Salty

I don’t know if you’d be with me
All I know is when I’m with you I feel salty
I’d really like if you’d be with me
Don’t know if it’d end in tragedy
But I know it would be one good story
You make me feel like life in the sea
I can’t imagine sinking when you’re with me
Only because I feel so crazy, savory, salty
You make me happy
An I know there are some things you don’t like
All I have to say is I’d go to the moon for you
So those things are just the least I could do
Just to know I’d share a time with you
As I’ve learned to be salt and light
I’ve seen that flavor in some strangers
Never behind the eyes of one quite like you
The words you say, you make me laugh
You make me a better man
By thought, by talk, by proximity
The way you make me feel, let’s go be salty
Like two people should be
Happy, you and me

Burning Free

Every person wants something
Fill that hole in me
We all want this something
Oh Lord save me
From this hole… in my chest

Gonna see your body is burning
Like Abrahams Son’s
Gonna see your soul is yearning
For the Holy one

Come on people lets go
To the mountain top
Come on people we’re climbing
Now we can’t stop
Let’s go… let’s go

Gonna see your body is burning
Like Abrahams Son’s
Gonna see your soul is yearning
For the Holy one

There’s a feeling, a feeling
welling up in me
I can feel it, I feel
It’s gonna set me free
Free to be, free to be

Gonna see your body is burning
Like Abrahams Son’s
Gonna see your soul is yearning
For the Holy one

I thought, I thought
I would feel the pain
Now my whole life
Will wash away with the rain
But now I see,
You’ve set me free

No paying by the flame
There’s no acid in the rain
Only a tree soaked in blood
That price… is paid by the son

Intrepid Dancers

Intrepid dancers
Move to the music
The hands they meet
The inclinations guide
And the man leads a woman
But he needs her to know him
He needs her to know him
She thinks he’s crazy
He knows she’s everything
He ever wanted
A man can’t dance without a woman
And he loves to dance
Oh how he loves to dance
He’s seen the world
Though it’s inside her heart
He wants to hide
She makes his soul swirl inside
And he’d die to know
Where her heart lie
Only she
Can make him forever fly
And so only they
Know what love lie
Between their hips
Just as feet turn
And hands fly
And when it ends
The fingers cry
To clutch such depths again
A couple dancers
Life can’t pry
Without each other
They’d surely die

Landing

I sipped my slightly diluted coffee that came as the providence of whatever airline I was now travelling with, and let out a light sigh. What an odd dream, it seemed so real. I guess I’m not in college anymore; apparently I was mile high courtesy of Air France, I thought as a looked down at the napkin underneath my cup. What was I doing here? I looked up and realized the stewardess was handing out customs cards. I received mine and was informed via the Captain’s intercom that we would shortly be landing in London.
Beginning to fill it out, I realized that the card required an address of destination. This raised a new question, where was I going? This didn’t really seem all that important to me, but I knew I didn’t want to be deported so I had to come up with something. “Think, Jack… Think.” I tapped on the pull down tray for a moment as I pondered my options. What did I have on me? I pulled out my wallet. I found several hundred British pound notes, some fifties and a couple of twenties… Why so much cash? I removed the cash, I’d be a sitting duck for a pickpocket I thought, as I separated it and put it in my two front pockets and some in my sock, placing a single fifty back in my wallet.
Okay so my little problem was still not solved, where was I going? I had a drivers license, from Virginia, I pulled it out, hmm, organ donor, interesting, not too useful… bingo! A few business cards behind it, this could be the ticket I needed. What do we have?
The first was my own card, didn’t say what business, just my name, my cell number and the address to an apartment in Alexandria. I must work from home, rings a bell, although I still can’t remember what the heck it is I do, but it’s good to remember where I’m from. I placed that card aside with my license.
What else to we have, a card from a publishing house in London, there was an address and the name of a man, Nick R. Laudman. That’s right I’m a writer, my blogs full of poetry and adventures bumming around the US had been gaining readership and this guy wanted to meet me to discuss some ideas and possibly offer me a contract.
I quickly placed the card adjacent to the customs form and used this gem to fill in the details chuckling to myself; I’m probably supposed to meet with this man when I land. I’m not going to meet with anyone, at least not yet. I think I’ll have a night out, plenty of money to work with, if I was careful I could get on for a few days with absolutely no problems, I’m in London, why not go see what adventure the city had to offer.
I had never been to Europe or the UK, if this was going to be my first time it wasn’t going to be a dry meeting with some bore from a publishing house. I determined not to pick up my luggage, to avoid a potential run in with whoever was supposed to meet me at the airport. Yes, I thought to myself, for some reason I still can’t remember much, but I think I’ll take a couple of days and we will see what the streets of London have to offer while I ponder my purpose here.

Honey From the Hive and a Choice Made in Time

Vital signs, the pulse prances on
Like a sailors song, life rolls along
A man must believe
In such a happiness as he might conceive
If he wants to contrive
Of the sweet sweet honey
That comes from the hive
A sweet drool, a slow drip
Must ignore the crack of the wicked whip
All the evil that sand might supply
Only the power to wash away time
The coal man goes on with a happy hand
Mapping his woes on the banjo’s strands
Sorrow finds even the best of man
Will it beset his life’s trended stand?
A woman may work by the river all her days
Never even see the beauty in its winding ways
At one time black and white seemed brand new
The truth is grey is a timeless hue
Once the lively colors drain away
What days do your screens defend?
Will the wonder out way the wallow?
Do we live like we are alive?
Is our happiness too hard to swallow?
On through our numbered days
Beyond grey we must strive
Though a moment may be seeping with sorrow
Similar to a sandwich at the general store
Happiness is a choice made to order
True happiness is wrapped in time.
Do you believe in the honey?
Is that steady drip still alive?

Woman Breeze

You’re such a crazy woman
You’re gonna ruin that dress you’re wearing
With those bare feet through the water
Imagine the heals you're sparing
I’d let you light up my world
But you just might be to pretty for me

Ashley Ann Julietta
You’ve got a name like day gone by
And those pink pearly cheeks
They match the sparkle in your eye

I’ll go down to the river ‘n wade with you
Then sit on the banks and look at the sky
Thinking might be the wrong thing to do
But in these moments I ponder why
Are the heaven’s and I still a little bit blue?
I fill my lungs let out a settled back sigh
These times make me wonder
Is it true that man can’t really fly?

Ashley Ann Julietta
You’ve got a name like day gone by
And those pink pearly cheeks
They match the sparkle in your eye

When you’ve found the perfect catch
You didn’t even cast a line
Most don’t bother to wonder
If they’re even worth such a find
A sort of catch like that
I doubt it’s meant to reach past time
At least I’ll always remember
We sure did have a really good time