Out on the Harbor

This water, tides away
And she’s looking over
This bridge it gives a way
For the ambulance
To come down, we’re sailing
Captain she’s going under
Some tides away
Help us we’re going under
Small crowd today

Out by the harbor
She said she’d remember
Why I came
She said she remembers
But she forgets

Out by the harbor
The carnival bears
March out by name
And like them my thoughts are tamed
And I regret
And she forgets

My shoes are so nice today
But she’s going under
My suit is pinstriped today
But she’s going under

This harbor hides away
And I watch to wonder
How this bridge, it fell today
They sent rescue over and under
Captain she’s going under
Some tides away
Help us we’re going under
Small crowd today

My shoes are so nice today
Oh we’re going under
My suit is pinstriped today
Oh we’re going under

In Chaste Conversation

I suffer from many addictions
Sins encased within glass vials

I choose to drink these self-afflictions
My curse
Among this world’s maledictions, I disburse
With a fool's grace, a conniving benediction

Into believing themselves grand
I fool the meager

More than what they’re eager to be
I became a pawn’s mercenary
In this masquerade heresy
As I beleaguered the royalty
Who cursed my name

I cursed them just the same
And my judgment amused a devious ploy

Who would be so coy
To banter in song and dance
And ridicule these weapons
That fail to question
And continue to answer entranced

I’m inebriated by sarcasm
And the lifeless lives of the sober

I still suffer from many addictions
These sins are followed closely by contradictions

Words...

I care, therefore I am weak.
I fight, therefore I am weak.
I run, therefore I am weak.
I am alive, yet not so bleak.

=)

Misc.

"I see a tulip on the grave
Of a lover who confessed:
I'm a soldier and a poet
But I'm a dancer at best."

-Daryl Palumbo

Head Automatica - At The Speed of a Yellow Bullet

Kashisms

To those who think that the ridiculous should stay ridiculous, I beseech you.

Manuscripts will be written and the words will travel through history to enlighten the few who will choose to appreciate.

A heart-felt welcome to my comrades is in order.

Mandolins play only for the solemn.

Lies and truths dance together to a song only heard in questions.

We write our music in open conversation.

Lace and velvet line your faith as it hangs from the string of your own devotion.

Let’s hurt each other.

My cardboard box waits for memories.

Benches do indeed contemplate murder.

El Encantador

El encantador sigue con su canto
Y el rey celoso tiembla de envidia
La reina teme no ser reconocida
Por el encantador que con su canto
La llena de una bella vida
La vida de la no consentida
Y queriendo darse como atrevida
Aun sin su propia cancion
Pero sin falta
El encantador sigue con su canto
Un canto silencioso y sabio
Sin pecado ni fortuna
Un velorio de esperanzas
Y las manías de un amante
Forman partes de este canto
Un mensajero sin mando
Con reliquias de un amor
Este canto que canta el encantador

She Knew Something

She knew not what she did
All clad in blue and white
She gave a cold stare
From eyes deep like knife wounds
That bleed and create fright
Hair dark like moonless nights
Not love at first sight
But the curiosity of a boy
Who until this point
Had never seen a bright sunrise mid-afternoon
Dawn’s first light in a random classroom

She knew not what she did
And thoughts of her
I could not rid from my mind
Emotions being hid for some time
And I became a lyrical pantomime
My actions vent frustration in rhyme
Like that of the innocent
Waiting to be acquitted from a crime
Accused to them, but not committed
Love and logic being pitted
Against each other: Battle Royale
No cameras permitted
My evolution will not be televised

She knew not what she did
Sitting, waiting, brooding in silence
Her visage was a tapestry
A collision between beauty and violence
Like Shakespearian ancestry
The Victorian fusion of comedy and tragedy:
A joyful travesty
And I became not relaxed but high tensed
By self inflicted maladies
Pressure builds and builds and doesn’t let go
Until I explode on this paper
And plead amnesty
As I mentally rape her
The words taper down my energy
And I’m screaming as she mentally rapes me
My pen and hand create synergy
Out of syllables and parables and similes
And hyperboles and somehow poetry
Flows out of me
To illustrate my observation
Of her femininity

She knew not what she did
Her curves did swerve
Through verbs and adverbs
That failed to describe
And objectively serve
Their purpose as I in turn
Observed her and wondered
What she was thinking of
What desire or love so gleaming
She was seeming to be dreaming of
And I craved her
Her sultry ways did not save her
I wanted to enslave her
And savor her lust
Her passion and trust
I wanted to taste her 31 flavors
She knew what she did
I was just returning the favor