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Perhaps, Never Apart

Perhaps, Never Apart

You are one of the greatest,
most extraordinary people in my life because
Romeo had Juliet and Sonny had Cher
Ozzie had Harriet always there
Hitchcock's silhouette, Green eggs and ham
Scarlet had Rhett - but I give a damn

Bonnie had Clyde until the day they died
Clark had Lois, but I can't seem to fly
Baskin and Robbins
Batman and Robin, but we've got nothing to hide
Amos and Andy, Bugs and Daffy
Jekyll, he always had Hyde

Cleopatra and Mark, Lewis and Clark
Frankenstein's frightening bride
Tom had jerry, they fought but we know
They knew alone they were nothing so deep inside

Those two on the Titanic, who swore to never let go
They'd never let go until the other died
Huckleberry and Jim, he's not a nigger to him
Forrest and Jenny, Barbie and Ken
Peaches and Cream, livin' in sin
J-Lo had Puffy, someone else, then Ben

Kermit had Piggy, and I'm not calling you fat
Laverne had Shirley,
if you're old enough to remember that
Or if you can somehow remember Mindy and Mork
And if you know something about religion,
we're NOT like Muslims and pork

So now I can be Tarzan, and you can be Jane
You can be Pinky, and I can be the Brain
That comet and Haley, Barnum and Bailey
Wayne, Garth, Barney, and Fred
Squarepants and Bob, Calvin and Hobbes
Beavis always had his Butthead

Cheech and Chong, smoking a bong
Siegfried and Roy, so gay with their flair
Adam had Eve, Belle and the Beast
Thelma and Louise holding hands in the air

But they never landed
That's not how they planned it
They'd always be together holding hands in the end
That's how we are
Perhaps never apart
But surely together - always as friends


The couples that didn't make the cut:

Bert and Ernie
Ethel and Fred
Homer and Marge
Joseph and Mary
Ebony and Ivory
Lucy and Ricky
Ren and Stimpy
Veronica and Archie
Albert and Costello
Popeye and Olive
Butch and Sundance
Chip and Dale
Ashton and Demi
Frick and Frack
Romy and Michelle
Hansel and Gretel
Lady and Tramp
Lancelot and Guinevere (with King Arthur jealously watching)
Lilo and Stitch
Kate and Leopold
Milo and Otis
Ben Affleck and Matt Damon
PB & J
Abercrombie and Fitch
Rocky and Bullwinkle
Rum and coke (some relationships are more intoxicating than others)
Starsky and Hutch
Turner and Hooch
Venus and Serena
Yogi and BooBoo
Will and grace
Ying and Yang
The Ying Yang Twins

I'll Try to Try

:: I'll Try to Try ::

I have nothing in this regard,
and it's not hard to see why.
So please don't disregard me,
for a part of me'll die ~
Some things are quite disarming,
still I guess I'll try to try.
And some things are quite beyond me,
yet some wings weren't meant to fly ~
So I'll wear this cape that doesn’t fit me;
I'll bear this weighted sky.
I'll care, though no one gets me,
and I swear I'll try to try ~

051519

::051519::

Every soul's
got a goal,
and we all get a shot.
Gotta take it... to make it,
though we don't get a lot.

If forever were ever
if forever were bought,
just give me a dime
and some time
(just whatever you've got)...

For every goal's
got a soul,
so whatever I've sought
I've gotta fake it... to make it...
because it's never a lot.

Now I know that I'm not
so heavenly brought,
but please allow me to give
all I've got.

I've got a lot.

My first poem was written on May 15th, 1995. It was about basketball. Every year on that date since, I write another poem about where I am in my basketball life. The original is in some notebook somewhere, and I'll add it to the site one day. Click here to see others.

What Am I to You?

:: What Am I to You? ::

If I were your promise,
would you break me?
If I were your dream,
would you wake me?
If I were your life,
would you hate me
or would you live me each day?

If I were your door,
would you walk out?
If I were your more,
would you want less?
If I were your baggage,
would you leave me
or would you stay inside this mess?

If I were an hour,
would you drive me?
If I were a town,
would you come?
If I were your nothing,
would you...
still swear I was the one?

Ya know, I kinda feel like a promise,
and I sorta feel like a dream -
spoken then woken then broken...
and not as I seem.
I sometimes feel like a door,
and I surely feel like I'm less
when I truly know that I'm more
than just something to rest

my head up against
(my bed up against) -
to keep everything out
(to keep everything in)
as I quietly shout : : : : :

If I were your promise,
would you break me?
If I were your dream,
would you wake me?
If I were your life,
would you make me
something you'd hate in time?
Or would I be more
than your nothing -
something you could never define?

If I were your life,
would I be your life
in the way you're obviously mine?

When Pigs Fly

When Pigs Fly

A pig flies over a frozen hell
but all is still not well
His wings ache
for they've never flown before

The sun dies right at noon -
dying far too soon
Tears at daybreak -
more than any's known before

Snow's come down like summer rain
I said flip it once again
For no luck could hide my pain
Whether Heads or tails, I won't win

But on its side the coin has fell
Frozen is this hell
The pained sky flying by,
but all is still not well

They woke me from the sweetest dream
to tell me
that it's true
But back to sleep I sadly go
as the dream I'm fastened to

They said it couldn't happen,
not for one as I.
If summer were our heaven
it's only Fallen by

But I never turned an eye
I never said I'd die
Despite it all,
I let it all just pass me by

choked up

choked up

Spoken in deepen sleep;
what I recall's the younger me.
Woken with wolves around me,
but we all live so hungrily.

To smile as you die young
beats to cry as you die old.
I'd rather do neither one,
but that's just a lie we're sold.

I was choked by the hands of destiny,
til it was I
who relinquished grip.
She joked and laughed so recklessly;
these spears were birthed
from our lips.

These fears were graved
deep in our souls;
unearthed to bear their sullen core.
She robbed me of so many
better days,
while the best were what we swore.

And the rest
is in a store with neighbors,
where they see me by myself.
These subtleties are more
than I can handle,
while I swore that they were less.

It's a mess - this life of ours...
where we breathe until we're gone.
And we're gone until we're breathing,
as the cycle rages on.

This sage is on
his final thought now;
I'm not as wise as I was before.

So place your hands around my neck, dear...
so I don't have to anymore.

Billy Ray

Billy Ray

Billy Ray came to school today
It's been so long, but he came anyway
Just this once, he's gonna learn a thing or two

Saw a girl down the hall
He was kinda short; she was kinda tall
But it didn't matter, he did what he had to do

Hands all red while he gave his heart
to a girl who tore it all apart
What he learned that day, our boy would never tell

He got much more than he bargained for
His heart beside him on the floor
It was figurative, but it hurt like hell

She hands our boy a crown of thorns
she made from roses that were worn
She's been handed her share of flowers long before

Hands still red but in his heart,
the color's faded in the dark
He tried to paint it red, but couldn't anymore

The morning rise awoke his eyes
It smelled like roses that had died
Awoken long before he realized what was done

He said come to mind, but let me be
None so blind as who refuse to see,
but that doesn't apply when someone's looking at the sun

Awoken long 'fore he saw his heart
was broken, wronged, and torn apart
He looked again, for he felt so insecure

Skipping school once again,
the spear on his side has gone within
His best excuse, but the worst thing he's endured

They say in love, we all must learn
They say that fire's gotta burn
But what would happen if they never said those things?

Would the whip still lash upon a back?
Would closed eyelashes bring a black
that only closed eyes could ever truly bring?

The girl's bore pains that were her cross
She's found herself within a loss
But that doesn't mean she's gotta nail his skin

Lying there in the dark,
her pain's so far in his heart
He feels the pain that had always been

Footprints dressed all in red
They thought our boy was all but dead
But so much wont happen if you learn to just refuse

Billy Ray came to school today
Broken heart, but anyway
He says love's a game that somebody's gotta lose

teardrops

teardrops

I'm hearin' teardrops out my window
I'm hearin' cries that ain't the wind
I'm lookin' in the mirror
'cause this feels like it's the end


Love's like dancin' in the rain
to a song you'll never learn
in waters that would drown you
if they ever failed to burn


Lookin' out my window -
out my window once again,
I see someone sadly knows
but doesn't understand
He failed to hear the thunder
loudly say to him
"We've seen our share of broken hearts"
He had a dream he held within

but sometimes you've gotta wake
There are times that never mend
Lightning struck what it would break -
Love's murdered once again

But the rain just falls
and through it all,
the sky can't keep from crying
I saw the man just fall and fall
This guy can't keep from trying
Demented rain to kill again,
relented now in sighing
In the rain, I think again -
what's the use in trying?


I heard a phone that had to ring
but only in a mind
did he ever call her back
In reality she cried


Cold's the same as loneliness
She's frozen to the bone
So lost she is from happiness,
she's found herself alone

The wind blew through her opened door
Her head - it never turned
For why shy away from loneliness
to only end up burned

She woke today and didn't pray
All the rain had dried away
The morning sun made her think
What's the use in crying?

She had her tears, but never here
He died trying to find her
But all that life has made her think
is what's the use in dying?

Writer's Block

Writer's Block

Through writer's block, I knock
on those stone-cold doors again
They answer through their silence
but never let me in

Time and time again,
I'm lost and somewhat found
So with empty pad and pen,
I find it hard to now sit down

on these hallway floors again -
I've fallen to the ground
Never do I write
but still I'm writing now

And I write far on top -
on top my writer's block
Till it goes away again,
I write my every thought

As the ink is wearing thin,
till all my ink is gone;
the day is wearing thin
although the day is long

Through all that I have been,
I've not kept from being strong
I write another line
although the ink is gone

And as the paper's staying white
on which I try to write,
it's blown away by breeze -
the breeze of all my plight

I'm writing in my mind -
my words are just a dream
I'm writing all the time,
as time is everything

The block on which I write
has grown and touched the sky
but I'll climb my every mountain
as long as I survive

The block on which I write
weighs heavy on my mind,
but I will overcome
like I have my every time

So I'm writing on the ground
outside the coldest doors
It doesn't matter if they open -
it doesn't matter anymore

I'm writing now somehow
till my writing has to end
And after all that I have written,
I'm writing still within

Remembering a time

Remembering a time

A cold man
playing with some matches
ignores all those who say
fire burns

A sweet girl
messin' with the sour
doesn't realize she'll be bitter
in the bitter cold

A soft hand
the softest of an answer
can't turn away the harshness of his scorn

His hard hand
burned by all the matches
Maybe she was better off in the cold

A long day
really isn't over
until you forget it never really was

A sweet girl
with a morsel of the sour
remembers a time that made her strong