forget about what happened in the past
here’s to a new day, one we can together recast
to a love of a kind, of a lifetime’s last

 

RENAISSANCE
May 19, 2005 – Thursday, 1:00 p.m.

i went on an endless quest
   to see what was out there

i took on so many jobs
   and lived in different lairs

i also thought new york was
   where i had to be

little did i know, it didn’t matter
   that was plain to see

because you take yourself
   wherever you go

and live as best you can
   be it LoDo or SoHo

what i have learned
   on this long sojourn

is that it will not end,
   it will never adjourn

i see the oneness in everything
   offered by life

this all i share with you
   my soul mate, my future wife

 

TREK
May 22, 2005 – Sunday, 8:00 a.m.

Right before I got out of jail
I began to cry deeply, I began to wail

Where am I going to stay, how can I survive?
I’d rather be here than the streets and try to strive

Then the answer came to me as I attended mass
It was my last Sunday there, my first at a bible class

And there was a flyer that offered to help any
People like me, now felons, of which there were many

I praised the man above for answering my prayer
For erasing my fears, for stripping at the layers

When I got out four days later my mind was at ease
Even though that flyer amounted to nothing but a tease

It wasn’t for me after all, I only went to jail
Those were for prisoners, those in life likely to fail

With only a token in hand I hopped on the trolley
No money on me, just the clothes on my back, indeed a folly

And went to the shelter I lived once before
Swallowing my pride for I wasn’t returning I once swore

While on the list to get in, I roamed around
The streets of San Diego, treating it as my playground

The parks, marinas, the colleges, all
and slept on their benches quite snugly, I’m not that tall

I coined the term urban camper to define
My time without shelter, though the homeless aren’t inclined

To acknowledge that it can be quite fun
Almost as exhilarating as life on the run

Two weeks from my release I finally became an intake
At St. Vincent’s where this time I’ve learned and won’t make the same mistake

Where once before I had a lot of carefree days there
This time I have a plan, I’m moving to foggy air

Save up some money while I also do research
Plan this all right, execute without a lurch

So if my timetable’s right on cue
I should be in San Francisco in time’s due

And give myself the gift of a lifetime

i’m running on empty, i’m about to crash
i’ve lost control, my body about to be lashed

why do i feel that i am being tortured
and that my life be given to forfeiture?

why must my highs that i once felt inside
be replaced by feelings i cannot bear nor hide?

so inward i turn to ride out my lament
hoping it will pass without provoking comment

one thing i’m assured of, one without fail
is that this will soon pass, my true self will prevail

 

SPIRAL
May 27, 2005 – Friday, 8:30 p.m.

where once i felt kicked
    like some old tire

and i was depressed,
    felt stuck in the mire

a change has come over me
    like a man set on fire

burning me up throughout,
    flames as high as a pyre

fearless from anything,
    no situation dire

no problem i cannot solve
    this gun’s for hire

and yet i’m at peace with myself
    i’m hardly ever ire

i’ve got my second wind
    this time soaring higher

 

PHOENIX
May 20, 2005 – Friday, 12:30 p.m.

Your touch has made a path
   into my very soul
I relive the moment and its clear
   you’ve made me whole

I understand fully what
   you have done
You’ve made a shortcut to
   an effort I haven’t yet begun

I cannot thank you enough for
   those heavenly hands
Dare it say it? Perhaps its time
   to buy wedding bands

What you’ve brought out in me
   has thus far been a spark
Keep pressing your magic and my
   heart’s the next target, the mark

 

ELECTRIC
June 18, 2005 – Saturday, 3:00 a.m.

We’re locked together
    in a tight grip

I don’t know about you
    I’m not going to trip

That we’ll be stuck to one another
    that only a crowbar can apart rip

While I have you in this embrace
    Let’s dance. Watch out for the dip!

Sway to "Midnight Train to Georgia"
    by Gladys Knight and the Pips

The problem, though,
    is my pants, your skirt…
      How do we unzip?

 

 

IN A TIGHT LITTLE VISE
June 18, 2005 – Saturday, 2:40 p.m.

let me show you the depths of my love
                                  is it bottomless?    

and you will experience its heights
                                  your highness

 

 

PARADOX
june 3, 2005 – friday

something has come over me,
    i am so flushed

for when i see you come to me,
    i now blush

why is it after all these years,
    my blood has become rushed?

and i am like putty in your hands,
    all made of mush

i love you like nothing else,
    never will i hush

our lives which were quite spartan and bare,
    will soon be plush

lay together in silk bedsheets we shall,
    while our bodies touch

if you were my friend,
   i’d be yours
     until the end

if you were my girlfriend,
   my poems, our journey
     would know no end

if you were my lover,
   with you apedestal I’d engrave,
     "no one stands above her"

if you were my wife,
   you’d be my everything
      you’d be my life

if you were my spouse,
   our love would torch,
      be hard to douse

if you were my woman,
   i’d worship you,
      as egyptians do the sun

if you were my mate,
   everyday would be
     an anniversary date

if you were my soul mate,
   you’d be my destiny,
      you’d be my fate

 

p.s.

if i was your knave
   i’d do your bidding,
     be your sex slave