I Wish You Were Here

I'm sitting here confused; staring at the wall.
I'm nibbling at my fingertips; hoping you will call.
It's all happening so fast and strange,
but the best things in life aren't really arranged.

The wait to see you again seems eternal.
This growing flame is becoming an inferno.
Common sense says my head's up too high,
but my heart says this is so right.

Why won't the queasiness go away?
Will we ever see the day?

(chorus:)
How many ways can I say I wish you were here?
How many times can I say I want you near?
I want so bad the chance to hold you tight
'cause when we're together, it just feels right.

My thoughts are with you each and every night.
I close my eyes and see with second sight.
I've never felt so strong the desire to support someone.
That's how I know something special has begun.
I'm filled with warmth just listening to your voice.
You brighten my days with simple joys.

All you have to do is be yourself,
and it's a royal flush you've dealt.
I'm longing for the day I can be at your side
to help you make your dreams take flight.

(repeat chorus)

Oh I wish you were here.
Oh I wish you were here.
I want so bad the chance to hold you tight
'cause when we're together, it just feels right.
Oh I wish you were here.
Oh I wish you were here.
Oh how I wish you were here!

October 5, 1994

Stuck In The Prologue

My mind has turned to a faceless page,
leaving me imprisoned in my psyche's cage.
Major determinants in my future's existence
are filling me with want but resistance.

Where shall I go from here?
My veins quickly surge with fear.
I think I know what Iwant,
but, Oh, how the demons taunt.

Impossibility blackens such color,
and sadly there is no rebuttle.
No fight do I have for fate;
the only hope I have is wait,

but that doesn't guarantee much.
It's as helpful as a broken crutch.
Why is it I always come so close?
It never quite comes before it goes.

My mind has actually offered me a peek
of what heaven is--a pleasure leak?
I even caught a glimpse of Earth,
and my heart immediately valued its worth.

I can see nights illuminated and alive,
and I can feel more pump and drive,
but obstacles hinder.
The flame kindles.

Oh! What shall surface the pages to come?
I don't know whether to embrace or run.
I'll just try to hold back tears,
wondering how to get through these years.

October 1, 1994

Amorous Knight

The lady fair sits on the green;
In her eyes, the moonlight's gleam.
Loneliness plauges her inner soul.
She's stiffed of diamonds; left with coal.

The lady fair stares into the stream;
a soloist in a reflection team.
Forlornness cascades from the sky.
The moment's essence is bitter and dry.

Suddenly, another is in the mirror image.
She knows not whether to grin or grimace.
The lady fair's fear turns to hope.
Her eyes unveil an all new scope.

A cavalier, chivalrous and true,
raises the maiden from her blues.
The princely knight brings the moon to her feet,
the stars to her eyes, and alas, their lips meet.

When they must part during the day,
they carry the other's heart away.
Every flower brings her face to his mind.
Every moonbeam reflects her find.

The lady fair sits on the green.
The gallant knight fulfilled her dream.

September 22, 1994

Buried Treasure

I used to be an eyesore.
The others got looked at,
but I just watched.
(Too ugly or too fat)

It doesn't really matter now.
I occasionally catch them looking,
but usually it happens when
they've got a scheme cooking.

They'll admire me for my intellect;
want my body for my brain;
but are turned off by my soul.
That's what brings the pain.

Why is it they like my mind
but my psyche drives them off?
As evil as other females can be,
you'd think they'd like one soft.

Would life be better
with perfect measurements?
Flawless hair and complexion?
Fabulous ass and tits?

Would it be better
if I was cold as ice?
Caniving; deceiving;
never to sacrifice?

'Cause everything I believe
is turning into fraud.
All the things that even out
are now departing odd.

The signals I am getting
are against all I'd thought.
Everything one should look for
is everything I'm not.

Lose weight. Spend money
on make-up and hair;
trendy clothes; contacts;
and new shoes, a daily pair.

Oh, but pursue my education.
Gather knowledge for others as well,
but spend less time analyzing
and dipping in the inkwell.

Stop caring about everyone
and giving 'til I drop.
Never cry; always say 'no,'
and demand the bullshit stops.

Become cold and closed off.
Cheat and lie to get what I want.
Don't ask what I can do to help.
Simply laugh, bop, and flaunt.

Beauty may be skin deep,
but people tred at the surface.
Lost, I wander, deep in a void,
searching for my purpose.

September 13, 1994

A Logic Puzzle

Whether part of the jigsaw,
or a solo, cardboard shapeless;
Searching for my pre-destined plug-in,
I see no point in completion.

To frame?

Visionless eyepiece to hang on the wall?
Oh yeah
What happened to good old-fashioned art?
Art--

Philosophy;
That was one.
Philosophy;
Wait...
Isn't that what democracy rooted from?
Great philosophers,
thus
great artists,
right?

Hyprocrisy.
That's the bottom line.

September 11, 1994