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If I Were A Song

My heart would lay down the type of bass line
that makes you want to tap your feet,
my steps would create a third dimension of sound
causing a sudden need to let go of your insecurities and dance.
my soul would create a simple melody
reminiscent of a perfect midsummer day
and my words would hold the secretes of life
hidden in-between the lyrical verses.
The chorus would be made of my face;
the color of my eyes, the shades of my skin,
the pulp of my lips, the tiniest sunshine freckle.
A guitar riff of regrets, a piano solo of sacred memories,
There wouldn’t be a note too high to hit
since my song would be one for the masses
a song that everyone could relate to
yet no one could compare to its sound;
it would be a genre all of its own.

But you see, I don’t have to be a song
because my life is a symphony.
It’s already made up of music and rhythm
Every day is a new verse, every night a chorus
every step a new note, every year marks a new movement.
Each person in my life is a different instrument
helping build an opus of optimism, arranging the colors of my aura
without them I would be nothing more than a troubadour
wondering the streets alone.
So the bass line is still beating an undertone of gratitude
for those who take the time to learn and build up my symphony
thank you
thank you
thank you for your love.
thank you
thank you
thank you for your time.
thank you

Change/Nothing

I asked for change
but all I got was copper
I asked for change
and in return found only loneliness
yet I can’t find hope, honesty, morals
I can’t find maturity
and I don’t need coins
I don’t need copper or nickel
and I especially don’t need a quarter
what I do need is twenty five reasons to take you back
can I have some change?
can I please have some change?
can I have some God damn change?
can I have some change?
or will we live another day apart
pretending we mean nothing to each other
do we mean nothing?
are we nothing?
is there nothing of our love?
I know it was troubled but is it now impossible and full of limits?
a love once without boundaries is now a memory hushed and locked away
as if we were nothing
NOTHING
But you are not nothing
you are the ink and the paper
you are the plastic and the inspiration
but you are not my love (anymore)
you are lust and candy
and you are the salty air
but you are not my love
I am the hand and the words
I am the thought and the mind
but I am not everything you think me to be
I am passion and lemon
and I am the ocean
but I am not everything you think me to be
you are not my love anymore
you are not my everything
but you are the ink and the paper
you are the copper and the nickel
and all I need is a little change

can I have some change?
can I have some change?

Mirage

you are the ink and the paper
you are the plastic and the inspiration
but you are not my love (anymore)
you are lust and candy
and you are the salty air
but you are not my love
I am the hand and the words
I am the thought and the mind
but I am not everything you think me to be
I am the passion and lemon
and I am the ocean
but I am not everything you think me to be
you are not my love anymore
you are not my everything
but you are the ink and the paper

Life In A Box: Based On A True Story

I keep my past in a box
as if it’s something to be ashamed of
yet I find solace in my future
no matter how much angst can be found
between the pages of my history
which are now locked in the confounds of my mind
where your words still find a way through the keyhole
and keep me from getting sleep
you say you do not believe in sin and
yet you have been longing for forgiveness
for as long as I can remember
and I left our past on your doorstep
hit the gas and tried to leave it all behind
but the ghost of what once was
has taken new form and found its way back
just as I laughed my way to Rhode Island
in search of what my life will soon be
spitting out future plans easy as candy
from the neck of a child’s pez dispenser
like the building blocks of reality that
have been keeping us apart
in spite of all I would to say to you
we continue to communicate through
our persistent and very stubborn silence
broken only by typed words of remorse
and incomplete sentences of thankfulness
so now I’m looking for a way to make life
easy to carry with me
leaving me to keep it safe in a box

Fall Asleep

maybe if you were here with me
if your hand was in mine, if your arms were around me
if your breathe was tickling my neck
if your voice was whispering in my ear
if you weren’t just a thought but you were near
maybe if you were here with me
I could fall asleep with ease,
safe in your arms, warm in your heart