Such pretty things
          You said to me-

Unbutton me
               Some more.

For I am yours
          To take tonight
           Upon this forest floor.

Let's make a bed
         In Autumn leaves,
                     & leave
                  No leaf unturned.

Beneath these trees
             Please teach me,
                      Please-
To learn
   A love
      Unlearned.

Hey, hey
It's Saturday
A rather unimportant lazy day
Whether skies are blue or skies are grey
Doesn't matter for
A lazy Saturday

I always loved it when you smiled.
You're a golden child.
Sit down, For this here might take a while..

Music is your muse but for me it's you.
I'd pull down the Moon for you & all you have to do is just ask me too.

I miss my making love under the covers to my little hippie lover.

The stars shining above us.

Never would've thought you end up with another.

My heart hurts as it struggles to cope with its fault.

Now I'm lost..

Saturday Morning -
It's a little cloudy,
It's a little windy.

Text: We're going to get brunch
So get ready.
Thoughts: I'm hungry! It's getting late
and we have to go to a birthday party.
Baby. hurry!

Menu: I can't have anything heavy,
Me and my girlfriend were out yesterday.
To the lady: Strawberry crepes for me, please,
I'll also have a caramel macchiato, and...
Can you add a Perrier? Thanks.

Across the table: What is this moment?
It's not butterflies, there's no knots in my stomach.
I think it's love...it's definitely happiness...
This is straight out of a movie...

No, nothing speacial happened.
It was just a cloudy Saturday morning
But there was enough Sun to hit our window,
And I just couldn't believe
I was living that moment.

I wish i could reverse
The cure i accidentally
Placed on you
This tests my waters every time i think about it
I just want you to be remain unscathed
While you continue your life without anymore pain
I'm always relentless on being cognizant with people's feelings
But when i mess up, i guess it's jackpots for Satan.
I'm so sorry
I feel worse than any Saturday morning cartoon villain can ever aspire to be.

Ruby Jeffords was cutting a rug
To the music played by hubby Bub.
Four guitars and a moonshine jug,
Bass fiddle made from a wash tub.
And the music they play is not
Headed out for Carnegie Hall.
While it may not be sophisticated
Everyone is having a ball.

There’s two stepping and stomp
And a lot of big cowboy hats.
It’s a country and western romp
And it don’t get better than that.
The fiddle player is sawing
Like he’s cutting a cord of wood.
The onlookers are clapping hands.
They’d all join in if they could.

And the music they play is not
Headed out for Carnegie Hall.
While it may not be sophisticated
Everyone is having a ball.

The dance floor is so crowded
Some people just sit this one out.
But they add to the joy and spirit
Because they clap loud and shout.
They feel the music and tap toes
Falling into the music and beat.
Bub playing, and Ruby dancing
Everybody tapping their feet.

Ruby Jeffords was cutting a rug
To the music played by hubby Bub.
Four guitars and a moonshine jug,
Bass fiddle made from a wash tub.
And the music they play is not
Headed out for Carnegie Hall.
While it may not be sophisticated
Everyone is having a ball.

दिनै आं 5-40 रिँगायाव सिखारदोँ
खेबसे सिखारनायनै उन्दुफिन्दोँ
मानोना दामानि जोबोद गुसु
आरो 6-20 रिँगायावसो सिखारफिन्दोँ
सिखारनायनि उनाव आङो दुब्लियाव
माथाम मोसौखौ खाहैदोँ
फैफिननानै देहानि थाखाय दान्दिसे गेलेदोँ
हाथाइ मानजिना मोखां सुनानै
8-25 रिँगायाव फुंनि ओँखाम जादोँ
बिजाब फरायदोँ दोँनैसो खन्थाइ लिरदोँ
11-36 रिँगायाव साननि ओँखाम जादोँ
बिनि उनावबो आङो बिजाब फरायदोँ
1-16 रिँगायाव आफाजोँ खामानि मावफादोँ
मारा होनो थाखाय माय बजा जाबदोँ
बिनि उनाव दुगैनानै गानै जोमै
दुब्लिनि मोसौखौ लायनानै
न'नि गलियाव खाफैदोँ
बिनि उनाव बिजाब फरायदोँ
7-30 रिँगायावनो मोनानि ओँखामखौ जादोँ
बिनि उनाव आङो बिजाब फरायदोँ
9-40 रिँगायाव उन्दुनो एमसिम।

the rain is controlled,
with a whip,
it's being cast up,
spun,
twirled then hit.

it's thrown against glass,
dew drops in my hair,
the soft touch on my skin,
I stroke them off, upmost care.

joins with the sea,
a seamless stream,
silver and frothing,
home to the bream.

plenty of fish,
and I've got my catch,
needed no bate,
my heart on a latch.

I'll love you forever,
in this whirl,
we're the drops that chase,
on car windows we swirl.

you're keeping warm,
passed this hurricane,
August, October, September, November,
catching my rain.

He shouted
the music booming
smoke like tendrils around her face
tiny tremors marching beneath,
the same ones that led him to this place,
the ones that pointed to Her,
Her,
always Her.

Her,
                    the one beside the bar
Her,
                    the blue eyed specter with leather boots
Her,
                    the final note in the euphony known as Saturday night


                                           She shouted back
whites of eyes glowing against the black light,
his faint neon smile revealed,
tiny tremors pushing forward,
the same ones that brought her there,
the ones that brought him,
Him,
always Him.

Him,
                    the one muted by the music
Him,
                    the dark haired calamity with red adidas
Him,
                    the only one to hear the cacophony of night

              
                  They shouted
                             led by the echoes inside
                             into the street
                             tiny tremors beautified by the fresh air
                             the same ones that vibrate beneath
                             the ones that marched
                                                         ­          and pushed
                                                     and gazed through the window
                             the ones that lead always to her
                             the ones that always brings them close
Tiny tremors engulfing them
Them,
always Them.