Il Ragazzo e la Ragazza

Sitting on a college lawn
with nothing to do...
just the grass beneath.
It was our seat.

Your hair so black...
it was never in it's place.
We always laughed...
till we were hardly a trace.

So sweet, soft spoken,
never a frown...
I'd buzz around you
like a happy clown.

We barely thought about time
and how it was to go.
It never mattered...
slow was fast and
fast was slow.

Where ever we went
we brought all we had seen...
our thoughts and ideas
and everything in between.

There was magic in our sights.
We'd go from mornings...
on into so many nights.
There was liquid in our lights.

Thick

"Love Means You Never Have to Say You're Sorry"
You just have say, "I Love You"
...every couple of years.

Golden Hands

I've been thinking about how I managed to get this far and how far I'm going to go before it's time to go. I have memories of being a kid and seeing each day as a new beginning. Some days trailed into each other and became quests to make something happen.
I used to build things that couldn't take just one day to do. I learned that if you try to make something happen in one day that is supposed to take a week you wind up with something that looks like hell. A kit is a box of pieces that go together in just a certain way. I have to admit that reading instructions is boring but there's nothing worse than pulling something apart because something had to go inside first. After a while and a lot of really crappy kits later I found out that reading instructions could actually enhance the experience of putting things together. They became the best night time reading in bed moments and became a way better thing to do than reading comic books at night. Look at me growing up. That actually was a growing up thing.
That's how comic books went away. It was so cool to be reading how it would go together. My imagination would kick in and I'd see how it would look. So that's how that happened too. I can still do that. It's so important to be able to visualize how what you want to make will look when you're done. What a blessing it was to have had those opportunities to learn how to do what I want to do.
Sometimes I feel bad that I was so alone. It took a lot of time to learn that that's not such a bad thing when you can do what I can do. Josie used to say I had golden hands. She gave me a screw driver and a cutting pliers and I was on my way. Thanks Mom for that old radio you let me take apart. That's what started it all.

True Until Death

There's so many things that still need to be said,
those things that'll make it right... before I'm dead.
I know how it's right for me and not about who.
I want to say those things... directly to you.

Searching For A Melody

I've lived my life like a tune
with just a chorus...
recurring intervals of hope
while searching for you.
One song without a beginning.
One Song without an end.

Now You Know It

I guess it's not what we feel it's how we show it.
All of those years I was and you didn't know it.
What I'd keep inside, you could call it pride...
I was so afraid to let it out and then I'd blow it.

There's a rage that's been burning deep within me
from the very moment I met you.
It's a fire that no other man can ever achieve.
It's so hard to keep hidden, it's always there.
When I think of someone who just might dare
take the chance and finally get you.

Did you really think? Is it such a surprise?
It was always there right behind my eyes.
It's a shameful sadness,
and definitely madness.
It's my weakness and I've keep it stored...
my jealousy, my fears... so insecure.

You needed a man who was forever strong...
determined to get there what ever the fight.
Care about a man who thought he could lose you?
How can I say yes? and yet... still be right?
Just keep it out of sight and never show it.
I'm so jealous. I confess... now you know it.

Now I find out that he's back from the past.
He wasn't the first and he won't be the last.
It's just that you make it such a big deal
about what I wasn't and who'll make it real.
Go do what you do I'll get over your shame.
You're not so sweet and I always get the blame.

Moral Fiber

Knowing the truth and not only having what it takes to tell it, but having what it takes to explain it.