Monday, August 27, 2007

Fire

The head is like a ball of fire,
burning with aching needs.
The eyes all glow with dire
thoughts of wayward deeds.
The tongue slithers out with desire
hungering as it feeds,
I shall be your answer
you shall be my sleep.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Home, Go Home

He's coming home.
He's coming back.
But I have no home.
I have only a shack.
Where will I go?
Where will I live?
What do I do
in moments like these?
Go back to where you belong,
go home and stay home.
It could be a house,
it could be a storage,
but you have to go back
and sort your baggage.
He's coming home.
He's coming back.
I am happy
and I am sad.
For I have no home to go to
I have no place to find.
It's not the building
or the trimming.
It's the home,
the home
that I'm going back to.

Tomorrow's Dance

I promised myself tomorrow's dance
when I find the right man,
but today I missed that chance
when I could have danced with friends.

I promised myself tomorrow's dance
when I find the time,
but today I missed that chance
when the moment could have been mine.

I promised myself tomorrow's dance
when I have the space,
but today I missed that chance
when I could have come out of my daze.

I promised myself tomorrow's dance
when I can find a reason,
but today I missed that chance
when I could have enjoyed all the seasons.

I promised myself tomorrow's dance
when I hear the laughter I long for,
but today I missed that chance
when I could have start by opening the door.

I promised myself tomorrow's dance
when I see the sun shine through,
but today I missed that chance
when I could have dance in the rainfall too.

I shan't promise myself tomorrow's dance
and wait till I turn blue,
so today I will not miss that chance
I'll start dancing with you.