When you wish on a star
to change who you are
and ignore the strife
that exists in your life,
you won’t get very far.
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When I’m feeling vile,
when my temper starts to fray,
I think about your smile
at the end of a long day.
Things may look rough today,
and it may take a while,
but I know they’ll be OK.
I will reconcile
all the troubles in our way –
I’ll go the extra mile
at the end of a long day.
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When I’m with you,
I don’t feel blue.
You tease out a smile
that’s been hiding a while,
and I am renewed.
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Promise
you won’t leave me.
Please don’t leave me alone.
It’s hard, but I’m worth the effort.
Trust me.
I would never leave you alone.
I know that things are hard,
but they’ll work out.
Promise.
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You need not worry –
ride out in glory.
We’ll put things to right
with the force of our might,
and forge our own story.
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Puffed up and proud,
shit-talking as he swaggers,
but the lion’s little more than loud,
impotent in his anger.
And now the strutting stud
fixes his eyes on a filly,
but his performance was a dud
and he ends up looking silly.
Furious at his defeating,
the lion prepares to fight,
but Bambi gives his ass a beating
and knocks out his lights.
And tomorrow the predator of the town
will wake up looking like a clown.
One more,
please just give me one more…
One more day,
one more night,
one more tomorrow
to call a yesterday.
One more Christmas,
one more New Years Eve,
one more glass of champagne
to toast to auld lang syne.
One more company lay off,
one more awkward interview,
picking myself up one more time –
once more into the fray.
One more frustrating first date,
one more one night stand,
falling in love just one more time
before one more breakup.
One more night alone,
last call at one more bar,
one more drink to chase my sorrows,
one more kind stranger to walk me home.
One more day with depression,
one more day without,
one more day clinging tight
to my one and only life.
You put the spring in my step,
and ever since the day we met,
I haven’t had even one regret.
You put the rhythm in my song.
You make me feel like I belong,
and that feeling keeps me strong.
Because I have lived a lonesome dream,
with friends who were not as they seemed,
whose love left me whistling at the seams.
But as I stood locked in a rage,
you thundered out on my life’s stage,
and helped my heart turn a new page.
Now you stand here by my side,
and I no longer want to hide.
I throw the gates of my heart wide,
and welcome you, my love, inside.
Those brave and strong,
lauded in story and song,
who pierced through the night
with the force of their might…
Polyandrium.
Those gentle and kind,
strong in heart and in mind,
who lead others toward tomorrow
and overcame each and every sorrow…
Polyandrium.
Those noble and proud
who shirked not the shroud,
who knew the cost for all their deeds,
who knew where the path of a hero leads…
Polyandrium.
Those who stand upright today,
who strive to find a better way,
who know full well that they may fall,
but even still they risk it all…
Polyandrium.
I know now that the stories are true:
that heroes live within each of you,
and you need not fear a shallow grave –
glory waits upon the brave.
Polyandrium.
Pleasure
is a twirling, twisting thing.
Shivering and chilled,
feverish and sweating –
the sickness is catching,
the little death is close,
and whether you’re bound
for heaven or hell
the force of it
will bury you.
Save me, damn me,
obey me, command me –
the little death is catching
through looks,
through touches,
through kisses
that blow through you
and leave you breathless.
A (wise) man of two faces 