You.

you
doing me
in.
with your eyes
and your skin
and your hands


You
with words like bells
ringing in my ears
waves of pleasure
casting their spells
doing me
in.

You
doing me
in
ever so slightly
like chinese water torture.

With that arm
around my waist
swing me over to your side
hearts colliding
and worlds sliding,
moments are building.

I won't run.
I'll stay.
meet me half way.

This is not a love poem.

love is everything.

its the ultimate muse.

the great definer.

you could be rich

in money, in health, in material things

but love,

the great love,

is the fire burning brightly,

the conclusion

and the meaning.

its the highest mountain

worth to climb;

the divine, within.

a light in the middle of your lost at sea.

the many versions

to one simple thing:

Love is everything.

You can work at anything

but it means nothing

when its void of love.

it is both the flame

and the sanctuary

from a dismal existence.

Thought.

sometimes we're lucky

and we find

what was sought after

sometimes we're blessed

when we get 

what we need

Dream Sequence.

I was standing in

the middle of a dream

transcending above 

the everyday scheme of things

and all the hustlers on these dirty streets

carry secrets like machine guns,

and everyday 

the sun keeps exploding

out of the distant horizon

as we watch in horror

the wars that man has created

the greed that eats away at us

the fast living that does us in

the building of corporations in foreign lands

the spread of a common fear

and the love we're all so desperately seeking...

I was just thinking...

I'd like for him

to speak to me with good intentions

and be courageous enough

to look me directly in the eyes.

His hands 

will be soft for me,

but rough from work.

He's the kind that can speak about 

anything

with a golden heart to match.

He'll keep my secrets,

my embarrassments,

my poems,

my true self

close to his heart

and he'll remember  the little things I like:

how I drink soy with my coffee

and I'm shy about my feet

how I'd rather talk about the scheme of the universe

than go shopping.

He'll understand 

that I'm sensitive

but still strong.

He'll be my soft place to fall

on days when I feel the world 

has misunderstood me, or

has thrown me to the dogs.

and in return, 

I'll be his partner in crime

and open arms to him always,

his safe place to just be.

He'll be man enough to apologize

when he knows it's his fault

He'll be man enough to tell me

when I won't admit my own.

When I've failed to cook an amazing dinner,

he'll sit me on his lap and tell me,

that he loves me for trying and make a joke,

to stop my tears,

 cause he's a good man like that.

...a good man, just like that.

I worry sometimes

if that's too much to ask.

-GB

The purpose of history.

Everything I've ever done

has led me up to this:

this day

this feeling

this crossroad

these bruises marked upon my history.

All the words I've ever written

has led me up to this:

these worries

these feelings

these brand new (heavy) ideas

and no one knows yet what's to become of me.

Still,

I'm on the payroll

standing in line

thinking of that one time:

when you pulled me in

and kissed my mouth

while I closed my eyes

and saw my future, my dreams, my expectations

all fall away.

and I thought up moments

that maybe weren't true

and I said words

I wished I could've said

but in the end,

the history is marked

and all the roads have been taken

and all the punches thrown,

didn't land me anywhere

but sitting here and telling you

what's become of me now.

-GB 3/08

the persistence of truth.

I'm sitting here

with all the weight of the world

sitting upon my shoulders.

I'm sitting here

with the unscrambled messages

swirling inside my stomach.

and I'm nauseous

and I'm afraid

and I'm alone

and I'm sad

and I'm trying to understand

how the universe speaks

while it breaks its promises upon my head

and I'm wondering 

how we all fit 

into this grand scheme

when the world turns itself over

inside of my head

and my heart is breaking

and my soul is unfolding

and my eyes are attempting

to pull you closer with just one look,

while the days jump ahead of me

and time keeps ticking off,

falling off

melting off

into infinity

and I'm aware

and I'm awake

and I'm numb

--

but I don't know how 

to say goodbye,

so I exit out of this room.

-GB