arowsmith .....
where diversity sits all around
and Lot's of community Art sits - and mosaics ....
where the time is now, lost in reading good books
reading the monday morning paper ......
But (Downtown )- cedar riverside ....
is where life is great, and money flows, in the value of....
the buildings, and sky scrapers
that are tall, and amazing .......
the journey of having fun getting lost in
the sky ways, never having to touch the ground .....
but the party doesn't start till after 9 pm
when the drunks, smokers come out
Rome the streets and sing the truth .....
go bar hopping and tell their story
to the bar tenders
that sometimes make crappy drinks
the night life doesn't end till 3 then it's the hottel party
then a stop at your house ....
but it still doesn't compare to (NYC)
the city that never sleeps
downtown everything is better, when your in downtown ....
Is what they say ......
But (Lake Street )- Cedar- Portland -Nicolette
it's where diversity sit at the global market
the Spanish culture is big ..... Mexican food, Art
getting a taste of different backgrounds....
where hoodlums, and paper gangsters,
Rome the streets at night ........
where soccer players play till the
street lights come on .......
and the traffic jam is big on the weakens
where the police Cruz's around
stopping those who can't drive
Cruz they end up on lake street
where the art sits and the beat boxing poets rise
and the rhymes flow, put together like Dow .......
told by the street kids .....who once had a dream.
and still have a dream.....
But the party doesn't end there ......
( University Ave) - Dinky town - U of M
where sex, drugs, and rock en roll sit
but it's everywhere to be found too?
old hot roads,cars Cruz the streets
where underground rock bands play?
and house bands play live .....
where college kids throw down
house parties full of beer .....but are not fans of (PATRON)
but become champs of (beer pong )-an ( sex games )
where CAP*, BA*E, ZA*E hasting fraternitys
out throw the party, bash of the year ......
where punks Cruz the streets......
honk there horns after a Friday night football game ....
drink to the homerun hitters, boo to the rookies playing ?
and party till the next day .....
where smart kids hit the books
come undone with one drink ?
and cute, hot guys want it bad ......
and girls secretly want it too ?
the seasons and summer nights
that wont go away .......
where dreams flow by, as time rolls
by and the years in school do too......
south mpls fun drama
drama ......
Monday, July 20, 2009
IN TO DEEP
In to deep into her dreams
dreaming about that shiny star,
dream lover?
looking for him in all the wrong places?
dreaming her nights alone?
with no dream lover or a great love
to call her own ?
where could he be ?
on the other side of the ocean ? in space, on the moon,
or on the other side of the world ?
for just one kiss and a thing called love ?
she's looking everywhere , but he's nowhere to be found .....
the poet that will dance with her
under the full moon ? in the pouring rain ?
hold her tight through the night,
keep her silk sheets, bed warm ...
love her unconditionally with his heart open
tuck her in at night, softly tuck her hair back behind her ears?
sing to her a sweet lullaby ?
give her a zillion kisses till she falls asleep .....
cuddle next to her through the night ......
mend her wounds deep cuts ?
look her in her brown eyes say a zillion things
" I love you " without saying a word ....
take her hand in his, cruel his fingers in hers
and never let go ?
blow a million kisses to her
one for everyday of the week ? every sec that she is gone....
fall deep into her eyes, buy her the stars, moon
and the hole world .....
where could he be ?
the other half of her heart her soul ......
white knight, prince charming, perfect toad, poet......
but he's still nowhere to be found .....
so waiting for the fates, to send him, her way on her path
because one day......
walking the same line, road of life, at the same time- place and moment
they shell meet .....and one day
she can say that she found her golden star, that shin's so bright in the sky.....
as they say serendipity, destiny, magic collie.......
that make something wonderful ..........out of nothing?
dreaming about that shiny star,
dream lover?
looking for him in all the wrong places?
dreaming her nights alone?
with no dream lover or a great love
to call her own ?
where could he be ?
on the other side of the ocean ? in space, on the moon,
or on the other side of the world ?
for just one kiss and a thing called love ?
she's looking everywhere , but he's nowhere to be found .....
the poet that will dance with her
under the full moon ? in the pouring rain ?
hold her tight through the night,
keep her silk sheets, bed warm ...
love her unconditionally with his heart open
tuck her in at night, softly tuck her hair back behind her ears?
sing to her a sweet lullaby ?
give her a zillion kisses till she falls asleep .....
cuddle next to her through the night ......
mend her wounds deep cuts ?
look her in her brown eyes say a zillion things
" I love you " without saying a word ....
take her hand in his, cruel his fingers in hers
and never let go ?
blow a million kisses to her
one for everyday of the week ? every sec that she is gone....
fall deep into her eyes, buy her the stars, moon
and the hole world .....
where could he be ?
the other half of her heart her soul ......
white knight, prince charming, perfect toad, poet......
but he's still nowhere to be found .....
so waiting for the fates, to send him, her way on her path
because one day......
walking the same line, road of life, at the same time- place and moment
they shell meet .....and one day
she can say that she found her golden star, that shin's so bright in the sky.....
as they say serendipity, destiny, magic collie.......
that make something wonderful ..........out of nothing?
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