Growing Up

I was about a knee high
The first time I realized I could fly.
That was the 70's and I was alright with life.
I was about to cry
The first time I felt pain from afar,
She was on a track and I was in the dark.
That was the 80's and I was alright with life.
I was brought back to earth
Descended from dreams of mirth
When disappearing acts
Were my emotional tax,
That was the 90's and I almost gave up on life.
I wish I could tell you I stand 10 feet tall
But I still have far to fall
Much to learn, more important maybe
That it's knowledge I yearn.
I wish too I had the time to expand upon
All the names I call upon
For my life, my love
These lessons, all my doves;
It's the 21st, I again, am alright with life.
I listen so you can talk,
I wander, so you can walk,
I take these words inside
To forever fuel my drive.
It's the 21st, I've lived my worst,
I live to fill the rest of these lines,
All it takes now
Is time.

General Ledger

Where you stepped in life
I never noticed,
Until you stepped in my path.
This much is obvious,
The place where I took notice
Of you.
I admire,
Not that it matters,
All that you have accomplished.
It is amazing to me
All that a mind can achieve
Sailing to the stars,
Reaching a dream born and bred
In green and neon sensations,
Allowing this to be
A better place for all
To see.
I thank you
For all you do,
Embrace a tree
For me.

Living the Dream

I have a secret stored in a box.
It's pretty big, because the box even has a name,
Pandora.
This secret I store
Is a tale of possible future and maybe a dash
Of past;
See, these days could still be
All dreams, tempting me
Letting me believe
That life could be this good.
I walk light of foot,
So as not to risk
Bumping something in the night
Waking me to the plight
Of reality
And the banality
That comes with it.
Afraid to begin enjoying all that is here,
That it may disappear in a swift wipe
Is my fear.
The problem is
I cannot help but begin to enjoy
The colors and their names swirling around me
Like a pinwheel in the wind.
It's warming to see
And feel this sensation
So foreign; the stability brought on by such a healing embrace.
Maybe I can just believe for a moment
And maybe, just maybe
This dream can last
Forever.

Invasion of the Amazons

Won't be long now...
I can hear their breath,
The writhing laughter taunting my testosterone
Down to the core,
Sending me running to the porch.
I can feel the stomping of their feet arriving
Sending me diving
Behind any piece of furniture
That can hide me from the overture
Of the invasion.
These women, dominating all facets of my reality,
Are taking my sanity
For their exquisite breakfast,
But it's still not enough
To satiate their appetite.
Just enough for their temporary delight.
They are here and here they stay
All night and every day...
But I guess I can live with it for a week,
A servant so meek, I am weak;
But if I play the cards right,
I can mold a story for the boys
That may be tight.

Home...Sick

The pain in my brain
Is the drain
Caused by a strain
Of viral microbes,
Acting as sapping diodes,
Leaving my body tired and tense
Seemingly with no sense.
The doctor shrugs
Claims there are no drugs
For a sinus infection.
And although I agree with his projection
I hate the fact
That there is a lack
Of treatment for me
So I sit in the heat
Feeling systemically weak
Wondering why I have to be sick
When summer has come
Into its full click.

DLC

Let me clear my throat...

Welcome one, welcome all to a place that will finally house my innermost thoughts and the intricate designs of all words I formulate; whether they make sense or not.
For my opening act to this world of blogging, I want to thank Charmaine for starting a blog, because I am simply riding her coattails.
But most importantly, I want to thank the beautiful, future Mrs. Pimental for always "bugging" me to post my words and not be afraid to let others see this "gift" of mine.
So without further ado, this is dedicated to Lisa, it is one of my favorite pieces of work, not simply because it reminds me of her, but because I knew before I met her that someone would fit the mold of this piece.
I can't take credit for it...if I tried I would probably be struck by lightning...and ironic is it not, that my opening blog wouldn't even list one of my own works...

Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me

I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don't need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me

I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

You're asking me will my love grow
I don't know, I don't know
You stick around and it may show
I don't know, I don't know

Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me

I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how