One More...

"...a recipe I long to taste"

For This Day's Listening Pleasure....

Reminds me of what Sixpence used to be...very sweet

Hooligan...

"...not until next time"

He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
And he said that he'd never, never do it again
And of course he won't (oh, not until the next time)

He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
And he swore that he'll never, never do it again
And of course he won't (oh, not until the next time)


Poor old man
He had an "accident" with a three-bar fire
But that's OK
Because he wasn't very happy anyway
Poor woman
Strangled in her very own bed as she read
But that's OK
Because she was old and she would have died anyway
DON'T BLAME


The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
Because he'll never, never, never, never, never, never do it again
(not until the next time)


Jury, you've heard every word
So before you decide
Would you look into those "Mother me" eyes
I love you for you, my love, you my love
You my love, you my love
Jury, you've heard every word
But before you decide
Would you look into those "Mother me" eyes
I love you for you my love, you my love
I love you just for you, my love
Don't blame


The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
Because he'll never, never do it again
And ...
"In the midst of life we are in death ETC."
Don't forget the hooligan, hooligan
Because he'll never, never do it again
And ...
"In the midst of life we are in death ETC."


ETC! ETC! ETC! ETC!
IN THE MIDST OF LIFE WE ARE IN DEATH ETC!
ETC! ETC! ETC! ETC!
IN THE MIDST OF LIFE WE ARE IN DEBT ETC!


Just will you free me ?
Will you find me ?
Will you free me ?
Will you find me ?
Will you free me, free me, free me, free me, free me, free me, free me ?
Jury will you free me ?
Will you find me ?
Will you free me ?
Will you find me ?
How will you find me, find me, find me, find me, find me, find me, find me ?
Oh ETC! ETC! ETC! ETC! ETC! ETC!
ETC! ETC! ETC! ETC!
IN THE MIDST OF LIFE WE ARE IN DEBT ETC!
Oh ... oh ...

I Still Believe...



Her when she says "I love you" even when she doesn't show it all the time.  I still believe that when she holds my hand she's happy mine is the one she gets to hold.  I still believe that when tears stream down her face they're not the crocodile kind.  I still believe her when she says "I care" and cups my face in her hands with the affection of someone dear...and close.  I still believe in love...I still believe in her...I have seen just enough to know that it's all still true...

One day the scales will fall and all will be clear.  One day I'll get to keep an embrace.  One day I'll be who I said I would be and one day...I will have my joy

Jaded and alone...I still believe...

La Flor Del Frio...

Noche en Londres, besos furtivos
tal vez, sois como niños
tal vez, ya descubrís, juegos prohibidos
y hartos de la luna, sentís
por vez primera soledad.

Buscáis la flor del frío
voláis lejos de aqui
hurgando en el dolor
soñáis.

En esa casa de Camden Town
viven dos clandestinos al acecho del amor
-!son esos dos!
señalaban los gobiernos
con la misma mano del crimen
que hoy os da el perdón.

Vuestros versos ya no importan
y no importa quién fue quién
una lápida al escándalo
y esa sórdida pared en Camden Town.

Lejos de aqui
soñáis huyendo del dolor
y lloráis con la flor del frio.

I Just Had To Steal This!!!! LOL

Sometimes
... when you cry ... no one sees your tears... Sometimes... when
you are in pain... no one sees your hurt... Sometimes... when you
are worried.... no one sees your stress...Sometimes ... when you are
happy ... no one sees your smile ......But just try masturbating on
a bus one time & see how much friggin attention you get. Can you pick me up
from the police station?

Indifference...

The dive...just a bee hive filled with honey.  Loss of money and wasted time has me thanking crime I don't need to work for this sh*t.  Makes me think I've blown it.  If only I'd known it maybe I would've done different...maybe not.  Spilt milk curdled, the blonde, the brunette now hurdled doesn't mean sh*t without flame.  It's all just the same.  The same that came for me when I thought to feel the real and found empty.  So if here is a cry for plenty then why oh why call this "indifference" on my pieces list?  Because maybe I no longer give a sh*t if you walk or sit, swallow or spit...if you stick around...or even quit.  Maybe I'm just over it...

We met...

Soft spoken, kind hearted...genuine.  Stunningly gorgeous...a sight to see.  The kind of woman you marvel at.  Not so much from her beauty but because when you look into her eyes, there is evidence of an infinite well of strength.  A well that houses answers for almost any problem.  A well filled by tears that have endured too many winters.  This is the most amazing part of her and what's even more amazing...she doesn't see it fully yet.  Those eyes have drawn me in from the very beginning and now I understand why.  I know to appreciate a woman of strength but when she is strong AND tempered...she becomes a force to be reckoned with.  Way more than a pretty face, a body and a mouth...she is...beautiful

After knowing her for quite some time...we just met today...I'm good with that :-)

To mimic...

What does this word mean in the essence of sharing, caring or need?  It means more than you think...especially when it comes to me.  I was in a situation where I expected my partner to mimic my love and surrender.  It didn't happen...lesson f*ckin learned.  Put your best foot forward and let it be seen as such.  If you get no response...proudly move the f*ck on. 

As for me, I want what I want...not what I need.  Needs in this area are not an issue for me so if I want you, there must be something inside that draws me to you...no bullsh*t.  If I show interest in you it's not for the reasons most boys have.  I have interest in you...in all that you are.  I have no delusions of grandeur.  I won't draw every woman's interest but I can sure draw their attention.  For me, that's more than enough to make decisions.  Decisions I base on responses to the truth of me, not an act, not a trick...the truth of me.   The good, the bad and the ugly.  If you hear all that and still find me worthy...let me see it.  I promise you...you will never see anything like my response to that ever again...from anyone.

I will always hold a separate chapter in the book of your life.  Why?  Because no matter how many different characters I write about...in my book, you will always have one of your own.

I wanted you before the pictures, before the phone calls...before anything you thought cinched the deal.  I saw what I saw and I got smitten...this is who I am.  Take it or leave it...

Scars...

I write tonight about a subject that has had me in a state of limbo...scars.  There are wounds of our past that heal just fine but there are some that leave behind a little bit of an ugly reminder of what we went through.  That scar is there for life and it becomes something that eventually defines you.  It enables the "tweaking" of character to turn you into more or less of what you were before the trauma...before the "event".

For my part, I fall heavy for the scarred.  The internally deformed whether by choice or chance...I fall hard.  I relate and we speak the same language.  The language of experience that toughens skin.  They let me know I have a partner...an equal.  Why?  because I carry many myself...old ones and new ones I see forming with every passing day.  There is one I see forming that makes me too ugly to stay with.  It is grotesque and shows weakness.  It is the idea that I will never go as far with you as you'd like.  I will never be "boyfriend", "husband" or anything close.  I will just be Moe.  Someone you can share an experience with if the heart is where it should be.  To come like a passing breeze that smells like springtime...and then it's gone.  This is my new scar.

Am I looking to get it "fixed" so I can have a normal relationship?  No, not me.  I've come to accept the limitations of emotional surgery...I will find a way to live with this without the lonliness and empty that usually comes with it.

I'm workin on it...