If there is ever a time that I can’t see your face, I’ll close my eyes and your smile will brighten my day… and if there is ever a time when I wont feel you close, I’ll dream of when you held my hand and my heart was yours… If there ever is a time when I can’t hear your voice, I’ll count the times your laughter reached my soul… but if there is ever a time when you need me, I promise, nothing will stop me.

godess

Tired of being Tired

Tired of waiting, anticipating.
Tired of stories, of children's worries.
Tired of notes, of false hopes.
Tired of whispers, you ditch and I end up wishful.

tired of making every man, my perfect man.
Tired of taking serious who make me furious.
Tired of living life on hold
because happiness is not found in a bowl.

Tired of walking around with my hear on silver platter
for everyone to grab a hold of, just to run of and drop it
near the shore
where only the ocean can cure it all.

Tired of wanting, desiring.
Tired of NOT following myself,
loosing track by trying to find someone else.

Tired of being tired,
Tired of not being me.

Tired of writing verses...
that just define who I don't want to be.

Happily Ever After?

Day dream;
Night dream;
Any dream.
Long or short, nightmare or terror?

Him and Her;
Her and Him;
Her in love, him in daze.
Them, together…
Them apart.

They or them?
Individuals or match?
No one cares….
Only her,
Or He at last?

SCENTS

Random scents remind me of...
Even when I'm far away, where nothing is the same
& living is a need to work for & not a pleasure that is
delightfully enjoyed, like for some.

Odd scents...
Like the smell of my grandmother's face powder,
that someone just as refined decided to use that day.
Dusty, strong and white like the face of a geisha.

Scents...
Like horse sweat,
as I walk by a "caballeriza"*,
in the nearby woods around me.
It reminds me of my father's truck
& my grandfather's farm house.

Simple scents...
A familiar perfume on a stranger's skin,
that makes my mind visualize my best friend's fresh-smiling face
& the warmth of her embrace.

Erotic scents...
Those romantic and euphoric filled scents,
Like the one's worned by men, who decide to ride the same bus
as I, this morning. It did, indeed, give me butterflies
while I thought of that long, lost and unreachable past love.

Odd familiar scents...
precious memories & gifts given to me by strangers for free.

I Would Do it All Over Again

Summer is gone,
But so is the living it easy.
Everyone is worried about where to go,
In the place I just walked out a few months ago,
And oh, I miss it so!

Fall is approaching,
And winter comes after.
What marvelous Mville disaster.
Leaves on the ground,
They color our world,
As we walk a few steps to the nearest exit door.

What’s to become,
Of the new to come?
What’s it to be,
Of Mville or better yet of me?

I did hate some mornings,
Where I had to wake to learn.
But oh, how I miss the smell
of the sweaty, carpeted, and noisy
Dorm room, I laid to rest.

I did regret the fact,
That flik food was all I had.
But now I long for "Food and Love In the Kitchen"
as a quick stop for a chat.

Reid Hall, the place that had it all.
History, offices, and haunted stories which made me fall in love.
I miss walking in to a castle everyday,
Have you ever wondered, damn! Mville made me a princess today!

Music, art, and always partying hard.
It’s the students’ motto right from the start.
Do not worry; I didn’t forget the other things.
Playing a sport and creating science, all sound like art to me!

And now as they walk in fresh,
I think to myself, if you give it to me again
I would take it no regrets.

Lyrics - "I wish I could go back to college by Avenue Q" (Broadway Musical)

I wish I could go back to college.
Life was so simple back then.

What would I give to go back and live in a dorm with a meal plan again!

I wish I could go back to college.
In college you know who you are.
You sit in the quad, and think, "Oh my God!
I am totally gonna go far!"

How do I go back to college?
I don't know who I am anymore!

I wanna go back to my room and find a message in dry-erase pen on the door!
Ohhh...
I wish I could just drop a class...

Or get into a play...

Or change my major...

Or fuck my T.A. (S.I)

I need an academic advisor to point the way!
We could be...
Sitting in the computer lab,
4 A.M. before the final paper is due,
Cursing the world 'cause I didn't start sooner,
And seeing the rest of the class there, too!

I wish I could go back to college!

How do I go back to college?!
AHHHH...

I wish I had taken more pictures.

But if I were to go back to college,
Think what a loser I'd be-
I'd walk through the quad,
And think "Oh my God...
...These kids are so much younger than me."