I'm ranting while I'm raving: "There's nothing here worth saving!"

So tell me now what more do you need?

Miguelos, I've lost the will for fighting over everything.   

and there's a few things I gotta say... make no mistake I'm mad.                                                   

Cause every good thing I had abandoned me.

Oh sad and lonesome me     

I'm the walking wounded                                                    

Did I say it to your face?                   

No? I guess I just can't find my place          

Why can't you just tell me what more do you need?                                             

"Come out tonight, come out with me baby

we'll throw the careful into the crazy

What I say is true: to make a fire you gotta burn a few...

We're like Romeo & Juliet...like good times that haven't happened yet."

40 Dogs- Bob Schneider.

Conversation in Rhyme

So much honesty and still no solution

walking wounds with mere courtesy

two stars collide, split, and divide

tired of this spinning, talking pollution

something more than you and me

You say you're still in love

If true, what can be done? 

--- The Shins, Kissing the Lipless

I was certain that the season could be held between my arms;

but, just as summer's hold is fleeting,

I was here,

but now I'm gone.

The Song You Pen


We watched night come familiar sun two wishing to be one
Hearts sweat between eyes set two plus one made three devise
Split to break minutes to seconds serving only this memory to reckon
That maybe time changes time flying then pausing for moments of rhyme

Words to lyrics the song you pen painting the melody you find me in
Dancing slow and breathing free forgetting oceans to finally see

What surely was must have been the best night without end

I've loved you from the very first night;
you broke me till the day that I die...
I'm far too obvious this time.

Mediated Medium

Sitting down, waiting to begin. Starting slow and picking speed. A first glance, where to begin. Stepping dance without end. Patient waltz of information. A look, a laugh, a turn of head. Did you like that line? I’ll say it again. Careful clicking, keys in time. Drifting sideways glances: careful look again. Two strokes and I amend. A clock of lies, salut Mon Cheri. A last thing forgotten. A look, a laugh, a dance at end. Reaching over and pressing send.

One last phone call from you- it wouldn't hurt much
I just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch
any inch of you that hasn't
said it all
read it all
sang my life away

---Stars and Boulevards, Augustana

An Excercise in Adoration and Prose

Some times, you're as real as
these times, you're breaking me with
these lines, you're delicate steps between
fine lines, you're oh so careful
fine rhymes, you're making me dream
all rhymes, you're giving me a word for

you're as real as some times cause you're breaking me with these times taking you're delicate steps between these lines you're oh so careful fine lines so you're making me dream fine rhymes while you're giving me a word for all rhymes.

You're as real as some. Times cause- you're breaking me with these times; taking your delicate steps between these lines. You're, oh, so, careful. Fine lines, so. You're making me dream fine rhymes while you're giving. Me- A word for all rhymes.

Sometimes I really do think you're as real as these times. Can't you see you're breaking me with these lines? You're taking delicate steps between fine lines and you're being oh so careful. These fine rhymes- you're making me dream in all rhymes! For you are- my muse- always giving me a word.

If I can't catch you when you fall, I'll jump with.

--mgl

Yours are the Words

Shadows dancing slow,
the sound of air between.
Taste of a memory:
an imaginary dream

The quiet crescendo
falling back in my mind.
The taste of a memory.
The ruins of a sign.

A play on words
waking up into mourning
tastes of a memory:
ghosts of a good thing.

Beside myself inside
something more than you.
A taste of a memory-
one i once knew

The quiet crescendo,
a sound of air between.
Tastes like a memory.
The ghost of a good thing.

The Only Ones


you look too familiar to be wrong
let me find a moment
let me find a face
dark eyes, dark hair
looks that need a song....
the substances moved through our veins
you were the king and i was the queen