Love of thoughts random

Where that leaves us

Fri, 03 Jun 2011 17:09:53 +1200

Suddenly I feel like I've lost myself
Suddenly I look and I've gone
Suddenly I turn and I’m back but different
And I need a new place to belong

Currently I have trouble recognising myself
Currently I’m a little undone
Currently I’m blinking and wondering
At a reflection that’s blurred by the sun

I’ve changed
I’ve rearranged
Become just a little deranged, maybe
And I’m just
Not sure yet
Where that leaves me

Presently I’m strewn like a redesigned room
Presently I’m unfamiliar like an unmade bed
Presently I’m creased like the sheet beneath
The pillow where you lay your head

The me, I knew's
Now us, with you
The I, I was
Is we, because
The them, they see
Is how we may be
Is our future clear
To all, aware?

I’ve changed
I’ve rearranged
Weighing up a new found purpose
And I’m just
Not sure yet
Where that leaves us

Who I am

Sat, 19 Sep 2009 22:57:34 +1200

I am not who you know me to be

I am just who I am

I am not how you know me to be

I am just how I am.

Do you know who you are?

Do you know who I am?

How are you how you are?

I know not how I am.

How are we how we are?

How are we who we are?

How are we why we are?

Is it worth me asking?

Know not who you know me to be

Know just who I am

Be not who you are known to be

Be just who you are.

Why are we how we are?

Why are we who we are?

Why are we why we are?

It's quite a question.

scared to love

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 03:55:06 +1300

i sit at the table with jameson

trying to write clever verse

not knowing how to think or feel

you're gone and that makes it worse

i'm scared to love you in case i scare you

a dream come true, i flinch at my fear

but when i feel you i know that i love you

a dream so real as though you were here

i laugh at what i've just written

the music stops and it's quiet

in the silence i smile at a memory

and i remember to make it all right

realise

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 03:53:41 +1300

i sit here crying

tears i would cry for no other,

wondering why i'm not smiling.

then i realise they are yours –

the tears that hide behind your smile.

overwhelmed

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 03:51:53 +1300

finally he thinks he has found

the one who has no bounds

the one who overwhelms

who he trusts to share the helm

and yet he holds back

weary of attack

not of combat, but the doubt

of history and he shouts

he is overwhelmed by him

completely in the realm of him

and yet he won't know how to be

you and me, him and i, or are they we?.

and he remembers to wait and see.

the time is short since other lives

were fraying, cut, reluctant knives

of passion soaked in safeness, sad

with glimmers of a myriad...of dreams

i hold back

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 03:48:42 +1300

i hold back

when i need you

when i'm wanting you

i hold back

when i'm not sure

if you want me too

i get scared

when i think that

you might not be sure

i feel bared

when i know that

you could not mean more

i hold back

when i want you

and it hurts me so

i hold back

just in case i

need to go more slow

i need you

to know that i

want the best for you

i like you

and i want you

and i love you too

i hold back

soft spot

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 02:52:22 +1300

I've got a little soft spot for you sweetie

It oozes when you smile

You make me sag, go out of shape

And lose it for a while

I've got a little soft spot for you darling

But I keep it hidden well

Apart from this slightly wistful look

You could really hardly tell

I've got a little soft spot for you sugar

Ok, it's not so tiny

All right it's huge

Are you happy now

That you've made me go whiny?

So I've got a huge gaping soft spot for you mate

And I dream of you at night

And ten times a day I think I see you

Standing at the traffic lights

I love everything about you petal

I'm not exaggerating

And most of all I love the things

I know I should be hating

I'm completely nuts about you baby

You make me go to mush

Every time you look at me

Is like a sugar rush

I've got a little soft spot for you honey

I can live with your love handles

But there's just one thing I cannot stand

And that's the socks and roman sandals

random thoughts of love

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 02:51:04 +1300

You parked your car

Behind mine In the driveway

I felt trapped

I could have gone anywhere

But I couldn't reverse

And what made it worse

Was that you thought it was ok

You thought I was over-reacting

So I told you to back off and get

Out of my life

Lingering looks

Over-bearing passion

Various compatibilities

Except matching fashion

How come there are so many songs about love

When there are so few record players left?

What's love got to do with it?

Tina Turner asks

How should I know?

Do your own research, Tina.

You've got enough money

That's the trouble with people

With lots of money

Always trying to get something for nothing

Always whingeing that no-one loves them

Perhaps that's why

Or perhaps that's got nothing to do with it

1st love

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 02:49:02 +1300

We met across a crowded room

We didn't know what hit us

But what was sure, without a doubt

Was that the same mosquito bit us

He was tall, blue-eyed with sun-bleached hair

Until I looked again

He was short and plain with a wooden leg

But kind of cute, all the same

My mosquito bite began to itch

I had to stop and scratch it

And as I did his leg fell off

And he had to bend to re-latch it

Well that did it, I was over there

In a flash - no - it took half an hour

To get through the crowd in my wheelchair

Without spilling my glass of Black Tower

When I finally reached the other side

Of the room I was sure he'd be gone

But he wasn't at all, he was standing there waiting

With his leg unmistakably on

I couldn't help noticing," - I said with a smile

As I gave the straw in my wine some suction -

"How balanced you were when you picked up your leg.

"What a line, I thought, what seduction

"You're far too kind," he said with a snort

Of a laugh that was strangely endearing

"I was going to say as you came through the room

How impressed I was with your steering."

I blushed like mad as he continued to tell me

He liked a man with direction.

By this time I was hooked, I was so entranced

I could hardly hide my ... delight

He was standing there with me in my chair

I had drunken almost too much

It was odd, sitting there with my head at his hips

And I couldn't help glancing at his crotch

So there we were these two travelling souls

Whose paths just happened to have crossed

At some dull and boring party for a mutual friend

Of a friend. So I said, "Let's get lost."

Which we did. Off we went. We were out of there

We went to a café, then a bar

And we sat and we talked until I can't remember when

Not to mention, where we'd parked the car

So that's how we met for the very first time

He rang me the very next day

We went out to dinner every night that week

He was rich so I made him pay

The first time we bonked was a Saturday night

It was raining, I remember it well

It may not have been perfect, and the earth didn't move

But that leg was undoubtedly swell

Well, we continued to date for a couple of months

And the bonking was pleasant enough

But just like the yanks in the America's Cup

Our sail didn't have quite enough puff

So we started to gradually see less of each other

Eventually I gave him the shove

And if you believe this then you'd believe anything

Except perhaps, the story of my true first love...

voicemail

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 02:47:45 +1300