Pogonology

My developed affinity:

In the course of history, men with facial hair have been ascribed various attributes such as wisdom, sexual virility, or high status; and, conversely, filthiness, crudeness, or an eccentric disposition. In many cultures beards are associated with nature and outdoorsmen...

Check, Mate

I wish...
I knew your next move.

Better yet.
Ready, set...

I am the player.
You are the knight.
I put u in your place.
On squares, black, white.

Check 1, Check 1, Check 1

Someone please get me out of this mere mode of repetition... no more coloring by numbers. 2, 3, I'm on a mission.

Just Around the Corner...

You're a modern man, with modern words, and a modern heart.

You sharpen pencils with your paint, now show me how to skip in place.

Tattered and bruised, I'm falling over our repetition.

1 + 1 = 2, our counterpart black and blues.

Never lead, never follow. I'll hug your mother, and double your stride.

Are you happy now that you're disappointed?

One fell swoop. Fix your feathers dear, and derive penicillin from soup.

I'll peel through your infinite layers and cool your casual trousers.

Our copper hearts and eyes like dimes, flip the world on its side to find the prize.

"Is this how we consume the day?"

Marvel at a second chance at life, better than 9 lives or 100 trophy wives.

Just intertwine your fingers in mine.

Ready, set...

Movement

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Hearts

It's strange really, how much I feel how they feel. More contagious and common than a cold. Leave home, the remedy is unknown. The thread count of her jeans at dawn, a sleepless light, missing verses abandoned songs. Young to old, lovers to lust, bottles to empty, here to gone. Kick buckets, endorse here. No roses, just weeds. Drown your eyes, it's Monday again.

All aboard, I'm anchored by fear...

Coffee & Red Bull

"Sometimes I wish the world wasn't round, I'm tired of running."

And then the nod, turns to a stare, melts the truth with another dare. It's fools gold. Just like your handshake, barely embraced, tastes a dull shade of grey. It glistened at first thought, unravels and freys the same way. You turn pages to the end, race the day only to start again. But now 2 steps become 12, flip the cup to be filled again. Not water, not wine. It cuts, but I'm twisting into the prettiest vine. You'll see, we'll all see.

Faith Full of It

I want to put this burden to bed.
Tuck it in tight to watch it sleep,
and kill it quietly before dawn.
But I hate to care, to watch them weep.
Dear friend, foe, lover is gone.

Let it go, Let it go.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Let me go, let me go.
Oh God please, ease their worry.

The sun is beaming a new day.
With sounds of sweeping streets,
the dust resonates far beneath.
But there's faith here, in the wind.
It taunts, it chatters to redundance.
Leading, leaving, provoking my perspective.

Let it blow, Let it blow.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Let me know, let me know.
Oh God please, ease my worry.

So, Now What?

"Tip the world over on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles."

Frank Lloyd Wright

29? I lied...

Cold like bones.
Kills the weather inside.

It pierces like wet denim.
In deep pockets our hands confide.

A dollar for your dollar.
Hasty heads collide.

There's green beneath our feet.
Eff the other side...

Salt is Sweet...

I fail to feel, but I see and I speak. A humble how are you, projected selflessly. So many steady strangers, more than just home. This one is yours... take it and go! Positive tension lingers between you and me. Love is action not feeling, but colliding chemistry? The sun is awake now, with the amicable stares. Never ill-mannered like your disheveled hair. The cold air bites, it misses our hearts. Blessed with this ocean, for us God imparts.

Life for Free...

It is all so clear to me now.
Never before have I felt this complacent.
People, places, things, like rainbows lead to let down.
But this is more than an embrace, more than just a moment.
Not friends, not lovers could ever amount.
For once poured out, my heart well spent!

Just Another Day

I turned 26 yesterday and I bought myself an E string... now everything will be in tune, I'm trusting.

Passing Time

Different place, different time, but this feeling is the same. The cold radiates beyond the surface, and it's pinching deep. My heart escapes beats with your reminiscing tears, it's that time of year. It's a common sign and your shoe is heavy on staying. You were never one to stop, and here the view is lacking a scene. The light is buzzing green, take all the time you need. Oh brother, it's getting late. I want to push past the crossroads, swallow, and consume your grief. Now dusk imparts the horizon as the sun abandons the scene. Night defeats. Let it go. She's gone, at peace.

Room for Shapes

One can never have too many sides... I am so grateful for every one of my abstract friends. I have never been one to saturate my walls with Renaissance art anyway... perfection loses its appeal, and ohhhh how I abhor obtuseness.

Song for the Best

Dear tmk,

Thank you for your beautiful song. Here is a quickie I wrote in return because I love you so much:

http://www.zshare.net/audio/55410155752ce9/

I apologize for my lack of savvy with g-band and distorted sound, but it's from the heart.

Love Always,
besty

Loose Change is Good

My finger I can't quite place. It wavers and wanders over the repeats of my heart and the replays in my head. This feeling so disconcerting, I can only point at my own shortcomings. I feel the disappointment chilling my bones, as my expectations of others perpetually hit the ground. I'm not accustomed to normalcy, but this is becoming a common attribute. I'm realizing their corners and their curves, and realigning my own crooked turns. They advise a cliche, 'you live and you learn.' I trust their loose end wise words, as they do come with age. Here I want to whisper a new song under my breath, and sing it elsewhere to the world. This song around I will be more prudent, retract my index finger, and simply learn to live.

I Don't Eat Meat

I linger and listen to that 99th tear to glisten...
I'm letting go of another expected love song.
Skipping over those tracks and everything that lacks...
a sweet embrace and second glances prolonged.

But here I am, this is me, only me...
my head, my heart, my hands, my feet.
Spill the wine and the pills, let the numbness evade...
walk away, swallow deep, feel that pain so willingly.

They lie through their pretty, tearing teeth, it's not me, it's You...
it was You all along for this alleged self affliction.
I'm turning over decimated leaves, wistful faith renewed...
heart ready, walk steady with You, my new found addiction.

Hunting Season

They say you don't know until you know...
I'm lacking brilliance to flip that switch,
to make that bulb glow.

It's all fair game, but I prefer the sea...
Oh fate expectedly late,
next year I'll fly that kite with a key.

Life is Shorter

They're all passing now. My heart aches today. Not the impaling kind, but the hurt that is incessantly reminding the rest of my body that something is out of tune. He sings out of key, but I love it. I'm uneased when I think about how there is always that minor gliche that keeps that red light from glowing. I want him... to think of me too. I hate distance, but I like driving. Drive, drive, drive this to the ground and give me something perfect, something for real this time. He gets me without words, it's magnetic. It's pulling hard, but it's messy in the middle. With my list he's first, on his list I'm not. So much riff raff, so little time. It's one big chain reaction, really. I'm on their top, their on my bottom, he's on my top, I'm on his bottom. I'm sick, it's urgent. He must know that I like it on top, but maybe I should just tell him... no. Something beautiful must be waiting in that room. The one with an ocean breeze, windows for walls, and all the toys, but no games... just toys.