Intenseloveacceptabletravelism
Decided...
Scene 1 (years earlier)
Years of indecision
Ended in an instant
My life in third revision
Starting in the present
Touching everything I've owned
Importing their very essence
Of each and every feeling they borne
History rearing it's very presents
Boxed and placed on an empty truck
My very existence held in transit
That is when the melancholy struck
Walking out this door would be a heroic bit
On the other side of town a lady waited
Patiently for me and for me to decide
That my wild single passions were sated
And to face and enjoy life by her side
I fired up that truck, my heart, soul and mind
Pointed them carefully to the other side of town
Arriving at a place, I knew, true love I would find
Truly amazed at the acceptance I had found.
Act I Part I
The Stage of Life
I fell in love with the director.
Our relationship perfectly scripted in her head...
My role dictated, my character regulated
all I ever wanted was a forever love...
I threw out the script
and played my part true...
Ad libing my sweet little ass off.
The show was a hit!
and people cheered...
but we were through.
. . .
Act I... Part II
I am now a free agent...
See the passion in my eyes?
See the sexy style of my soul?
Give me a part to play...
hand me a script,
and I will play it true
my way.
But, please,please, make it a forever gig.
rlm '07
Act I... Part III
The Horse Trader
The pounding reins
Of yesterday’s tears
Lead me down
The dreary road of today
The joy I once found
Gazing into your eyes
Is hobbled by distance
And my faultering gait
Unbridled rides at dawn
a beautiful, insipid memory
Breakneck sprints in the dark
an aching need in the final strech
The rhythmic rhyme
of our ride in time
We won the race
but lost our place
Your crop too willing
my flanks too tender
Your mount is running,
full out, yet you ask for more
(unfinished) rlm
Act I Part IV (final act)
Of Tears and Candle Wax
My tears fuel the fire
deep within my heart
The sorrow in my soul
Of this life I tire
I have known my part
This world takes its toll
My tears do not come
On my cheeks they run
And me left a mere a husk of a man
Finding their way to my soul
leaving nowhere to stand
Not finding my role
far away from the sun
A single candle
lights my deep sorrow
A single idea...
I dread tomorrow
As a man...I stand
Naked to the pain.
rlm
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