The Color of Love

On his side on the universe he sat on a bar stool at his local restaurant and bar where he knew every staff member, cook and even shook the owner's hand on a regular basis. He stared off into the half empty glass of his beer, Yuengling, great stuff. Some days he wouldn't even bother keeping track of which number he was on. Today was one of those.

Because she asked me to

A heart can guide to the stars.

In the wind, no one can hear you thoughts.

But the wind can take them with it.

I feel my skin. I feel the years.

I feel the time. I feel the history.

Run my fingers through my hair and know what it feels like.

Silk. Tender.

I see the trees and hear the noise.

The wind as it whistles through the branches and passed the leaves.

I hear my friends. Their laughter and their stories.

Where am I?

A heart can uplift to the silver lining.

I feel the water on my skin, steaming and stimulating the atmosphere.

I hear the music, through my ears, and sticking to my brain.

I listen to it's touch and it's voice.

It fills me up and gives me hope.

It gives me blood and I drink from it's wine.

My muse?

I feel the sun upon my skin and see it's rays of light.

They brake through the trees and force passed the branches.

The heat fills the morning. The dew on the grass glistens in the light.

The grass shines like platinum.

It's dark at first.

But then it's warm.

A heart can make the skin seem hotter.

But then it's wet.

But then there's rushing.

There's breath.

And there's fire.

A heart makes the world seem richer.

A woman's smile can birth another.

I look around and know the world, I know there is more.

My heart is filling.

My eyes are big.

My body is a sponge.

A heart never fails to liven the body.

I know there is more...

She's No Different Then Optimus Prime

Is one single chill sesh--and we didn't even apply the word date--with this chick really that much to ask?

Judging from the track record, it apparently hasn't changed as the mysterious answer still eludes me years later. 

And at that--is getting back to someone, even more excruciating, rather then practically blowing them off?

A single text would make me happy.

If Me + You = Around 30 minutes or so of chill time is too much to ask then don't act so happy to see me. Going out of your way to flag me down on the street (more than once), and make yourself seem so open, so down to chill. Giving me smiles, subtle touching, laughing and giggling at all my stuff, practically dripping with a need to have me all to yourself. I know what I'm feelin' when your around. You're more flirty between the two of us then I ever attempt to be.

Goddammit. Seriously... A cup a coffee, or some Chinese food together, isn't all that bad (and practically your idea)... Or at least, she makes it seem like it's all such a good idea. That is, until, she feels it isn't anymore.

Who-the-fuck-really-knows syndrome sets in, yet again... It prompts a memory of the man with black eyes saying to himself: 

      "All the familiar places..."

 But I'll say this too. Michael Bay needs to scoop her up quick. (He's filming TF3 right now actually) 'Cuz it's more then meets the eye with her. Like a lonely yellow old Camero... it's not. You're getting something different then what she presents you. And before you know it, it's fighting another super-car/alien robot.

And YOU! You Foster City Slut! If you're readin' this... Well... it means you're fuckin' pathetic. (Which makes the pity I have for you swell to an unimaginable size)

Get a life. You can't have mine anymore. 

Munki out.

Have You Seen My Puppy?

Have you seen my puppy?
She's the cutest thing you ever laid eyes on
This puppy was mine once
And now she is gone

She ran away from me
I can't find her anymore

I listen for her puppy ruff
Or her dreadful puppy growl
She's real hot stuff

And with her gone I feel so foul

She has her cute puppy eyes

And her cute puppy feets

And we used to lay together

Underneath the sheets

Have you seen my puppy?

She has the cutest puppy voice

If she decides to let me hear it once again

It will be her choice

Have you seen my puppy?

Because she ran away

Now my throat is getting lumpy

And I'm in a state of dismay

Poop In Your Shoes Goes "Squish"

I'd rather be lonely than happy with somebody else

I intend to be independently blue

This woman who once was mine

Has bid me fucking adieu

The worst part is 

Her smile stays on

That lovely face of her's

Knowing that I'm gone

They always leave me

I can never make it last

The one I loved the most

Drove off so Goddamn fast

She bounced out the dirt town

To foliage up north

And although I wanted to

She said no back-and-forth

This lover's game

Is a dangerous one

I played with all my chips

And lost so now I have none

The poop in my shoes

Constantly goes "squish"

To have my puppy back

Would be my one wish

To hear her bark 

And hear her go ruff

This pain inside my body

I've had e-fucking-nuff

But she's lost forever

With no tags that say she's mine

She happier now

Without me she's doing fine

And I know this

And know that I'm not

For without her

My heart will surely rot

Inside then out

I'll wither to my core

Of this I have no doubt

I can't take it anymore

I've got a good excuse

Where's that bar

It's time for 'Nana juice

And I know that isn't far

With Her Magic

She put a spell on me, but not 'cuz I'm her's

It's merely for torture, so only pain occurs

She put a spell on me, so I'm alone when I'm out

All the people around, even the girls, and I'm still without

She walks her sexy walk
Cigarette in hand

No can tell her
Not any man

For she is the soul-eater

The heart-taker
The man-beater

The spirit-breaker

Her big eyes entice

Her kiss is concise

This woman will make you think twice

That just one night, will never suffice

This I must confess

Let me warn you now

She is most dangerous

And I'll tell you how

When that soft voice enters your ear

You'll give her anything you hold dear

You may not feel it first

But in time, your heart will burst

Over this beautiful baby

And then you are cursed

Yes sir

I take great pity

On the one who falls

For the girl in Foster city. . .

Too Much Banana Juice = Drunk & Still Hurts Like Shit

He drinks his 'nana juice, but it never makes him better
The sadness he wears, might as well be a sweater

He never asked for this, servitude to torture
The love he gave her, could grow a whole orchard

The banana juice, get's him nowhere
His "off-the-market" hopes, he does not have a prayer

So this monkey drinks, his monkey 'nana juice
As the alcohol abuse, lets him fuckin' loose

Swinging on the vines, or climbing up a tree
No matter how how high he gets, she'll never see



That this is one monkey, that needed her so
And her shinning face, has left him long ago

'Nanas and 'nanas can never quite quench
His hunger and thirst
That he had for that monkey
When he saw her first

Hoppity and brown, this animal remains
Holding labor-pains of love, down inside his veins

Poop is the color of his skin
And shit happens... only to him

A Sad Lonely Bitch Of A Penguin

In an igloo full of penguins or a club inhabited 

This is the way it works

This penguin is alone 

No matter where he lurks

His tears are dried to icicles, before they hit the snow

Staying on his beak, with no where else to go

Like the time they left each other 

and they both watched as the tears 

Came streaming down their faces 

Showcasing their inner fears 

He watches as the reflection, shows him his penguin face

And it how registers in him, how he is a disgrace

She left first for silly reasons, and then just for good

Now he sits on his ice block, just feeling misunderstood

She does not care the pain she causes, or the strife that she ensues
For why bother with the old penguin, when she can go anew?

So for now, and maybe always, this penguin will sit jaded
Feeling the ultimate loss, lonely and downgraded...

Let's Try This

Disclaimer: Please note to thyself, I do not consider yours which is truly, a poet by any means on any plain of any space and/or time.

So with that being said, this person won't know it (because they don't follow my blog or even know it exists), but I'm sued-o mocking them. Plus, the description of something I was telling my extremely funny and good friend last night, gave him inspiration to unintentionally provide me with a good jumping off point. So I'll take the first line he gave me and go from there. . .