A truth:

Shift happens.

Spanglish Love-Lyrics

Well I metcha at fiesta

You called me senorita

Camelita, duclecita,

that means sweet thang

chitty chitty bang bang

Biddy biddy bum bum

Let’s keep it fun

while we’re still young

singing like selena in the time of her prima

biddy biddy bum bum

‘till the setting suns done

Boy your mi campanero

in an oversized sombrero

lead me to the dance flo’

Oh Oh Oh es so romantico

when we do the tango

I felt you sqeeze my mango

Don’t feel you have to let go

por que no puedo resistir, my dear

when you draw me near

Singing to Selena en the time of her prima

Biddy buddy bum bum

‘till the setting suns done

having fun while we’re still young

Loosen your your corbata

sip that sweet horchata

its all hakuna matata

dancing to the cha cha

chimmy chimmy changa

biddy biddy bonga

Senorita Carmelita la Gringa from Goleta

singing like selena in the time of her prima

biddy biddy bum bum

Get undone while were still young

‘till the morning’s suns up

All of Us

This is for all you lovers out there,

This is for all who have hate.

This goes out to all who give

and can bear

to give more than they can take

I’m pouring out my heart,

Baby.

Bleeding for the world

a lifetime’s work of art.

Maybe.

A story to be told

Someones got to give it a go

let their fellow earthlings know

that from time to time

we all lose our minds

and can’t find a place to call home

Although we are running

with no where to go

Your never alone, baby

never alone

perhaps the fact that

6 billion feel the same way

on days like today

can atone

and you’ll know

that your never alone, love

never alone.

Perhaps you’ll remember

that night in september

or november december

whatever is was...

You had no worries

sitting with friends

the snow came in flurries

and you felt in the end

perhaps life was fair

and drank in deep gulps

of cold winter air.

Darling I’ve laid it all

out here in these words

for the long hall

I hope, and I pray,

but in the end these are

still just words and

I fear, my Dear,

that they may not be heard.

You see,

baby

in trying times

these rhyming lines

may lose their strength

in literary confines.

Well, in the end and all and all

When push comes to shove

and fate comes to call

all I can do is

take a deep breath

unswallow my pride

and say four comforting words

to myself in a molasses sigh.

At least I’ve tried.

At least I’ve tried.

Pearl

Oh isn’t she a beauty?

Oh isn’t she something?

She whistles and skips,

gives generous tips,

her pout pleasant with eyes twinkling.

She learns from the old

and teaches the young,

saves vagrants from cold

with the scarves she knits them.

And when she stays home

on a Saturday night,

she’s content all alone,

a lovely solitary sight.

There’s room in her heart

for mother brother sister and pop

with a vacancy held

for the family she’ll start.

On the day that you find

that this sprite I’ve become

is exactly the kind

you could tenderly love.

Venom

Why can’t you be a diamond snake

and have a tattle rattle

a poison indicator

to know you’ll make me ache?

Cause Baby, I’m a baby

a little dolly lady,

and I haven’t got the slightest clue

of how to stay away from you

You’ve got me in you clutches

my faces betrayed by blushes

You had me with your touches,

fangs are clenched, my heart gushes.

So tell me now, handsome devil,

if the pain is worth the game.

Can I tame this rousing rebel,

or would it be in vain?

If what is wrong is truly wrong,

why does it feel so right?

So I’ll hang on, just sing this song,

and squeeze with all my might.

Liquid

And so she dusted the gold off her fingers

while his yellow eyes dulled to brown.

And the fascination they once held for each other

yielded to slumber in a bathe tub to drown.

So it was only the porcelain grave that knew

Of the way she pressed her lips to his collarbone

And decorated him with the words “I love you”

Or why, some how, he had always known

she would let him in, if he moved slowly closer.

Yes, that was how the friendship had grown.

He had started out as some sort of brother,

captivated by casual feminine curves

and stern yet smiling eyes of clover.

While she enjoyed his impish child-like pride,

a wiry body, too strong for it’s size,

and the comfort of having a someone to guide.

As these things go, neither could fathom

how they had so quickly become one soul

in two bodies, or so says Aristotle’s wisdom.

Each spoke to the other with out agenda or qualm

relishing banter, advice, and general chatter while

gravity pulled head into lap and palm into palm.

But, you see, as luck would have it,

life stepped in to wreak it’s havoc

both of these creatures were bearing a burden

the male of which, had to burry his burden

Donning a somber black suit and painful frown,

Deemed new man of the house, a premature crown.

And the female journeyed to the Atlantic.

A sojourn planned too far in advance,

he was left bereft across the North American expanse.

The years passed and the porcelain did chip.

Now with every moon that sets

there isn’t a morn she wakes with out pangs of regret.

For she was not there to protect,

cherish, anoint, kiss, and adore,

the child’s heart that the man that she loved bore.

She and he will never know if she could

have enveloped him in his toil and grievance.

An act that if properly preformed, should

transcend their relationship of cursory romance.

This act you see, is one of beauty

An event that can quite single handedly

give a jaded girl’s and a lost boy’s life some needed meaning.

So I’ll leave to you to decide

who, in the end had the was left with more pride.

Was it he, who lost his father, and a sister or mother or lover,

but learned to swim strong against misfortune’s tide?

He, who eventually forgave the muse of his past.

Who will laugh last? Who will laugh last?

Or was it she who was forcefully taught that pain

and regret are a game both one in the same.

That it’s guilt who wields a splendorous molten wrath.

So, defeated, she dipped her head under,

for a final ceremonial bath.

Succumbing to beautiful slumber.

As the last bubble dimples the now cold water,

one could hardly help but wonder,

What was the burden, what was the strain,

that afflicted the maiden, to a place just past sane?

It's a Game, Really.

Oh the precipice,

You phantomous thing.

The devilish demon

between in & sanity

I dangle a foot

every once in a while

over each black edge of you,

‘in Jezebel style.

Tell me, why do I flirt?

with these monsters below?

The lesser evil of which

I’ve yet to know.

Traipsing the evening

décolletage on display.

Coy bait for the beast,

That sleeps the sun away,

then prowls the night in pursuit

of a 19 year old tease,

a busty brunette,

the ideal vampire’s feast.

Bitten and bruised

I fumble back to my perch

and dip my right foot

in the water at church.

As a house guest of the Lord

I face different foes,

first the guilt of hypocrisy

then self-punishing blows.

Once my penance is paid,

I enjoy a brief respite, then panic ensues

as I begin to suffocate.

So I stagger back to my perch

Gasp gasp gulp gulp ahhh.

And the world turns about.

boohoo hurray tah tah

Papers delivered, milk runs out.

Full house re-runs play,

Teapots remain short and stout.

Nails are chewed,

guns are shot,

McDonald’s gets sued

For serving coffee too hot.

The who’s whats and wheres persist

and I endure,

holding my breath atop my best friend,

and only known cure.

The faithful precipice

between now tomorrow and then.

Although as small as a pinpoint,

my golden beacon.

The Little Heart

"No more!" Said the little heart.

"No more!" It proclaimed.

I've been battered and wrung

trampled and flung

set o'er a fire inflamed

I've conquered the highest mountain,

only to stumble ineptly back down.

And dove the Trevi Fountain,

forgotten with coinage to drown.

Neglected, infected,

injected with lust...

But protected, connected,

corrected I must!

Is it too late to lick these wounds

and rest in a rib cage I trust?

Will this flesh unbruise

if given the moon

to dream under whilst collecting stardust?