Love is Love

She is the air I breath and the beauty I seek
Her eyes are more blue than the sky itself
How can such a beautiful creature love me
Next to her I am nothing but a fly
I know now what is it to be in the presence of a goddess
And I feel not the least bit worthy
Often I would ask her why it is that she loves me
And she would reply “Because love is love”

While I Read the Da Vinci Code I Found Out About This

Pronounced “fy”
not to be confused with PI.
One point six one eight
it is the bases on which God has and will create.

The human body is a living breathing Phi
if you doubt me,then here lets give it a try.
Measure from head to floor then stomach to floor
the quotient of the two will shock you I'm sure.
One point six one eight will forever be the answer
lets try another since I love to banter

Count the number of bees in a beehive, any will do
take the total of both male and female and divide the two.
If the answer illudes you then you're dumb because you don't know
that one point six one eight is the Golden Ratio.

Wanting(revision)

I found you last winter and I couldn't believe my luck
You caught my eye when I came in the store
Your color was so rich and vibrant
Your texture, so smooth that I feared one touch might ruin you
Being with you would make others envious of me
You would be my warmth and shelter from the merciless winter
If I had you, I would treasure you and take the best of care of you
I'd see to it that no one steals you from me
And I would treat you with respect and love
Because something like you is hard to find
But alas you cost $825.99 and I'd be damned if I paid that much for a coat

Wanting

I found you last winter and I couldn't believe my luck

You caught my eye when I came in the store

Your color was so beautiful as if you had surpass those of the rainbow

Your texture, so smooth that I feared one touch might ruin you

I knew that having you would make other men envious of me

I knew that having you would make this merciless winter feel so warm

If I had you, I would treasure you and take the best of care of you

I'd see to it that no harm came to you

Under my care you would continue to be a true master piece

Because something like you is hard to find

But alas you cost $825.99 and I'd be damned if I paid that much for a coat

My Special 3rd Grade Waiting Day (revisioned)

Why am always the last to be picked up?
Here I am with my Thundercat folder
waiting for that big blue dodge pick up.

Tardiness has always plagued my family
whether it was weddings or meeting
or even the year long task of building a fort in a tree.

I had made it my goal 7
to be on time for everything
otherwise take me then and there heaven.

Oh look my ride finally shows an hour late
my dad uses his English accent:
“oh sorry bout that mate”

I give him the mean eye to show I mean business
but he keeps on grinning
and I thought he couldn't care less.

For some reason we rode to the hospital
 it was white and big
and really overrun by sick people.

Through a door we went and there lay Mom
she was holding something and to my dad she said
“This little guy is strong”

I stepped over to go greet her
something squirmed from her hands
and thats how I came to meet my new baby brother.

My Special 3rd Grade Waiting Day

Why am always the last to be picked up?
Here I am with my Thundercat folder
waiting for that big blue dodge pick up.

Tardiness has always plagued my family
whether it was weddings or meeting
or even the year long task of building a fort in a tree.

I had made it my goal at this age of 7
to be on time for everything
otherwise take me then and there heaven.

Oh look my ride finally shows an hour late
 my dad uses his english accent and says
“oh sorry bout that mate”

I give him the mean eye to show him I mean business
but he keeps on grinning
and I thought he couldn't care less.

For some reason we rode to the hopital
 it was white and big
and really overrun by sick people.

Through a door we went and there lay my mom
she was holding something and to my dad she said
“This little guy is strong”

Over I walked to go greet my bed ridden mother
something squirmed from her hands
and thats how I came to meet my new baby brother.

Work

Work,

I need the money so I gotta go to

work.

From five to ten I

work.

But at ten I realize I've got more

work.

Not from my job but my school-

work.

Its my nine to four job that gave me this

work.

English, history, math all give me problems on which I have to

work.

After some sleep its back to my nine to four

work.

Then its off to my five to ten

work.

Then I stay up half the night doing more

work.

And I continue this cycle of work work

work.

And I wonder when the time will come when I can 

rest.

Worth The Wait (revision)

Nicely dressed and smelling great,

I had to be there by a quarter past 8.

I had flowers in my hand,tulips,her favorite.

My hand shuck at the thought that she might call and say she couldn't make it.

My palms were sweaty

and it felt like gravity had gotten a little too heavy.

One glance at my watch tells me its 7:40

and I realized I had arrived too early to take her to the party.

“Damn it,” I say out loud, “I'm early.”

If I rang her bell I would seem to eager, surely.

In my car I waited

after all a quarter past 8 was the meeting time as I previously stated

I think back to how I worked up the courage to ask her out.

I had mumbled a lot and and felt my mouth had suffered from a drought.

And she, smiling affectionately, waited for me to ask her

I can't begin to imagine how much I seemed like an amateur.

But against all odds she said yes

and I thought she head must have suffered severe stress.

Flashback gone,its a quarter past 8 and I'm here in my car

so I got outside and walked on the tar

Up the stairs I went to ring her bell

and I hoped it was obvious that I was nervous as hell.

She opened the door and man was she looking right

her face became stern and I thought she might bite.

This was a convoluted conundrum so I asked “What's the matter?”

“You had me waiting for the last 20,no 30 minutes rather.”

At that moment that I happy realized that she had been nervously waiting too

and just like that I had resolved my nervous issue.

In an attempt to reclaim my manly state

I simply smiled and said “I just thought you were worth the wait.”

And she smiled too.

Worth The Wait

Nicely dressed and smelling great,

I made my way to her house.

I had flowers in hand,

tulips,her favorite.

My two thousand and three Toyota pulls ups out side her house

and then and there my hands start to get sweaty.

One glance at my watch tells me its 7:40.

“Damn it,” I say out loud, “I'm early.”

I could always go ring her door now but what does that say about who I am.

Am I too eager?

Well what if I wait till 8:10?

Will she see me has someone with no care or respect for other peoples time?

I think back to how I worked up the courage to ask her out.

The memory was hazy but I do recall call mumbling and being a nervous wreck.

And she, smiling affectionately, waited for me to ask her what I know now she wanted to be asked.

7:55, time to pull myself together.

I check the mirror for eye boogers and found none.

I checked my breath and found my minty mouthwash still lingered.

With the flowers in hand I made my way up to her porch to ring the door bell.

But I never got the chance because she opened the door right as I got to it.

“Hi,” I said. “These are for you,” and handed her the flowers.

“Thank you” she replied.

And with a smile she add “Its a wonder these poor guys didn't die.

You were outside for so long I got scared that you would change your mind.”

And that's when it it me.

The entire time I was nervous, she had been nervous too.

With this new found knowledge I set out to reclaim what remained of my man-pride.

I shrugged and said, “I got here early and wanted to ring the bell then but didn't want to rush you so....”

“So what?” she replied.

“So I decided you were worth the wait.”

Waiting For Motion (revision)

Waiting to enter, anticipation heightens.
Straight lines, curved lines, and some with right angles.
Endless possibilities of explosions formulate
as you as connect each outcome to that of the past.
One foot in front of the other.
Alas you are not alone
but among frustrated people who no doubt share many of your theories.
Your successors long to take your spot
while you long for your preceder's.
One foot in front of the other.
After one glance downward
you ponder
for a time when the hands ever moved so slowly?
An internal conflict arises.
Do you rush to get the green or red, the mild or hot
 or do you stay or go?
One foot in front of the other.
For your decision will determine what you see
or perhaps what you do not.
Your time is coming
the length of time is only determined by clones in red vests and black slacks.
One foot in front of the other.
You are ready
have been ready for sometime now.
But must wait,
wait on line for a movie.

Waiting for Motion

Waiting to enter, anticipating heightens.
Straight lines, curved lines, and some with right angles.
The imagination runs wild
as past experience tries to formulate what will happen.
You are not alone
but among frustrated people.
Your successors long to take your spot
while you yourself long for your preceder's.
You search your memory
for a time when the face ever moved so slowly.
An internal third world war arises.
Do you choose green or red, hot or cold,
hold or release?
For your decision will determine what you see
or perhaps what you do not.
Your time is coming
but it is determined by clones in red.
Your are ready.
You have been ready for sometime now.
But alas you must wait,
wait on line for a movie.