Collection of Odds and Ends... Otherwise known as Crap.

Stop the whole act, don’t be such a cocky cat. Don’t put on all the pretension, don’t be a part of the commotuion, settle it down, settle it down, settle it down. Take it easy and oh so free and lazy, but not too lazy don’t throw yourself into  your former life, your former love, you know what I mean, man. You know very well what I am speaking of. You don’t like my way of speaking, don’t worry, you give it a shot, say it in your own words, your own style but don’t cut anyone down, be sweet, be kind, be considerate and obedient. Be nice. Be whole. Be light. Cut the theatrics and the hectic shouts and snarls. Save the mask for the stage. Who are you? Do you know? Are you curious? Where did all your adventure and industry go? Woah, woah, let’s settle it down, settle it down, settle it down. You’re low and you’re blue, and you’re not yourself or anyone else, you don’t know who you are because you’ve never given it a start. You’ve locked yourself away, you’ve lied, cheated, stealed and murdered to have what it is you have. You’ve probably stepped on a foot or sixty to have your piece of the pie. Well, am I right? What is that? Yeah, yeah, I understand I’ve been there, we’ve all been there but we got out through help and understanding from those who care and sacrifice. There’s no shame in showing a vulnerable side, let it all come out, bare your soul and mourn and cry, we want to see who you are, and if there are some defects, some troubles with who you really are, we’ll get you through those too because you’re someone, you’re something, you’re gonna be great and you won’t be full of hate. Know what I mean? You will, you will, just bare your soul and don’t be afraid of throwing it to the bottom of the bowl. We love you and you’ll love us all.

I have a little obsession I’m not complete when we’re not in session. I cannot do without her, well I can obviously but I’d rather have her  so I can hold her tight and make her feel the light, I mean nothing suggestive by that. I’m not too clear and I’m less than bright but I really want to hit the heights with her. She and I walk around all the time, with our hands intertwined, we kiss, we laugh, she giggles, I belch, she tells me to say “Excuse me”, I do, don’t worry I’m not too rude. We kiss again. I love that moment, the kiss and the hug and the holding of hands will never get old, it gets even more bold each time it happens. I love her as I love all, but none can compare with her since she was the first one who said I was her boo, it sounds corny, sound smooch whoochy, but it’s cool, it’s fun, it’s how I wish to be, and I think she feels the same. We’re on the same page as I’m kissing her lips with my lips, we fall asleep and love rules the day once more.

I can’t write a love song. It’s hard. It’s a lie, it’s been done too many times. Maybe so, yes, maybe so. Maybe you’re right or maybe you don’t love me enough. These are the words I hear when I tell my girlfriend I just can’t put all the words together. She forgets it took me two years to ask her out. I sat behind her in class, and randomly asked her one day if she would accompany me to the Prom. Surprsingly she said yes and there I landed my big first kiss.

I’m thinking of her across the sea, I wonder if she’s missing me. I like the sea but I love her key more. I am her while she is far away, separation has never been our cup of tea. I’m afraid to say I’m afraid I may lose her, I could die, she could die, the world could end. Without her could my life take meaning again? I am lost, I am at sea, for Pete’s sake, and I’m feeling woozy but fortunately not boozy. I gave it up for her, it was hard but she deserved that much. I still can’t believe she and I are together, I love everything about her. It’s fun and it’s a pain but each time I yell, three more times I beamed brighter than the sun. Yeah, yeah, we’ll be together soon, if we’re not, we’ll sail on with the memories living forever. When you fall in love all the clichés and little things you used to refer to as silly and sentimental are the most important things in the world, and you no longer think everyone’s a jerk and a dolt. You learn to love and you learn to soar, and maybe you even learn to be alive. Oh, I’m finally so content, I’m happily a little spent, and I’m dealing with stress with the handiest of finesse because I have fallen in love with the loveliest girl! And it’s going to last forever because she’s a forever nightingale who sings to me as I sit here perched on the sea, and it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world.

But it’s missing, it’s gona, it’s kaput, vanished, vamoosed. Where is it? No matter, it goes on and on and on, and yet this is not to be depressing only enlightening and showstopping. Remember, remember, remember that one day when we were together, you and I and he and she, and all the other little peeps, there we were in the store by the teddy bears and gumdrops. Having fun, horsing around, messing with your ponytail, you pulling at my pants as I try to escape your grasp, because I need to touch that bear to make sure I don’t wear your underwear. It’s a little bet, a little deal between the two loveliest lovers in loverville. Love me, love me, never stop loving me even when I’m infuriating, even when we’re arguing for no good reason. When I’m shouting, stamping, hssing please remember my brighter moments, remember when I got you the bear, and therefore made sure I wasn’t lumbering in the plumbing the next morning. Only you and I could understand any of this, you gave me back my passion and meaning again