the man on the side away

she says one thing and i smile
just one thing and i smile
if we were walking
would i smile
for the whole lovely mile??

she makes one joke and i laugh
just one joke and I laugh
if she told half a joke
at the half
would i laugh??

one minute is forever
just one minute - forever
if we were together
something bigger than eternity
would i discover?

if she dies, i'm her mother
to bring her back into this world

if she's in danger, i'm her brother
to smother whatever harms this girl

and if she's lost, i'm her father
to lead her back home

I'm that guy, the man on the side
in line for when she's alone

reciprocation is not as sure and morning precipitation
its more rare like the Bose-Einstein form of condensation
stuff is so cold that it makes new matter
and your love confessions are not bold enough
to make you matter
so you scatter, and search for other crop
hell i'll wait for 12 months for new seed to drop

the world will soon be complete, when i'm with her
i'll collect that harvest like our friend Demeter
but fall rolls around and the winds have other plans
the zephyr carry my seed into the arms of another man
you see?
no i dont!
how can it be?!
what tragedy befell a guy like me...
who allowed patience to conduct my symphony

silence...
i give my answer in the silence...
i find no use for rage or tempestuous violence
i just wait for mine to vindicate
as i walk with my back facing her flowers wither away
my righteous bow i take
of final indignate
stooping to pick plants in another field
while her stems are to be plowed and made
into a stack of horses hay.
and her flowers laid waste in a field of grey
where the man on the side once waited

making the first incision

now for the stories
this is the live i live
i will never be satisfied with the negative
but its cards we get, maybe positive
lay them, play them, if you say your in
but i dont mean quickly
savour it
cuz they flavoured it
so why waste it
i've got a bet and a turn
and i can't wager nil
so i go greater still
and put you on the line
like phone operators will
and a firing squad's kill

no regrets is what they say
but i've mad mistake
much more than once
trying ain't enough
cuz i've tried and tried and it seems too tough
what am I talking about?
im talking about doing stuff
is it too vague for you?
conversational fluff?
comprehension's rough...

this next one will look like a puff
ride with me while i make my point
i feel so weak that i don't smoke
but i couldn't resist a joint
if it were offered
and i couldn't say no to tramp
even if i tried to act proper
and my fake energy isn't worth and amp
so how the hell can i get righteous and try to stop her
when i hardly believe
yes i hardly believe
its so hard to believe that even a kid like me
would be doubting these things
my appearance is clean
but my essence is dirt
if i don't clean up now it'll eventually hurt
i don't accept the negative
shit's worse than dirt
decent living i try to insert
into myself
perfection i try to assert
and poor behavior i try to revert
with much more than lame apologies
but repentant doxologies that i mean this time
and i mean this rhyme
what ever means this rhyme
or what ever it means this time
it could be this time
or it could be last night
or every night for that matter
which displays my blight
and it could be the future if i don't stand up and fight
hand me the syringe and suture
this incision will have some bite
and grab me some coffee will you
open soul surgery could last my whole life.

still cold

let me repeat
i'm cold
and this time not because of the temperature
or my internal feeling of loneliness
but because inability to warm my own soul
and yeah I am alone
but not from me being before
myself,
whole.
1 is a number just as two
but 1 is more lonely in the years of thy youth
shame on my for not finding myself
so how can i gripe about not finding someone else
so the inability to find the knowledge of my inner essence
means another being's presence, or lack there of
makes my knack for love, an unfit glove
for someone who finds finding the self more than enough
being cold
makes me afraid because of that fact that at this point
i havent found my own joint and even if i have
i might not have made my point
so i solidify my past, because i cant foresee the future
nobody knows
where we are headed, for we are all indebted to perfection
and in need of dire correction, but how do we spread it?
certainly not through convection, but through selection
of the direction, that may lead us to resurrection.
look at me talking about us because i am afraid to deal with my self
this is not a we problem, it is a me problem
and until i solve it, it will be a steep mountain
that might be impossible to climb
and the fear in my mind
is that if to life
i do submit
and reach the summit
and years of struggle
time upon time more old
climbing longer that stories told
that i'll reach about the sun
and still be cold.