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Thursday, June 5, 2025

2005: My Life In Poetry Form - Throwback Thursday

 


This is a recurring series featuring five poems all written within the same calendar year. They capture a sense of what my life and mind were like at a certain age and show the evolution of my life, mind, and writing style. We return to 2005. I was 27 years old. An important relationship evolved, changed, and ultimately ended during this year. Love, a brief engagement, and a tumble into despair. This all heavily affected my writing.
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Casual


There’s a question I need to ask you.
You have to promise not to answer.
There’s a question I need to ask of you, 
when the time comes that I see you next.
You can answer without words if you like, 
orange lakes of fire in the sky.

How can I plead my case, when it’s right there in my face?
Show me, how those boots strap so high.
Tell me where your hair got that style.
Tell me why each second goes a mile.
Flesh on flesh harmony for a little while.

There’s a problem I have, but I don’t want you to solve it.
Don’t want attachment, just want satisfaction.
There’s something I need to show you, 
you have to promise not to look.
There’s something I need to give you, promise not to give it back.

How does it get so hot, nothing left to cover the spot.
Silence the foreign tongue for a while.
Show me how the low can get me high.
Tell me why I’ve got to find you again.
Show me how my heart can stop when you begin.

How can I walk away, when you know just what to say?
Show me how the cinnamon shimmers like that.
Friction dancing, champagne bottles broken on the floor.
Do we clean it up or let it ride some more?
Quick romancing, mirror filled with eyes at the door.

Tell me how you learned all her lines.
Tell me how someone can change but still stay the same.
There’s a question I need to ask you, 
and I know you’ve got the answer.
Show a few tricks, juices flow and mix,
there’s a feeling but it’s let go, it’s all just for kicks.
There’s a question I need to ask of you, how did it last so long?
There’s a place I need to take you, the last line of a song.
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Philosophy


A lot of people these days are living their lives in their own ways. They tell me not to make waves, get in line and accept your fate like an urban slave. I have seen the top of the mountain lying below sea level. I thought I had known emotion in the past, it was just a sneeze to this earthquake of today. It's a shame that when you find paradise not everyone can come with you. When the forest you're in becomes an ocean all you can do is sail through. When familiar words are no longer heard, in whatever form they take I'll remember the meanings are still the same. There are so many leaders you'd like to worship but you've only enough time to serve one. So many roads may lead you away, always remember where you came from.

One life, one love, one path I'm walking on. One heart, one soul, choose wisely when you give them away. One mind, think for yourself, one hope rises above all else. One body, don't abuse it, self-respect, never lose it. Hold on to your faith and the beliefs that you choose. One life, all your own, I don't know what else there is when it's gone. One love, it's always all that matters. All you need is to one time get it right, and love will love you forever.
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What Are You Looking For?


What are you looking for? When you look in my eyes what is it that you want to see? Are you afraid you might see a reflection in me? When I tell you how I love you is that much too much to believe? Even though I don't have much money, what I have I'll give to you. Even though my strength is weakening, I'll scale every wall you want me to. What are you looking for when you look at me? Is it fear we have passed the point of no return with all those signs unseen? Is it the piece of you that is missing, replaced with part of me? All I am is in love with you, all I have is because of you.

What is it that women want? Why is it so hard to put my finger on? I think I find the key to your heart and there you go changing the lock. I feel my heartbeat sounding more like a ticking clock. Playing the waiting game until we both feel the same. Don't I love you right? Don't I help you sleep at night? You are the queen of my small world. Don't I show you you're the only girl, that I could ever give my heart to? What are you hiding from? When love is wrong and loneliness is the prison you call home. What are we fighting for? I laid down my guns and surrendered the moment I saw your face. Some people may call it crazy because they haven't found anything like this love that saved me. It's okay, they see it their way, it's the only way they have a beautiful day. What are you looking for? All you'll ever need is here. Promises are weak, proof happens through the years, when you look up so long from now and I am still here. You won't have to look anymore.
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Wrong Way Home


Don't be afraid when I'm driving the wrong way on the highway. I find the way home my way. Don't shiver in fear if the light disappears. Sometimes I find my way better in the darkness. Don't turn and run if at times life isn't fun. We may have lived a hundred years but we've only just begun.
Don't cry if I don't weep, don't scream if I don't speak.

If some days I seem far away remember I still love you more than words can say. When there are times I can't lay it on the line, wait on me girl 'cause I'll be fine. Only you can wake me from this dream, sleeping but not as lost as I seem. Just making my backwards way, wrong side of the highway, same trip different day.

Don't be afraid if I take my thoughts and run and hide.
Sometimes what I'm keeping should stay inside.
Don't worry if I step to the ledge, check the winds with my finger and think of a backstroke to the ground. Don't think I've gone over the edge, losing the things I wish made me a bigger man, dreaming of the simple wish that the child keeps alive. Driving the wrong side of the highway, looking toward the sky maybe it's the only way. Don't walk if I can't run, don't break down if at times life isn't fun. We may have lived a thousand years before but we've only just begun. If some days I seem so far away, remember I still love you more than words can say. Only you can wake me from this dream, sleeping but not as lost as I seem.
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Thursday, January 30, 2025

2005: My Life In Poetry Form - Throwback Thursday

 


This is a recurring series featuring five poems all written within the same calendar year. They capture a sense of what my life and mind were like at a certain age and show the evolution of my life, mind, and writing style. This is 2005. I was 27 years old. An important relationship evolved, changed, and ultimately ended during this year. Love, a brief engagement, and a tumble into despair. This all heavily affected my writing.
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Baby Blue


All the running that I do now, every moment I remember somehow. I know your time might be far away but there's a glimpse of a face when I hope and pray. All the wrongs are pushed away, what is right in the world will show me the way. When I first hear your voice I'll know everything is okay. So many things I thought I needed but now I know none of it's true. I keep the faith and wait patiently to meet you baby blue. Everything that meant so much means nothing compared to you.

All the strength I thought I'd built, a well of hope that no water could fill. Those emotions not seen, I try to hide, but your eyes see past that, my walls crumble inside. I know your beauty comes from the other side, but I know you're mine from your blue eyes. Can you see yourself in me, 'cause I see me in you. You make me feel all the man I should be, your love will get me through. When the world gets crazy, your soul may be the only thing that remains true. I take my punches and walk the miles of life to come home to you my baby blue. Everything that meant so much means nothing compared to you.
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Muse

She’s got a strength that holds me up.
She’s got a softness that lets me in.
She’s got two eyes that can see me, 
and two ears that hear me.
There’s a mind that frees me, a heart that heals me.
My knees still get weak when I see her, just like the first time, every time I still need her.
I can never see myself, without her by my side,
I could never be myself if I never let her inside.

She’s got a way of speaking to me, 
in any language she gets through to me.
She knows just how to touch me, 
when I try to hide she reaches me.
She’s got two arms to squeeze me, 
lips sent here to release me.
She won’t be told, not too shy or too bold,
she’s the fountain of youth when I’m feeling old.
My heart still skips beats like the first time,
last time, every time, she’s the world and all life means.
My heart can never beat on its own, 
frozen still when I’m alone,
she’s the inspiration, in her I have grown.

She is my dream, she can have my soul,
she’s got a love that can find me when I am all alone.
She is the world, the sun in my sky, she is the answer before the question is known.
She’s got a strength that keeps me going, and shy enough to let me come to her.
She’s got to ask sometimes, the feelings that I keep inside, but she always knows I adore her, 
do anything for her.
She gets quiet sometimes, got to pull her out when she tries to hide, but she always knows I’ll come for her, can’t go on without her.
She’s got a strength that builds me up, and a softness that lets me in, a smile that gives goose bumps on my skin.
My knees still get weak when I see her, just like the first time, every time I still need her.
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Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like I've said all there is to say. As if the best path to the future runs through yesterday. Sometimes I feel like these feelings no longer speak to me. I build up tidal waves but it no longer makes sense to me. What good is emotion without feeling? It's like love without a heart, going halfway there and crawling back to the start. Sometimes I feel like my ink has run dry. I know what lies inside, but words can't escape my mind. Sometimes my life feels reversed. All that was bad really was the good, and the good wasn't real because it felt better than it should. Sometimes I feel like I've loved the best I can. I have given away all my heart and soul, nothing left but to borrow some before I get too old. I feel like I've already gone to the mountaintop, from here all I can do is go down. Sometimes I feel like I've taken all I can. I'm a fragile flower stripped bare by the wind, now nothing looks the same as when I did begin. But someone always picks up a seed and plants me all over again. Sometimes happens all the time when you find you've spent all your time wasting time. Sometimes I feel that at anytime this could all fall into place, or crash and burn and take a lifetime to erase. Sometimes I don't recognize my own face, sometimes I look too familiar and need to shake up my snow globe and see what shape it forms. Sometimes I feel the sun is too hot, but it's only because I've passed through all the storms.
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White Stretch 21


Swirling liquids, mixing signs, white stretch job, king of the prom. Knock me over, underneath that dress, kiss on the shoulder, tongue the bottleneck. Can I be the hero? Champion for just one night? Can I break the mold? Gripping the porcelain tight? Dance floor princess can I ride your pony tonight? Pop the cherry, pop the cork, bloodshot surprise, turn the page, add a number, raindrops sound like thunder. Space between dreams is a merry-go-round. Find the door, stuck on the floor, wishes echoing off the ground. Stop my thoughts, turn off my mind, beat the war dance, oil and water lost inside. Master's fallen, keys don't fit the lock, long night's calling, tick tock, tick tock. Spin the tires, bones like jelly, tip me over, spill me all over myself, fill me up some more. Can I have a hand for swimming back to shore? Got my newfound awakening, now nothing's as it seems, got my bottle cap crown, the king is dead long live the dream.
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