User 2622's Stories

to the whims of butterflys

2008-09-25T16:38:44Z

To The Whims Of A Butterfly—
Her car just breaks…on the interstate
And she doesn’t know whats’ wrong
Shes’ running late for a hard won “date”
And can’t find a signal on her phone
Her hairs’ gone nuts from the passing trucks
Theres’ not a bathroom one in sight
The gas gauge is frozen thunder starts rollin’
Her last cigarette is useless without a light###
She screams that shes’ been cheated
Pulls her hair and punches air
Nearly broken and defeated
She whispers ‘life is so unfair’
Lays it all down at karma’s feet
Hearts denied and her white lies
Or maybe Gods’ just being mean
And she forgets the butterflies###
With a tiny flap in China
A stirr so lightly to the wind
In a puff of exotic pollen
The chain reaction does begin
A sneeze in Indonesia
Parts from shakin’ hands shipped to Japan
A gas gauge built half-hearted
Is shipped away to a foreign land###
He picks up a girl in the pouring rain
Looking frayed with tear stained eyes
His future bride met right there and then
Thanks to the whims…of a butterfly

jaded redemption

2007-08-14T15:12:50Z

two lovers lie breathless in silence
in a passion bliss where words lose room
beneath a blanket of diamon sequined sky
silhouetted by the glow of an autumn moon
the warmth of her cheek touches his heart
it skips a beat as she kisses his chest
in his arms, her salvation at last
her surrender, to easily confessed
hold fast please, gods of time and tide
dont let the sun burn the love away
hold the morning back for once
just once, dont let the horizons light betray
let her be my belief in something more to life
let him be my white knight sent down from above
dont let routine steal the want from lust
please let me trust myself enough to love
tomorrows may turn to what could have been
so let tonight be what can be now
fantacies fade in the mornings light
so to the night let our passions prowl…

superseded nastolgia 2

2007-08-02T16:24:55Z

and when he runs for the grocery store and you give chase and have to scorn him alittle
you truly and deeply understand now what your mother meant
“this hurts me more than it does you”,
are you being neurotic watching the door of his school for fifteen minutes
in the parking lot on “that” very first day
and if so lets not get into the reasons why you were also cring,
but he’s a good kid and he scored two points for his team at that last ball game
(go cougars!)
and he’s also got streight a’s and b’s on his report card,
you notice the girl thing happening now
and there’s a fine line between a talk and a lecture,
also when did you stop showing him fun things to do
and he start showing you?
well high school was not so bad
but he’s off to college and youre watching another door from a parking lot,
but you came prepaired with tissue this time….........

superseded nastolgia 1

2007-08-02T16:23:01Z

the fresh smell of a brand new baby,
blurry eyed and open mind to a wide world of “everything is amazing”,
can’t help but to hold his little hands and kiss his little feet,
the almost painfull love down in your chest
that chokes you when his first smile shines and you know this must be why God made heaven,
and your ears deft to the alarm clock for atleast a half an hour before
can now hear a yawn from thirty feet away,
gerber stains on a new shirt and that smile again
when he splashes around the tub and he finds his laughter,
wrapped and bowed around you soul,
you catch yourself watching him sleep for twenty minutes
so you get up and put the electrical outlet protectors every-where
and instal those tedious cabinet locks because he’s crawling now
and those first steps so monumentous for both of you came and went in a blink,
“I love you too” is usually just a retort for him busy with his tonka and g.i. Joe
but its a candle in the window for you

poor mans copyright

2007-08-01T15:25:25Z

i got one hand resting on a tumbler
the other loosely holds a pen
an unopened pack of cigarettes
welcome solace to my zen
ice hits the bottom of an empty glass
with an all too familiar clink
so when i swagger to the kitchen
to make myself another drink
i hit replay on my cd deck
van morrison saturates the air
got a page that needs some honesty
ill give as much as i can dare
at times it holds a giggle
or it may even shed a tear
this bourbons getting blurry
so its time to switch to beer
well ive written one and reworked two
and that will have to do it for the night
before i clean the ink from my right hand
ill post another poor mans copyright

standard contempt

2007-07-29T04:38:17Z

back behind shadows
alone in the dark
a wicked woman’s redemption
a gratuitous man’s depart
trapped in their reasons
lost to their friends
no room for sympathy
no time for amends
some make their assumptions
their accusations fly
two birds of a feather
living a reocurring lie
caught between lifestyles
to each of their own
laughing through guilt
hoping with song
love’s unforgivings
hate’s cold remarks
in fear pushed together
with ignorance pulled apart

grander visions

2007-07-20T14:43:42Z

she told him she was leaving
because her love had grown too old
she no longer felt the passion
his fires left her cold
he tried harder to convince her
we’ll make a brand new start
i’ll change my every anything
but please don’t break my heart
he always stood strong and proud
she couldn’t stand to see him cry
while holding back tears of her own
she said her last goodbye
and once she had gone
she left in him a void
he couldn’t find his reason
she’ld taken all his joy
so what was he to do
she’ld left him lacking pride
though he hadnt asked her yet
he hoped she would agree to be his bride
she truely loved him more today
but his future seemed so bright
she couldn’t force his hand in love
for the rest of both their lives
she knew he would stay forever true
even letting his dreams fail
his word had been her highest honor
and his heart had become his hell
as he choked back such a heavy pain
he put one bullet in his gun
and she moved back to her mothers
to begin preperations for their son

hitcher

2007-07-05T04:21:16Z

regret seems to carry more weight
in ever thinckening darkness of night
when the years of tears and fears revered
seem to force me further from the light
madness spreads out on that black top road
they signal and they let me get in
telling me stories, ever more gory
what the hell, we’ll never be friends
werent no writing songs or sing alongs
and the rider was not the desperate one
driver drive on i just want to get home
best figure out how to be sigmon and jung
men obsenely haunt, women subtley want
their reasons vary yet still its just the same
the hints light a spark in the late and the dark
its just gotten too hard to play that game
still sometimes i kick back
i remember the way my youth used to lean
you see joe cockers not the only one
who has the strangest dreams

dead kittens

2007-06-21T03:32:09Z

a kind boy without a father
the year was eight and single naught
sweet as baby kittens
so quickly being taught
six years of solid schooling
by more than one classroom full of bullies
bruises up and down his pride
and now he understands _so fully
spring was such a lonely day
when he’ld finally had enough
embrace the pain-theres’ the gain
that lets a young man find his tough
i don’t think i need to drag it out
‘cause we all know just what happened
a crazy “We Can’t Stop Him Now!”
and his nervous little brothers’ clappin’
twenty seven years have passed away
with _lots of cuts in blood and beer
and now the boy who loved new kittens
cant’ even shed a single tear

gold hush

2007-06-20T03:14:30Z

old man rufus tucker
lived on the dark side of cramerton ridge
was it the lack of light or his lonesome life
that made him say the things he did
everytime he came down from that mountain
held have the strangest stories to tell
be it gobblin graves, fairy parades
or the struggles between heaven and hell
some said a secret hides behind pale eyes
and they wanted the story untold
the tells he hashed were only a mask
because he bought his supplies with pure gold
the baker boys let out for that ridge
theyld make the old man give’em a share
they wont speak of that night of bone-chilling fright
or why the odd white streaks through their hair
now the old man and me became good friends
people just took it as a matter of fact
so no real surprise the day that he died
he left me some gold
and the deed…to his old moutain shack

second sight

2007-06-19T03:12:44Z

ive stolen diamonds from angels hearts
and used their tears to chill cheap wine
laughed loud in the face of my absolutions
somehow it seemed to pacify my mind
i wouldnt take the time to look to heaven
as i walked a tightrope over hell
my old man was so drunk and mean
so i chose to chase that lonesome trail
those roads seemed to wind to nowheres
i was thinking nowhere is what i need
where i drank so heavy of desire
and in my passions ild fully feed
i loved to feel her body there beside me
she knew i feared the quiet of the night
she said ive watched you burn so many bridges
i said yea but dont it make a pretty light
she gave love that taught me why God made heaven
its strange to feel ive got something i cant lose
and i just wonder if its time or her conviction
thats changed my point of view

novembers seduction...

2007-06-18T01:45:23Z

your breath on my neck
warms the chill from the night
cuddled in closeness
our instincts take flight
red wine, satin sheets
your eyes wonderous light
candle, slow music
all becon loves bite
rain taps on the window
our hunger is found
our thoughts escape fear
passions pulse leaps in bounds
our bodies press closer
seduction births tounge
night stills to listen
as we twine into one
our musk of desires
speaks louder than words
the cries of surrender
inscribe all that is heard
arduous, sensual
consumptive, intense
we rival the stars
with magic, loves lent
we’ve fostered strong fire
stoked life in cold embers
struck match to rare moment
this sweet night in november

unlikely serenity

2007-06-18T01:28:31Z

well well its you again
my dearly departed friend
you say youve seen enough of the other side
whats that! its not quaint serenity
and youre now afraid of infinity
you wish you hadnt been so gun-ho to die
my my how youve changed
from scared to deranged
you know now “life is but a dream”
so what do you want me to say
wanting you back is so cliche’
i guess that youve found “death is just a scream”
i know it sounds a little cold
but your visit grows old
just leave, cant you please let me be
whats that not alone!
im to see your new home
how did you become grim reaper for me?
—-—-—-—-—-—-
my father, my lover
hows my dear brother
have you pushed him to edge of his gentle mind
have you blackend his soul
is his heart thick and cold
i think ive gotten back with just enough time
youre a degradation to humanity
such incestrial insanity
take a DEEP ONE —cause thats your last breath
yes, it was suicide
but, you pushed me to die
so in my vengence ill drag you to death