trade-offThe individual assimilates into the collective...Trading off my youth forstability and responsibilityand a piece of paper on the wall.Looking in the mirrorI almost don't recognize me.The yesteryear daredevilcould pass for someone's momfor temptress trades withBusinessandNO ONE speaks of the PASTor the covered tattoothat speaks volumesof years gone by.Blink onceBlink twiceyep, I'm still me inside.The stranger blinks in the mirror,then winks mischievouslya few more lines mar the landscapeof her fair skinbut she still remembers.The stranger and I make an exitboth one and the sameinto the faceless crowdlosing our individualityto the adulthood realitywhere statements are spoken and notMADE.
MilyDark eyes to swallow souls,tangled curls down her shouldersout of controla picture of desire and wonderin contradictory fashion...A childlike woman or a womanlike child?Perfectly imperfectso mature, yet so wild.No man could tame hernor woman eitherwith an uncertain futureand a troubled pasther intense passionsthat love that don't last...ah, but to hold and to love herfor that brief moment... sigh.then she leaves you suddenly Silently completelylike wind blowing by.
survivalthey say survival of the fittestin existence is the key...if that in fact is the case,then how does that explain therampant misuse of braincells?the fittest seem not so fit,to insert tab A into slot Bto make copy after copy and copy againof the less-new and far from improvedmodern man.how do we move forward when so manylag behindscooping up the dust and bitsof the stampede ahead of theminto the oblivion of THE NEXT BIG THINGwhen the biggest could be the smallest after all.the smallest? yes, the smallest of the small.survival of the fittest?yes, survival is the keybut if the fittest are not so fitwhere does that leave you and me?
DesireYou desire the silent centuriesNo more weeping over love lost.AngelsHaving grace infiniteWhisper the end of the storyBefore the beginning is told.Brown leaves fall softlyAs the golden sunset burnsIts way out of the lazy day.DemonsLacking perfect wisdomMurmur of the twilightBefore the dawn unfolds,Knowing that they know notWhat lies ahead.DreamsConnecting to the divineFill in what is lackingIn the void of the day.Stars blink onto the horizonAs you drift away to worlds unknownOn the soft wings of sleep
none yetflipping channels of emotional contentfeeling, not feeling,fuzzy, distorted, suddenly clearso many levels of here or not herestopping to watch for a momentthough not staying longlooking for the right one for thepresent timebut not sure whatmood is right.
ponderanceOnce nights were filled with passionWaking neighbors down the streetNow the nights are filled with silenceYou close your eyes and turn away from me.I want to know what happenedWhere the change beganI want to know why you're not talkingThere's got to be more to it than this.I don't know how to make wrongs rightWith muttered excuses that are utteredJust as the bedcovers are pulled.How am I to take this rejection?I only seek what is mine.I'm chained to you with a left hand bandAnd a strongly beating heart.Did you get old without meIn the absence we endured?I know marriage isn't just physical,But what about emotional, or spiritual?I often sit at night and think aboutThe talking we used to doHow late at night we'd sit and drinkBut I can't do that anymore…Alcohol can't be the only common ground.So where does this leave us?Where does this leave us?