mixology vol. 2

May 20, 2018

This tale of a “strawberry stripper” is comprised of the often obscene names awarded to alcoholic drinks.

It is the same approach I used to pen mixology vol. 1 in 2011.  That verse is available here:
https://theharmonyofrhythm.wordpress.com/2011/01/

However, this new verse is probably a bit much for the main page.

Accordingly, the actual poem is found on a separate page entitled a bit too risqué:
https://theharmonyofrhythm.wordpress.com/a-bit-too-risque/

 

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the rules, part 3 (rough edit)

May 10, 2018

she can get mad, and she will
she can get sad, even cry
at times, all you do will still fail
but that doesn’t mean you don’t try

it’s not the things you got wrong
it’s not your words or your deeds
it’s that she feels you don’t care
for her, who she is, or her needs

so winning the point is a waste
as foolish as playing it cool
and lying, regardless of why
will only serve anger as fuel

better you simply stay true
listen, accept, and just wait
trying to fix things too soon
is nearly as bad as too late

she’ll let you know when it’s time
remember, it’s not who was right
this is about something more
or it wouldn’t be such a fight

the fire you see in her eyes
was set with an aim more sublime
meant for a feeling she fears
has since been ignored over time

trust in the person you know
have faith in the bond that you share
and show her the person she loves
has, and will always, be there

wisdom crawled out

May 8, 2018

wisdom crawled out, beaten and torn
flailing about on the bedroom floor
begging for mercy, taking her life
swearing an oath to heaven’s despite

evil awoke, tearing its flesh
spitting up blood and stinking of fish
seizing itself like a ravenous beast
swallowing whole its lust and deceit

ashes to ashes, demon be gone
leave her the carcass of faith when you’re done
little is needed of meat on those bones
barely enough is more than she’s known

still, there’s a chance of the strength to go on
of making a meal from the scraps hereto thrown
drawing on something beyond all can see
rising, and thriving, through limitless pain

wisdom crawled out, beaten and torn
gathered herself in the girl on the floor
nodded to mercy, rescued her life
and swore a new oath to heaven’s delight

the rules, part 2 (revised)

April 25, 2018

you can love them, you can trust them
they can be your closest friend
but unless you can respect them
what you’re building will soon end

if you need them more than want them
it’s yourself you’re thinking of
such desire can fuel passion
but it won’t inspire love

and relations based on beauty
based on money, charm, or smarts
fade in view of greater talents
richer sums and newer parts

it’s not reason, it’s not logic
it’s not passion, hope, or lust
it’s an unexplained emotion
that turns maybe into must

at its heart, it’s recognition
of a need within the soul
to enrich another’s journey
so that each might reach its goal

it’s a bond in search of nothing
save the single dream all share
to be happy, in the moment
free to dream, to seek, to dare

some desired everlasting
some by circumstances blessed
they inspire in each other
what each needs to be their best

so it isn’t who you’re thinking
who you wanted, but now doubt
and it’s not who you can live with
it’s the one you can’t without

princess and the baby dinosaur

April 15, 2018

dinosaurs are very big
even in their baby stage
clumsy, awkward, often lost
out of place at any age

they don’t make the best of pets
costly to maintain and buy
but they’re loyal, brave, and smart
so they’re still in short supply

princess got one weeks ago
says she found it on her own
no one else had noticed it
though it made its presence known

hers, they say, is quite unique
does most anything you’d ask
but she rarely bothers it
or assigns the thing a task

she will lend it out, at times
when a friend is in true need
but only in those cases
where the dinosaur’s agreed

since she hardly uses it
some think she should set it free
no, she says, i can’t do that
he’s a baby…he needs me

no sweet sorrow

April 15, 2018

thirty years is a long friendship
and i will always remain grateful
with every breath i take today
for you who once allowed each

whatever threat you now pose
consider your sins forgiven
and let us begin this parting
with those ambitions we first shared

mine, to live a life without fear
without the threat of a ‘last’ attack
waking in a panic, gasping, crawling
reaching for the latest useless cure

yours, to reaffirm our faith in magic
in the conquering of weaknesses
illnesses, and those human frailties
which seem to grow so ever present

your cost, be it all that was warned
in its wear and tear on the body
simply too insignificant to consider
measured against the alternative

at least until fate’s intervention
unrelated, unforeseen, as she is
revealing to us, for the first time
i might be something more alone

it’s difficult, letting go, for both of us
i feel your reminder on most days
holding, squeezing, but it’s ok now
even comfortable, to sense you leave…

past the proof stage

March 31, 2018

at some point, the testing should stop
the hypothesis is proved, or it isn’t
you can go on, but little will change
we can all read results, if we’re honest

and we can all perform the experiments
determining if the idea is viable or not
even if we lack the courage to do it
or tend to rely on less promising proof

in youth, we set the bar, the assumptions
traits which we perceive as our best self
it’s what we hope others will see in us
if not what we want to see in ourselves

but it is rarely ‘how’ we see ourselves
always thinking something more or less
acting, reacting, changing, growing
tweaking the formula, consciously or not

moving through a gauntlet of catalysts
redefining everything, only to start again
looking for that winning combination
that reaffirmation we are as we hoped

in the process, we seem to lose sight
forgetting those youthful aspirations
those first visions of who we might be
if we were our best self as first imagined

upon reflection, in the mirror, stands a child
looking back and smiling at many of us
it took a long time, but i can see him now
and i know, i’m finally past the proof stage

within this circle

March 26, 2018

a symbol, so simple, of spirit
denoting it first of domains
before earth, it’s fire, it’s water
or even the air it sustains

the elements, joined with the senses
humanity’s spark, the divine
the whole, heart and soul, mind and body
the source, bonding all, in a sign

as centuries passed, forms of worship
and artists, and thinkers, and fools
have claimed it to further their visions
to sponsor their thoughts or their rules

though some understood its true nature
too many have altered its view
inverting, projecting, and twisting
a purpose they sought to undo

a concept of faith, universal
whatever belief might be ours
there’s something, both ageless and timeless
beyond both the moon and the stars

cheap thrills

March 14, 2018

she’d given up, i didn’t care
the whole thing started as a dare
we had some drinks, we left the bar
but couldn’t finish in the car

we got a room, but lost the key
the break-in was no burglary
the damage done, we can explain
it’s our own blood that left the stain

the scratches on the foyer wall
the lamp destroyed across the hall
the bed frame broken, mattress ripped
all were caused because she slipped

it’s a simple move to master
one foot here, the other past her
still, on tile, drunk, and horny
things can get a little thorny

which is why i so abhor
leaning on the shower door
but she did, and it gave way
causing what’s become this fray

bloody, broken, somewhat dizzy
we got back to getting busy
not the best idea, i guess
glass and blood make quite a mess

and, according to police
they can even breach the peace
so i’m happy it’s just bills
i’m to pay for my cheap thrills

so long, stranger

March 7, 2018

what’s behind that empty kiss
is the whole of what you miss
in these passionless ordeals
texting, fucking, sharing meals

all you know is here and gone
in the moment you’re turned on
one for which you still obsess
though it offers less and less

once a late night masquerade
now a role so often played
its addictive sweet release
seems your substitute for peace

nothing in it did you wrong
but to revel for too long
but to settle for its touch
till it held you like a crutch

till those thoughts you never shared
those emotions undeclared
grew so distant, strained, and weak
there were times you couldn’t speak

times you wouldn’t dare respond
so removed from any bond
you would rather it be lost
than endure what it might cost

and i wonder if you care
if a spark is even there
if you know there’s something more
than to worship or adore

and if not, well, it’s been fun
no regrets, but we’re now done
if you’ve nothing else to say
there’s no reason i should stay