No Service Night

Oh God, say it isn't so.
It's a no service night.
Heart pounding.
Missing conversations, missing calls, 
missing texts, missing shared prose, missing you.
It's a no service night. Oh God.
Headache, heartache, no contact, no service, sigh, no you.
Despair? No.
Service lives on within.
Turn back to solace, turn back on this dark filled night.
Look back at the light.
Light echoes through my mind
from one week ago.
Strange green neon halls, 
a pair of dancing queens, 
a diver sings a perfect song, 
a Chinese serenade – what did he say? 
We are actors in a play.
“I love you! I hate you! My baby! I hate you! 
Let's adopt! I love you again! ” So strange.
Did we disturb the singer? I fear, yes.
A magical night, so full of life, 
a scream singing lizard king., 
song dancers, reverent redemption, tequila filled flask, 
first times, and full service.
Heart recharged, spirit renewed, smile returned.
I feel your energy in green, 
if only for a moment, 
during this sweet no service night. 

Heartbeat

Funny thing the heart.
I felt it the first time he walked by me.
It felt clear and strong.
A funny strong beat.
Wanting to be near, wanting to be with you.
Today it beats again.
Felt it when you walked by me.
It felt clear and strong.
A scared strong beat.
Wanting you to be far away.
Far away from me.
Funny thing the heart. 

Concentrated Distraction

Don't go out on that crazy night.
Won't let darkness dimmed your light.
Trust yourself and speak the truth.
Your with me now just let loose.

Times flies fast as words do fly.
Taking off on an endless high.
Notes surround that misty moon.
In my dreams I'll see you soon.

Closer every time we met.
Stakes are high, so place that bet.
Talk to me just one more time.
Inspiration draws the line.
Don't hold back it's getting late.
Time will tell now if it's fate.

This distractions got to end.
Be true and then your heart can mend. 

Riffs in E

Countless takes to get it right, 
she inspired late that night.
She thinks it's beautiful, he says it's rough, 
just like heartaches raw, yet tough.
Resounding riffs not far away, 
talk to me, I'll make it okay.
He drifts away on confident strings, 
gentle heart song; strong young thing. 
Slow and steady, keeping time, 
beyond the thoughts, beyond the lines. 
His beats explored less traveled notes, 
inflicting tempos, truths they spoke. 
Intertwined vibes heard clear and unreal, 
his poem without words; a gift that heals.
Listening, feeling, rights and wrongs, 
life's a book, now play your song.
Sometimes it feels like it's all crashing down, 
take a deep breath, I won't let you drown.
Live your destiny and promise me this, 
laugh, love, and dive, discover true bliss.
Look up at night skies, and inhale sunsets, 
play Riffs in E without regrets.
It won't last forever, in a blink you may miss.
Make it all count, make it a French kiss.
Set free the toxic, be strong and true, 
I've been there before, you must melt to renew.
Don't wait any longer, begin it tonight, 
Rough? Heck no. Perfection… just right. 

Pollinatin' Sensations

J'adore les abeilles
Everyone knows it's true.
Flying freely to and fro.
Fear us because our sting could kill.
Rarely held, but yet adored.
Endless night attraction.
Yet flowers and powers we bring. 
I'm not afraid either is she.
Scintillating in black and gold. 
Key is staying very still.
I know your afraid of us deep down inside.
Nothing to fear, not really.
Guided to you in the summer. 

Don't run away.
Only approach carefully.
Relax, we won't sting, contemplate relaxation.
Keys undiscovered will unlock these pollinatin' sensations. 

The Perfect Day

We had morning coffee, 
we had a morning walk, 
pictures on phones, 
and a daylong talk.
We gazed at rolling hills
and took long deep breathes.
We watched children fly kites
and looked forward to endless nights.
On this wonderful and magical day, 
we acted out parts, just like a play.
It was the, oh so, perfect day.
We walked distant trails and took in some wine.
I danced, you sang, we followed the signs.
You were funny, bold, tender, and kind.
So what was wrong with this perfect day? 
Alone again, you were only on my mind. 

Bird's Sing

The 5th day again brings music and mischievous friends.
We are on, like two brilliant gems.
These two take our sister's hand and teach her tonight.
It's OK to laugh, not just cry and fight.
Indeed birds sing gently past this long day at best.
This goddess is nervous and wonders if she'll pass the test.
The ladies of the night finally arrive.
There will be songs, adventures, and a sense of being truly alive.
Surrounded by my sisters. 
We laugh, sing, create, and tempt the mister.
To another we've bruised, sparred, and still hold hands.
The lone star state can't break these bands.
Our musical sisters talk of lust and try to corrupt with tattoos.
They tell of kinky things anew.
A walk through a forest, yes I agree.
I always enjoy our endless repartee.
For once time passes slow, 
from within in french she beckons, 'sejour.'
The next moment our trio is incomplete 
is something disturbing going to erupt? 
Oh God the two are together, what do they say? 
Can eyes discern each others ways? 
Heart racing, where are you? Goddess at my side we search.
For a second two beautiful birds on a common birch.
What seemed like forever to two playful nymphs he's returned. 
This goddess wonders what he has learned.
Amid the screaming banshees, 
troubadours in black, trays of shots, and sips of fuel, 
we're not quite following the golden rule.
Picture perfect game of temptation, 
we follow through and enjoy this touch sensation.
Tales of Tidal Atlas almost shared, 
again interrupted before these words are declared.
In the end, 
I won't pretend.
In fact, I've decided to protect you from blight.
Mother of all will surround your organic light.