Here and Now

My intricate feelings are lost
in this mess of incredible misunderstandings
between you and yourself and your heart.
Don't look at me with those accusing eyes
when you don't even know who is behind them.
Don't listen to the useless words of those
who don't give a damn about you.
Don't listen to me either . . .
My intricate feelings are lost
and I don't know where I can feel them again.
I am just as lost as they are.
Don't look at me as I fall into this
and lose all my mind and nerves.
Don't give up on your endless futile attempts
to find whats both right and easy.
Don't give up on me either . . .
My intricate feelings are lost
Somewhere between here and now
and I can't bear to look at then and there.
Don't look at me like you understand
and you would do anything to help.
Don't walk away from this mess of problems
that you threw together by yourself.
Don't walk away from me either . . . .

And So It Begins . . .

Wait, don't blink
You're bound to miss something
Because Time has a tendancy
To fly faster than light.
But let's slow down
To the speed of sound
And let everything else pass us by.
Deep into the night
Our conversations turn
Into works of art.
A splash of laughter
A stroke of empathy
A swirl of understanding
And a variety of colors.
Add a frame
And there's our friendship.
But it will never be finished.
On occasion
We can pick up a brush
And together we'll add
Spl-att-e-rs and s/t/r/i/p/e/s
And streaks of new dimensions and hues,
Stopping every once in a while
To step back and admire our masterpiece.
And the best part is
We know we can always add more.