when i got around

music and words

while i was growing up,

it gave me one fine experience

to do things

that gave me pleasure.

it was a make love on the go –

and man, it was a whole different world

to something even more special.

all that music did

was pull me to the words

to understand what feel

was truly about.

this know the difference

seriously good made of steel

all around attachment,

became the emotional support

long lost in the growing up shuffle.

somehow – for some reason,

this not wanting to back down

out of my life became like savior

that i needed for my own backbone.

while i was growing

and expanding

as a person

on the inside,

it wasn’t being matched

from the outside.

though i continue

to grow and expand

beyond and forever,

it’s vitality

becomes diminished

the very moment

i die from the outside

get wet in beautiful,

cause things in life

don’t follow a fashion guide,

dig deep into your obsessions,

and don’t let your soul

be run over by a logical path.

don’t worry about making people restless,

cause letting yourself be open

is already in the water.

though fallen into less than whole,

resurrection not so forgiving,

he’ll just stay forever

so that he can wade longingly

into his pond scum soul,

never, never really

wanting to be needed,

cause after all,

a wrecked happy home

won’t set him free,

cause there is no other way

that the human experience

is nothing more than an empty glass.

this modern muse creative

just outta bed,

gettin all warm and heady

feelin playful for her hot spot

causin i’m havin a soft spot for her,

partly because i get bored

of too much time away from her

kind of like thing.

there is nothing more

like a little juicy

take it so special

in the energy creative,

until it speaks to her

without uttering a word

in the seems like

subtly so smooth in the cool

sensuals keepin it creamy

in our own way

with our unique blend

of hangin together

in our warm drippin honey

reflectin in the revealin

of all too sexy in the lip lockin

got to get me some of that

pennsylvania hidin in the shadin

access it whenever

i get that jack be nimble be quick

hi flyin in taken it all in the country,

flashin a silver buckle

round in the clear,

cause i know this time,

you got me into all into your lucky

single digits leavin

your summer sky ringtone –

glad i got your number,

thinkin like wanna be unlimited

textin in all the flexibilities,

cause i’m like an evolvin

and writin it super clear

in it’s just what i do,

gotta like pay attention,

cause that comin at ya in the shy

is my pennsylvania hidin in the shadin.

ya simply can’t walk

into this north western pa country town

and not discover

that it must of started out

with some good ole sugar water.

this all in the wilderness

maple runnin in the veins,

can leave just the right man

livin in the snow belt

wantin a little run off

off the hills,

cause these arteries

are like pipelines

pumpin like crazy

out of this slumber,

wantin to be

in her everyday thaw

so subtly sweet

that it leaves me

wantin her lovely,

more than any overnight

about any kind of berrie

can be picked easily in the field,

can’t compare to her soft spoken

doesn’t have to be noticed,

fall into your lap just like that.

cause like syrup

that sticks to a spoon,

it runs off slowly

drippin the kind of drops

with her eyes subtly sweet,

leavin this old winter cabin blues

all about her maple lovin sugar makin

in all that sugar spoonin

gettin it like it

was meant from her

all the time countryside wide

smilin in curls inside the sugar shack.

for the greater

part of his adult life,

he was used and pushed around

because of who he was.

it was not from a lack of drive,

or lack of heart.

it is because

they couldn’t match

what he was becoming.

comin in being like discreet

between the lines

caressin the curves

in salacious good taste

so tasteful in all its beauty,

pleasingly in the sensuous shapes

as if tracing throughout

makin it so elegantly pretty,

cause it takes a little practice

while givin her all the attention

in a pleasant personality

when she really comes around.

this all about

the thing we do –

getting like close

teachin me into seein

that your country

is like strawberry jam,

cause i’m tryin

to be cool like water

and keep it in the movin,

though the lights are dim,

ya make me turn

my clouds of rain

into sunshine through my veins,

cause ya are like

what I’ve been needin

in this country cabin

where the winds blow in the pines,

cause you’re all about bringin it

layin it on thick

with your jeans on tight

on this monday night

like a born bred beauty.