Posts Tagged ‘ play ’

Stir Crazy Prayer

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Some things
Are way beyond our belief.

Something’s,
We aren’t meant
To understand.

But it’s
That very thing

That over drives
my mind

And makes
The hatter
run
Mad…

I went to church
In hopes
Of
some sort
of clarity,

I fell asleep
awaking in time
To hear
All that
I am guilty
of.

I really
don’t
want to
do
too much,

Especially since
I fear it’ll push
away
My
Love…

I can’t
hear
My own
advice,

And I
do
exactly
What I shouldn’t.

Going against
All that I believe,

Even after
I swore
That I
wouldn’t…

Play time fun

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My favorite time
Is playtime
The land of
Make believe.
Where being
Insane is a favorite pass time
And memories
Can be forever on repeat.
Where If i close my eyes
i get mine
And enjoy
My sweet release.
Bring in a friend
To play at the same time
And share
fantasies & dreams with ease.

Tough Crowd

shes quiet at first

and doesn’t want to say too much,

I get her to crack a smile

and that just makes her tighten up,

I get her to laugh

and all the more does she put up a front,

attempting to deflect what ever I throw

I still hit it back, further busting her gut,

she regains her composure-goes stoned faced

and before leaving-looks me in the eyes, and says that she’s had enough

Price Match

All she needed

was a reason

another hard to swallow thing

down the hatch,

one thinking

one could pull one over

doesn’t know

she lives to price match,

claims to want

to be treated as an equal

yet expects special privileges

that doesn’t match,

fool her once

shame on your

you’ll be lucky if

you get a second chance,

 but if you do

you poor fool

pray

and watch your back,

a broken heart

is a fully loaded gun

that’s sometimes is

more literal and FACT

Chasing tail

on a good day

nothing else

gets in the way,

but when

I’m left with my self

I tend to get in the mood to play,

cops and robbers

dogs and cats

angry crowds & eager thirsty Dj,

in the desperate need

to play the hero

and get an honest hooray,

then I wear my

communism hard hat

and I want everyone to obey,

but then a pretty bull fighting dancer

who wants to challenge

gets in my face and hollers “oley”,

tells me their not trying to run

they’ll stand right there

and just carefully survey,

because there’s something

that I’m doing that seems

just way too funny…

me not being too sure

on how to take it

doesn’t know if its worth to tolerate,

so I stay on my toes

and throw her over my shoulders

like some sort of sashay,

she thinks I’m being kinky

takes it for four play

and says not on the first date,

not knowing it was flirtation

advised I don’t mix my dessert

with my main entrée,

I chased

my own tale

and then she went away,

so even with a walk off

it’s still not so bad

of a day,

just a little note to self

never bring a snack

to the buffet

In The Scene

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She’s a beauty
She’s a delight
But she’s heavy
In the scene,
That I’ve come
So far away from
And What took so long
For me to leave,
It’s too easy to
get back Up in To iT
with Old comrades
that Still haven’t seen,
A difference in
the Rays of light
Partly because I
Keep flipping teams,
Going back and forth
From the land of honey
And the space
Of broken dreams,
Most represent
Something
That I myself
Want nothing to do with or have a connection in between,
Bad company
Good times
The same old
Scheme of things,
Falling victim
Isn’t really falling
When it’s the bread crumbs that we laid
that get us following back into our old routine,

ohhh LORD, what a scene