It was like 2 imposed onto 3
The blue, the green, the brown, the tree
The yellow comes tumbling down
And finds holes in the canopy
The brown snaked through the green
Which before the bipeds was previously unseen
Wandering edges defined by time
And the shuffle of dreamers in between
The green held itself aloft from the blue
Though periodically it’s been known to fall through
Together they dance away in a babbling song
Only to later begin again anew
I want to sample life outside the confines of space and time
A DJ abusing a hook like the cheap poet does the rhyme
Artfully re-sequencing the order of major events
Content to ignore or amplify meanings and portents
A deft hand making them play forward or back
Only using the skip pad for the staccato emotional attack
Mix the contra alto’s century-long cry for purpose
With the misery of the next thousand souls to surface
Underlie it all with the hopes from a million marching feet
And the sound of a lover’s heart as the beat
Dear bridge, will you join me for this constant surprise
The spectacular glow of the day’s first rays at sunrise
Feel the glow fill what the night made so hollow
Let the warmth refresh our tired and shallow flesh
Show our eyes all the beauty we have failed to realize
Ease our aching bones from the pattern of days that feel like palindromes
Here we can sing for the joy that the return of technicolor brings
Savor the smell of the dew that reminds the heart of all things new
Dear bridge, lets take these sensations and start our day
And relish all the things that make us feel this way
Can I hold your hand as we walk on the sand
Can I hold you tight as the sky darkens into night
Can I watch your hair come undone as you shake your head at the morning sun
Can I know the taste of your kiss and know a moment of bliss
Can I know that your heart sings when the phone rings
Can I know that when I part from you I take a part of you
Can I know the anticipation of awaiting our love’s consummation
Can I know that when you see me that you know you complete me
Can I know the delight of dining with you by candlelight
Can I also get your name?
I want to be the folk singer in a heavy metal band
I want to be a meadow in the breeze on a barren beach of sand
I want to be the maiden of virtue in the whore’s native land
I want to be the pinnacle of quality versus every other brand
I want to be the composer who hears the artist’s crayon
I want to be the windmill in a forest of deciduous trees
Over-saturation of justification in the name of distinction
Coincidence of consistence in repetition of insistence
Bells of brass persist in ringing their monotone songs
Subconsciously longing to be as focal as the gong
Invisible barriers of space and time
Entice and entrap their victims with messages so sublime
Laminate your laments so they will last forever
Immune from the stains of the blood dripping from the veins you sever
Material maidens sing their souls to the sky
Praying for plastic possessions to entomb them as a way to get by
So shallow the understanding seen when viewed through our self-important veneer
Convoluted consciousness flying on an ego trip as if they were a seer
Pontificating patriarchs portray themselves as poised on prescience
Self-sacrificing students refute such sayings with science
Countless children led astray by what the contemporary Confuciuses say
Addle-brained adults advocating the way to advance the society of the day
Jump with me to the jealous justice of the popinjay
Stupid girl, haven’t you heard?
I’m a man of my word
Think I’ll change my mind? Don’t be absurd
Without atleast an apology, it’s practially assured
I’m not going to feed you the answers this time
You best figure out your crimes
It’s a shame it’s taken you even this long
But I guess I was wrong about you all along
How do I put the genie back in the bottle
And be what you need me to be
Rather than be stuck on the promise
Of what we started so foolishly
You’ve done to me
What he did to you
Though I know you didn’t mean to
It hurts too much
To even talk to you
And now I’m paralyzed
Over what I should do
I get it now, I’m Jacob and that’s all I’ll ever be
Give me this moment to fully experience my self-made misery
I know I was warned but I was a fool to think it would end happily
Just let me go and it will be alright
An avalanche of pain and I’ll fade into the night
When you see the morning sun I’ll be well on my way
Let its rays wash your worries away.
Why do you chose to prolong your misery
And refuse to see the beauty that is so clear to me
I know you’ve had your hardships, heartache and heartbreak
But don’t let the negatives rule all the decisions you make
I know you think my compliments are skewed by my feelings for you
But they are the truth no matter what colored lenses you see through
So please take the time to see you as I do
Your own view of you sometimes involves colored lenses too
Believe me when I say that the image I have of you
Is solely based on the picture you drew
You’re not an answer penciled into a Madlib
And this is not a simple attempt to be glib
I had no preconceptions at the outset
And I have no intention to change that mindset
I won’t claim it will be easy, nothing worth having ever is
But my friend, my confidant, what I see is this:
You are smart
You do everything with your whole heart
You care about helping others, even at the expense of yourself
You’re not afraid to speak your mind when it counts
You’re quick to apologize if you think you’re wrong
You have a beauty of body, spirit and mind; a rare flower that isn’t of the conventional kind
You have an infectious, joyous spirit when you sing