Ink, Love, Divinity (Jan 2010)

The avatar of God on your right shoulder
Instantly excited me
Instantly attracted me
to this woman who desires to remind herself

that she is god for all eternity
and makes me want to speak mantras
like “uh uh uh”

simultaneously

and in rhythmic motion
but my meager love making isn't

my only form of devotion
I could write you bad poetry
Sing you a song
Rub your back and shoulders when the day seems too long
Trace my finger tips around your earlobes when I massage your scalp

Easing away the tension headaches caused by your humanity’s self-doubt,

Isn’t it human after all to be swept up in the love of God’s caress?

Seeing divinity in all, I assume in me you’d see no less.

Am I a flirt (A song from Jan 2010)

Am I a flirt
I don’t mean to be, just looking to respect
But a sense of entitlement pushes me beyond the boundaries you protect
Am I a flirt
Nah, I’m just floored by your eyes
And the goofy grin on my face lets you know it isn’t lies

Now she’s feeling slightly vulnerable
Slightly intoxicated with the honesty and comfort level
Not quite sure what to do with a man who’s intrigued
By the mundane and the beautiful heart she wears on her sleeve
At least it seems
That way to one who believes in dreams
Dreams that ignite the spirit of a lonely craving heart
And if you’re anything like me than I’m here to play my part
So if the look in my eye says I want to get to know you
Then miss please believe there’s nothing else I want to do

Am I a flirt
I don’t believe I am, just looking to respect
But a sense of entitlement pushes me beyond the boundaries you protect
Am I a flirt
Nah, I’m just floored by your eyes
And the goofy grin on my face lets you know it isn’t lies



And when I invade and ask about your past future and present
I’m seeking the marvelous gifts you have and that the rest of us haven’t
Please excuse me, I used that same line on a schizophrenic
And I’m really not trying to make you feel like a defendant
On trial
It’s just I haven’t seen a smile in a while
And a while, might be like a day or two
But a day of two of singing the lonely blues
And the low key notes got me scrappin for an outlet
And there is nothing about you that has made me doubt yet

So am I a flirt?
I don’t mean to be, just looking to respect
But a sense of entitlement pushes me beyond the boundaries you protect
Am I a flirt
Nah I’m just floored by your eyes
And the goofy grin on my face lets you know it isn’t lies

The Disappearing Act (Jan 2010)

Oh sweet beautiful

I am losing the traces of your face in my memory

Or is it the wind that takes your cute cheeks and leaves them hollow

Or is it the whims of the fashionable that calls in question your once round hips

Or is it the pressures uncomfortable that tones your legs and arms to twigs

Or is it the notions scientific and medical that steal away your softness

Or is it the secrets hidden that leave you with
if not less life,
Than at least seemingly more thoughtless

And drain your ambition, joy and laughter
Replacing with undue sadness

And cause you to question your worth just as much
But with so much less to show

And impress the shallow with what you’ve produced
But leave your love so scared and low.