around this time every year i get this incredible urge to write something for some sort of publication. there are those easy-to-get-into publications, such as anything from poetry.com, and once upon a time they were enough to suffice. now... i need to get some of my artwork together so i can scan it and get my book set up. i nearly have all the text editing done. all it will take now is the art... then i have very simple means to produce my small paperback book. i love my work discount. perhaps i will get a few made for christmas as additions to gifts.
for now i'm just going to post a couple on here
Everything But You
So what if I want it all, all at once?
What do you think of that?
What do I think of that? (It doesn't matter)
Why did I think of that? (I don't know)
Frankly, those thoughts don't interest me.
But I did, and I do. (Did think, do want)
So I'll walk down the street where we were,
And once again want everything, all we had,
And know at the same time, I can't have it.
So, I'll keep walking down the street,
Until I get thoroughly lost,
Until I find someone, or maybe just a line to follow,
To trust, to love as much as I did you. Then maybe,
Just maybe I'll be able to have it all, all at once,
Like I did with you. No not with you,
Without you, everything but you,
And then I'll have to ask again.
What if I want it all, all at once?
Midnight Sunburn
in the middle of a sun-baked
winter midnight
that's so cold it sears
i see the face of God
and it burns me
like fire all through my veins
like that song i hear
the one that's given all
by the little
red-haired chick on stage
singing about freedom
and acceptance
and love "as is"
i'd take you as is
to fuel my soul
take that ingenious dive
right into the pavement
get my feet wet
like the child that's gone
jumping in mud puddles
getting yelled at
for getting my clothes dirty
dirty's no good 'cause
Jesus will save
but not when i'm high
and not when i sin
and get sunburn
on a winter midnight
where everyone's singing
about what's "right"
and telling me the sun can't shine
at midnight in winter
i say. just
perhaps if you're special enough, you'll get to see my collected works as a finished product. that would make me incredibly happy.
night!
for now i'm just going to post a couple on here
Everything But You
So what if I want it all, all at once?
What do you think of that?
What do I think of that? (It doesn't matter)
Why did I think of that? (I don't know)
Frankly, those thoughts don't interest me.
But I did, and I do. (Did think, do want)
So I'll walk down the street where we were,
And once again want everything, all we had,
And know at the same time, I can't have it.
So, I'll keep walking down the street,
Until I get thoroughly lost,
Until I find someone, or maybe just a line to follow,
To trust, to love as much as I did you. Then maybe,
Just maybe I'll be able to have it all, all at once,
Like I did with you. No not with you,
Without you, everything but you,
And then I'll have to ask again.
What if I want it all, all at once?
Midnight Sunburn
in the middle of a sun-baked
winter midnight
that's so cold it sears
i see the face of God
and it burns me
like fire all through my veins
like that song i hear
the one that's given all
by the little
red-haired chick on stage
singing about freedom
and acceptance
and love "as is"
i'd take you as is
to fuel my soul
take that ingenious dive
right into the pavement
get my feet wet
like the child that's gone
jumping in mud puddles
getting yelled at
for getting my clothes dirty
dirty's no good 'cause
Jesus will save
but not when i'm high
and not when i sin
and get sunburn
on a winter midnight
where everyone's singing
about what's "right"
and telling me the sun can't shine
at midnight in winter
i say. just
perhaps if you're special enough, you'll get to see my collected works as a finished product. that would make me incredibly happy.
night!
seriously, these are precious. you don't fumble. each word is chosen, precise. and so delicate. it's you. beautiful.
I can't wait to buy your book. I can only imagine what others you have in store for us.