Skip to main content

B is for Lie Together [interlude two...]


Come with me.
Let’s lie together.
Your untruths and mine are similar.
You’ve-got-issues.
I’ve-got-issues.
These-sheets-are-new.
Let’s meet on common ground.

And who can judge us?
Who will tell us that we were wrong to be wrong together?
Wrong and strong forever.
Hands clasped together.
As we continue to lie together.

These tears, they pelt on the roof – stormy weather.
And I don’t know just what to do – final answer.
I go to sleep at night in white shirts,
Stained with the blood of bull sh-
NOT so loud!
Feelings not allowing.
Smile and wave and behave.
You know the crowd.
But... you know them too.
You know they tend to story.
And be quite contrary with their fingers still firmly placed in their ears
To cancel out their fears
But I’m done talking; at least tonight.
So if you like to touch, come home, alright?

Come with me.
Let’s lie together.
Your untruths and mine are similar.
You’ve-got-issues.
I’ve-got-issues.
These-sheets-are-new.
Let’s meet on common ground.

@ tracy j h
 08:07:2013

#lordoftheyounggods
A lord [sometimes] takes another into their confidence. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

B in Future Traditions

THE COPY: I was sitting down listening to Norah Jones’ “Come Away with Me” and I began to think about future traditions. I thought… I want to sway with someone. Sway with my lover. To this music. More than that, I want that when we had an argument (and we’d have those because she’d be stubborn and I’d be pig headed (iChuckle)) we would never go to bed angry. We’d pop open a lover’s CD like this one and just sway. We may be as mad as hell but we would sway because we would never want to go to bed angry. And our children would know this. And they would never allow their partners to go to bed angry either because… well, because they would know better. They would sway. They would know it was better to sway. That’s the kind of man I want to be. Moreover, that’s the kind of tradition I’d like to pass on. Future Traditions. What's Yours?
4 comments
Read more

B is for The Hand of Gordon (Act 5)

5. The driver egged him on. This was the third bad drive that Gordon received at the hand of the demon with the driver’s permit. But… neither the speed limit nor his attitude changed. The demon's finger went up again. Gordon smiled, again. He shook his head. The civility of his action denied a certain truth. Though Gordon considered himself long suffering, his hand held fast to a young blade should the speedster lose control of his car… and his mind. Yes, Gordon just smiled.
2 comments
Read more

B is for Our Lady of Perpetual Help

Mom - pulling the provolone from the sandwich: "STRING THEORY!" Me looking at her and laughing. Mom: What you think only you know about Science? ... Happy Every Day, mothers. .......... Let's hear it for you The Miracle Worker Soul Shaper Wisdom's daughter who grew into a mother. This Lady of Perpetual Help. Ma, help! The project's due. Help! I can't find my shoe. Like some kind of psychic,she knows where all things, to whom it belongs And the condition in which it came... The side kick's calm refrain: "thanks... mom." Problem solved. Peace reigns. She from the line of Eve May not have had the chance to leave and cleave And while some think her weaker WE know better. A Mother. Made stronger by her God whether or not Adam stood beside her. A perpetual  help in times of chaos Walks another mile so that you could take the bus. Silencing storms is the norm So we think being superhuman IS... THE NORM! But even heroes get ...
1 comment
Read more