Nothing says Friday like high school poetry.
And nothing says high school poetry like unrequited love, dripping sentimentalism, flowery stanzas, and more lovesick metaphors than you can shake a stick at.
Light some candles, turn on some jazz, and hope that the one you love still wants to get busy with you after reading him/her these poems.
Light some candles, turn on some jazz, and hope that the one you love still wants to get busy with you after reading him/her these poems.
Jazz Soundtrack: Take Five
The Dave Brubeck Quartet’s “Take Five” is jazz ecstasy. There is something so mysterious and sexy about this track. It teases you right up to the moment it ends and leaves you desiring so much more.
Rare that you can find a tune that works for seducing someone and making sweet, sweet love to them.
The Detritus of Love
The heart of your amiable existence
has abandoned my own ruptured core,
slipping into that obscure dead of nightfall.
No longer can you discern passion.
No longer can you contemplate the marvel of eternity.
No longer can your eyes of chocolate behold my affliction.
You are lost to me,
lost as the reveries of tales grown tall,
spent with a trusty shovel and flowing cape.
…and you forsake me.
As a criminal, a robber, a thief of nothing matters.
A victim am I of the slamming door, rusting off its red hinges.
I am left,
laying upon the grainy floor of my loveless forest,
dying like the wind swept leaves of autumn.
I am left,
trying to slip into that nightfall of obscurity,
to battle like a war starved Roman,
for the missing heart of your adrift soul.
has abandoned my own ruptured core,
slipping into that obscure dead of nightfall.
No longer can you discern passion.
No longer can you contemplate the marvel of eternity.
No longer can your eyes of chocolate behold my affliction.
You are lost to me,
lost as the reveries of tales grown tall,
spent with a trusty shovel and flowing cape.
…and you forsake me.
As a criminal, a robber, a thief of nothing matters.
A victim am I of the slamming door, rusting off its red hinges.
I am left,
laying upon the grainy floor of my loveless forest,
dying like the wind swept leaves of autumn.
I am left,
trying to slip into that nightfall of obscurity,
to battle like a war starved Roman,
for the missing heart of your adrift soul.
In Dreams
As radiant sunshine melts into crystal starlight,
As merciless waves settle into tranquil seas,
My world is calmed by an angel’s heavenly breath,
if only in a dream.
As shadows become frightful enemies,
As demons plan their mischievous deeds,
One star of an angel’s bright blue eyes sends them away,
if only in a dream.
As tortured screams subdue to exquisite music,
As wind whistles their tune aloud,
I share a dance with an angel upon a moonbeam,
if only in a dream.
As cities plunge into slumber,
As hearts are set afire,
An angel takes a flight upon her golden wings,
if only in a dream.
Then, as inky darkness gives way to radiant sunlight,
As crystal starlight gives way to playful clouds,
An angel kisses me awake,
no longer in a dream.
As merciless waves settle into tranquil seas,
My world is calmed by an angel’s heavenly breath,
if only in a dream.
As shadows become frightful enemies,
As demons plan their mischievous deeds,
One star of an angel’s bright blue eyes sends them away,
if only in a dream.
As tortured screams subdue to exquisite music,
As wind whistles their tune aloud,
I share a dance with an angel upon a moonbeam,
if only in a dream.
As cities plunge into slumber,
As hearts are set afire,
An angel takes a flight upon her golden wings,
if only in a dream.
Then, as inky darkness gives way to radiant sunlight,
As crystal starlight gives way to playful clouds,
An angel kisses me awake,
no longer in a dream.
Stay Here Tonight
Stay here tonight
among the silver stars
that glimmer gallantly
for your wondrous beauty.
Stay here tonight,
take away the barbarous hands of time
so that we may find forever.
Stay here tonight,
ordain relief into my rest
and establish my mind’s
endless exuberance.
Stay here tonight
amidst my thoughtless words
that rapidly roll off my tongue.
Stay here tonight
to find protection from
the oppressive outside
obstacles of your world.
Stay here tonight,
amid these gallant silver stars.
Take not away my living breath,
sweet baby, stay here tonight.
among the silver stars
that glimmer gallantly
for your wondrous beauty.
Stay here tonight,
take away the barbarous hands of time
so that we may find forever.
Stay here tonight,
ordain relief into my rest
and establish my mind’s
endless exuberance.
Stay here tonight
amidst my thoughtless words
that rapidly roll off my tongue.
Stay here tonight
to find protection from
the oppressive outside
obstacles of your world.
Stay here tonight,
amid these gallant silver stars.
Take not away my living breath,
sweet baby, stay here tonight.
Should I Stay?
Should I stay and fight a battle I’m sure to lose,
to lie along the body filled trenches among
the fallen cannonballs that crushed dawn’s early light?
Am I just divulging into hollow love,
where the voice of reassuring reason
is lost in the groans of dying hope?
Do I care enough to place a bet
on this rigged game of cat and mouse,
where I could forever surrender my very soul and sanity?
Have I derailed my train of happy times
and plowed into a depthless gorge of forgotten troubles
that have yet to put me in my place?
Can I now lean on the crumbling walls of indifference,
which my punctured essence has been slammed into
again and again with no signs of mercy?
Should I stay and save you from drowning in tears,
and lead our hearts back into the good graces of the sands of time,
which sift through the cracking crystal glass?
I ask you sweet darling, should I stay?
to lie along the body filled trenches among
the fallen cannonballs that crushed dawn’s early light?
Am I just divulging into hollow love,
where the voice of reassuring reason
is lost in the groans of dying hope?
Do I care enough to place a bet
on this rigged game of cat and mouse,
where I could forever surrender my very soul and sanity?
Have I derailed my train of happy times
and plowed into a depthless gorge of forgotten troubles
that have yet to put me in my place?
Can I now lean on the crumbling walls of indifference,
which my punctured essence has been slammed into
again and again with no signs of mercy?
Should I stay and save you from drowning in tears,
and lead our hearts back into the good graces of the sands of time,
which sift through the cracking crystal glass?
I ask you sweet darling, should I stay?
Something Heaven
She kisses asleep the last blinks of sunlight,
ready now to be relieved of lonely hours
and retreat into the warmth of her secret paradise.
She lies contently on her bed of daises,
unaware of a million uncaught glances
and blind to my heart’s silent declarations.
She smiles as she begins to dream out loud,
bringing the light back in to a pain distant past
and forces the dark eyes out of the shadows.
She’s not afraid of putting her heart on the line here,
learning to fly again on her angelic wings
and journeying back to a sweet new beginning.
I just hope I don’t blink and send her back to dreams;
I’ll just steal a kiss from her perfect tender lips
and reveal the love buried deep within my modest spirit.
ready now to be relieved of lonely hours
and retreat into the warmth of her secret paradise.
She lies contently on her bed of daises,
unaware of a million uncaught glances
and blind to my heart’s silent declarations.
She smiles as she begins to dream out loud,
bringing the light back in to a pain distant past
and forces the dark eyes out of the shadows.
She’s not afraid of putting her heart on the line here,
learning to fly again on her angelic wings
and journeying back to a sweet new beginning.
I just hope I don’t blink and send her back to dreams;
I’ll just steal a kiss from her perfect tender lips
and reveal the love buried deep within my modest spirit.
Fall in Mine
She’s gliding down the highway,
stepping on that broken line.
She wanted to show heaven,
it was not yet her time.
She stopped and came upon a man,
who hadn’t yet been born.
She couldn’t see behind the scars
the face that had been torn.
She cried 1,000 tears upon his eyes,
begging him to see.
It was then I lost the heart,
to say that man was me.
I watched her fly away, defeated,
and I got back in my car.
I had loved her long ago,
and have not strayed that far.
The engine hummed loud and low
and I left the road behind.
I sent a prayer up to her,
so not to be unkind.
She loved him enough to ignore and stay,
and I’m giving all not to go away.
My soul’s being driven,
but destiny’s disguised.
The truth used to be so young and deep,
but I’m finding comfort in this little sleep.
She never falls outside her line,
and never makes a sound.
But I know if she ever does come down,
baby doll can always fall in mine.
I stopped by to have a bite,
at the same routine café.
Rhonda was a friend of mine
that let me have my own way.
I couldn’t quite remember
just how to say good night,
So I closed tight the blinds
and forced away the light.
The morning brought the stars
and I headed right back out.
I caught myself wondering
what this sin is all about.
The radio talked softly,
but the words weren’t so mild.
They kept bringing up tomorrow
and murdering my child.
Where have all the world’s angels gone,
it’s what’s got me singing this song.
People have given up on good loving,
and think in terms of army shelling.
God's to busy designing devil costumes,
to stop us from rebelling.
But when heaven falls out empty
and hell becomes the time,
We’ll all need a place to keep ourselves,
so baby, we can all keep in mine.
I pulled off that gravel road
because sleep was soon to hit.
The marching bells of comet toils
kept my trailer cool and lit.
I had a dream explode in my head,
one that kept coming back.
It had a good and tenderness,
some perfect it did not lack.
The weather held out for one day
and the church was stainless white.
That dress gleamed off her,
she sure was a sight.
She sailed up that long aisle
the angels flied in free.
It was then my heart turned it off
to hide it wasn’t me.
She loved him enough to ignore and stay,
and I’m giving all not to go away.
My soul’s being driven,
but destiny’s disguised.
The truth used to be so young and deep,
but I’m finding comfort in this little sleep.
She never falls outside her line,
and never makes a sound.
But I know if she ever does come down,
baby doll can always fall in mine.
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