From down at the river...

Every bitter sweet goodbye, puts a tear to my eye, but the promises made, are a thinly drawn shade, against the blazing sun, my heart has begun, the orbit 'round celestial bodies course, I shall not want a display of remorse, for every goodbye brings the promise close, and gives legitimacy to my muse verbose, for every metaphysic action took, is but a fresh letter in the book, of love songs sung, so temporary and tacky, indeed this reactionary perspective is whacky, if viewed from nowhere mans little hill, the more nobel minds bitter pill, forsaking all that makes us human, tactile synthesis of a dogeared trueman, splitting the difference and blurring the lines betwexnst here and there, I'd go to her be she anywhere, for dopelgangers are forever in sync, mirrored orbits and pathways to drink, if not in fact then in truth be, two sides of a coin for all to see, spinning and turning, the world is burning, boiling way the sky and mothers untruths, I've paid my debts, took my knocks, settled my dues, now release me karma, I'll not ask twice, my heart ever broken, if only thrice, lucky number seven can go to hell, I love my dearest and love her well, now shoot the poets and hang the bards, I'll play my hand after I deal the cards, I'll cash my check and pay it out, the ninth cloud will now shout, about being usurped and made sport of, I've died for love, like the fanged black dove, now let me live, oh stars above, for her and with her I now stand. Fuck all y'all haters, I'm in a band, and I'll sing and I'll sting, until breath fails me, then I'll strum and pluck until you ignore me, cause that's how I like it pure and simple, like a cute memory, like Shirley Temple, but I see the world not in black and white, but in Technicolor Hi-Fi flavorful delight...

Love endures,
Because I need it to survive...
~Caleb

For John

Crack crack crack, my back now slack, my eyes gaze out blunt like a tack, a moments pause will no doubt cause, a gentle smile from her because, the moments zen, shall now begin a back and forth fresh again, what nonsense now will usurp the how, as kittens purr and I bow-wow.

Therefor no meaning to is to be, from this silent melody, taste the text the colors reflex, to your inner mirror sets, drink and eat so merry be, to your own beat be free, take my tongue and dance with it, warm my hand or better yet, fire my blood and stir my pot, for while you lack you surely got, all that is needed to be adult, so let my passion now smelt, your very own the ram will be ready, to batter down a door of cherry, blame me not for this prose, still I will gladly bite your nose and your neck if you will but reply, with merry heart and glittering eye, there is no point to this verse, nothing pure shall be reversed, from used and real, have I not said!

Get thoughts of meaning outta your head!

~Caleb

Burn Candle, Burn

Burn away from both ends, fight against the middle,
Twist and turn, make it burn, eat my resolve most brittle.

Chemicals flow through my veins, my heart thunderously races,
Boil my heart, and fry my mind, when my eyes flow to your places.

Hot and soft and smooth so yummy, your scent is a burning flavor,
The fire you stoke, needs small provoke, your thoughts I gladly savor.

Your little games taunt my shame, and swell my pride and joy,
Wonderous and frightening, mysteryous and enlighting, the ways of a girl and boy.

Spare me your quanderies and turn off your lies, popular media oh-so-shallow,
You play with forces of nature so potent, thoughtlesly drive, causing truth to run fallow.

Refrain

Safe from harm I shall keep, my heart forever true,
Your purity is something I value carefully, my own I would give to you.

If only not had I been tricked, by my own blunt wit,
The past means little to you, so I shall wait and savor the time, until you surrender it.

For when you say you love me so, you love me in all I be,
And when I say I love you so, we know the truth, I hold all actions precous to me.

When the fine day comes, we shall savor the rapture the creator indends for us,
Until that time I know I will find, the rapture of lips and hands, connected in love devine.

Spare me the judgment and callous bias, your words mean nothing to me,
Foolish and ignorant world, famly or friends, you are not intragel of what is to be.

My dear and gentle maiden, I love you so much,
From your coy witty laugh, your innocently knowing smile, to your tender loving touch...




Songof Soloman 8:4
Promise me... Not to awaken love until the time is right. (pharaphrased)





Love Endures,
~Caleb