Move

There's something about being in a city
I'm never sure exactly what it is
It isn't dark or light or clean or gritty;
It pulses; it may bubble; it must fizz
And every city's different on its own
In ways I cannot tangibly describe
I feel it when I walk the streets alone
And drink in all the sights I can imbibe
On every corner and in every step
There is a certain cadence that's unique
A kind of rhythm with distinctive pep
No other place can have. No place would seek.
For every city is itself, and will
Forever have its own percussion still.

Hmmm

Boredom brings
Certain worries
And it clings
In tight flurries
Evermore
Frustrating
Making sore
Deflating
Confidence
Surety
Common sense
All at sea
Until it
Has to quit.

Kiss

A not-so-timid yet still cautious kiss
Shared by two strangers on apartment stairs
Reminds me of the happiness I miss
And yet their inner joy rebuffs my cares
For I remember that my loving shares
Their free and easy confluence of smiles
Which flows from them into the world, and bears
Away all worries. So across the miles
Between my love and me, I know there files
A course of love swept in a massive stream
That carves new canyons and oblique defiles
Across the mental landscape like a dream
And we are blessed by having such a love
To be by such a sight reminded of.

May

The city green and darkened by the rain
The sky a bluish white behind cloud cover
I feel alive again. This keeps me sane
Despite the absence of my distant lover
For in a paradise of brown and green
What sadness can remain that can't be born?
I feel the love of nature in the scene,
Banishing despair with growing scorn,
Tinging the very air with such a tingle
That deadened boughs would feel themselves alive
Allowing water, earth, and air to mingle
Sparking the fire that will gyre and strive;
For in this climate all will bloom and rise
And any sorrow from this beauty flies.

Erm

Patience never was my thing
I always try to rush along
Unless my nerves with tension sing
And rushing forward just feels wrong;
Then I waver and I wait
But not with patience, no, not that.
Then I am a reprobate
For whom existence all feels flat
And only action can give sense
Except that this has been denied
Without a form of recompense
And so I in my quaver hide
Feeling unfortunate but slow
And letting everything else go.

12:34

Whenever the clock reads such and such
I think of how things ought to be
How I adore you oh so much
And how we could be so happy
There was a time I wistfully
Would watch the numbers tick on by
But now I know that you love me
And so I do not have to sigh
Instead I use that time to try
To give good vibes to what we do
And spend a moment thinking why
It is that I'm in love with you
And all the time I'm thinking of
The reason I increase my love.

Walks

When I am walking and a little thought
By even long and winding ways might lead
Past recollections of what life has brought,
Or what the future might in good hope breed,
Past other dreams and odd, assorted ends
Collected from the doings of the day
Not just my own, but those of family, friends,
And mere acquaintances along the way,
Past plans and wishes, jokes and sadder things,
Through all I am, and all that I may be
To you, however reached, such fresh joy springs
Into my heart, that I will suddenly
Stop in midstep and smile, and softly sigh
Then turn and kiss you when you ask me why.

Rightly

I belong with you like beach and sea
Like rock and lizard stretched to feel the sun
Like action and ensuing entropy
Like null exponents that must equal one.
You and I are like deuterium
Bound by a force exceeding other powers
Or Rome at height of its imperium
Where every road we take leads back to ours.
Together we can do the greatest deeds
And in the process find contentment too
Lilies that fester may smell worse than weeds
But we are daily freshened like the dew
As every day I spend with you expands
The love and joy contained within our bands.

Greek Love

Life without you is not pointless, no;
The point of it is obvious to me:
Finding you. Were I to suddenly
Be ripped from you, I'd search out to and fro
To seek what I once had, and I would know
No less a burning purpose within me
Than sent the Greeks across the winedark sea
To seek out Helen when they brought Troy low.
Ten years would be a moment in my quest,
Easily spent, as easily again
'Til like Odysseus I found my rest
Back in your arms, where I belonged. For then
Life's point would be, not to relocate you
But love and cherish everything you do.

Dystopian

Imagine that the world is full of fear
(Frankly that takes little imagination)
And that the governments refuse to steer
The rudder of each sovereign, complete nation
Out of collision courses with its fellows
(Again I doubt that this could be too hard).
Imagine now a magic wand that mellows
The hearts of those who have the peace disbarred
And brings a certain calm between the states.
Would this be good? Or would that calm in turn
Attract the evil kept inside that waits
For man to be relaxed, and which will burn
The world around his ears when he's asleep?
What demons does fear trap within the deep?