The Story of You

I wrote a story, the story of two.

It's a story of me, it's the story of you.

It's got a background that leads with some flair.

It sets up the plot, with no detail spared.

Are we fighting a dragon or solving a crime?

Are we dancing and singing to song and to rhyme?

Are we racing, so dashing, through streets in the night?

Are we saving the world in a last epic fight?

Tell me, tell me, tell me how it ends!

Oh please let me see through the curves and the bends!

Are you a hero or maybe just plot?

Are you a villain or just wayward thought?

 

I wrote a story, the story of you,

I'm tired of writing so I'll pass it to you.

It's a story of love but it's missing it's end;

the reception has gathered, if you'd only press send.

 

Feel the twists of the tension as we build out the tale;

the bruises and burns from this story regaled. 

I dare not succumb to the heat from this friction,

but the dramas of life are rarely just fiction.

Buck up Buttercup

We started the evening as strangers though we left a little less so.

You'd be surprised the things you'll find, if you take the time to know. 

The rolling stone's eroding, though it cracks a lovely tune.

You'll get just what you needed, but there ain't no silver spoon.

 

I see myself a cowboy on the lonesome western plains,

allowed to sulk in sorrow, seeking pity for my pains.

Now I break mystique so quickly under a flash of wit and charm

and I'd trade the plains so quickly just to have you on my arm. 

 

Why the back and forth of the rats run 'round the maze?

If all is said, from born to dead, in a single locking gaze.

There's a lifetime in a moment, if we only make the time.

The mountains aren't an obstacle when you say you love to climb.

 

I'm bucking up on buttercups; barrel down the path again.

Chasing falling stars under the helping hands of friends.

I hope the hope is worth it like it's rarely been before;

the buttercups are blooming and there's only time for more.

What Beauty There’ll Be

In life, in life, what beauty there'll be!

The mountain top snow that melts to the sea.

The forests regrown from scarred and burned land;

the rocks and stones crushed down to the sand.

It's static this change and it lights like a bolt,

o'er canvas of marvel where beauty invokes.

A splashing and swirling abundance of wonder,

it flashes like lighting and crackles like thunder.

 

Kinship and friendship and most of all love,

these are the drippings of paint from above.

And still more amazing are the wonders unseen

connections of lovers like the magic of dreams.

What beauty, what beauty, what beauty there'll be!

hands interlaced like the roots of a tree.

Shall it grow wide and shady or up to god's light

no matter its stature, it's the sight of all sights.

Be as the mountains, eternal and bold.

Be as the forests, and live as you grow.

Be as the desert and shift with the times.

and always see beauty, for the sun ever shines.

 

Paradise in the Rain

The palm tree is dripping rain onto the flooded sidewalk below.

The wheels send geysers high and bright as commuters make their way.

A man walks unbothered, it's more than nylon that keeps him dry.

The birds endure upon electrified lines while steel still soars above.

The neon sign weeps its welcome to the weary, worn, and wet.

Paradise remains unshaken, in such defiance to the times.

Disguise

Your happiest perfect day

still there's sadness in your eyes. 

You have your pretty makeup

but it makes a poor disguise.

I wish I could console you,

or even just ask you why,

but today's the day you married

and it was the other guy.

 

Remember all the good times

that we had back in the day?

Look now how a decade past,

they all just washed away.

You were my muse or siren,

emanating loving glow.

Yet we find we only are

someone we used to know.