Do You Remember...?

Do you remember

Back in Y2k3?

I was sitting next to you.

You were sitting next to me.

And I went ahead

And I asked you out,

And you responded

With not a single hint of doubt,

That you would be glad

To go out with me.

My heart skipped a beat,

And did back flips out of glee.

And Here we are now,

Seven years hence,

And I love you even more

Than I did whence.

I love you forever,

My sweet little love,

From the ground below my feet,

And to the sky above.

I’m glad that when I asked you

You replied with a yes,

As I doubt I could do any better.

After all, you are the best.

More Meetings...

Another boring meeting,
But remember, I have a plan,
And that is to spend that meeting
In a place called "La-La Land."

They may control my body's location,
But they can't control my mind,
And where it wants to wander
And where it will reside.

So, meeting, blah.
You, yay.
I could get used to this
Every day.

Every cloud, it seems
Has its silver lining,
And my gray clouds
Has me, for you, pining.

Wandering

The meetings are boring,
And the meetings are long.
The meetings are dreadful,
And wretched, and wrong.

But there's one thing that
I can get from meeting:
A freedom to drift
To thoughts normally fleeting.

There I sit, in a room,
Bored, in a chair,
And oblivious to the meanderings
Around me. Without a care.

And then my mind wanders
Like a fly and a shoo,
And where it falls
Is gently upon you.

Rest

A day of rest, or cleaning.
I forget.
But a day I'm glad
That I get.

For any day I have,
It's true,
Is best spent
when invested with you.

And any day
That's spent without
Is a day of dark misery,
Shadows, and doubt.

But, hey, those days
Haven't really ever come,
So, I'm glad in my blissful ignoranace
To be quite contentedly dumb.

The Way...

The way we roll,
Six-sided, don't hide it.
Pick a card. Any card.
That's the way we roll.

The way we play,
All day? Any way?
Until our eyes are dry
And our hair is gray?
That's they way we play.

And the way it goes:
Fancy cars, fancy clothes,
Fancy stats, hair, eyes, and nose.
That's the way it goes.

The way we game?
Ever always, always the same,
In several ways, it's quite insane,
But, that's the way we game.

What Work You Have Done!

What work you have done!
What amazing work.
Once hanging on walls,
Now hanging, again, on walls.

Admired by many, few, all,
Hanging, there upon the wall.
Once in a big, room,
Now, in a small.

The fairy tales are told
Timeless, and classic.
And they're on our walls
Because of you, and a hammer, and a level.

I enjoy seeing these things.
I never tire
Of looking at
The work you have done.

Caught Up

I know I was slacking,
And my poems were lacking
In existing,
Because, I suppose, I was resisting.

I didn't know how to start
A new year, a kind hear,
And many, many goals,
Unable to take polls.

But here I am, right now, breaking even,
And I'm sorry it took me so long.
Please don't think of me as an unloving heathen,
For I'm sorry if I've made you feel wronged.

It's time and time again to write
The kinds of words that help our souls take flight.
And rush us off into the night,
Until we see the morning light.

Aquickbreak

Even though it's back to the grind,
Fate has a way of saying "I'm still kind."
I get to take some time off work,
And spend it with a stupid smirk.

We drive around, and pay two bucks,
And walk around in cold, which sucks.
And shiver and chatter until we're blue,
But, hey, it's time I get to spend with you.

And we drop a few thou' on an education,
In a school with the first educational TV station (in the nation!)
And they tell you, "Wait. In Tempore,"
Until you're tired, or broke, or poor.

It's a toil, and maybe a trial,
And you and I both know it's taking a while,
But, you know, I can't help but smile,
Having a reason to spend more time with you.

Normal

Finally, things are back to normal,
Though not normal, like I'd like them to be.
I'd like normal to be independent wealth,
And a vacation every day.

And I'd like normal to be peaceful,
Quiet. And without neighbors yelling
Or slamming doors.
Or stomping around. Or being annoying.

And normally, we'd get to go on adventures,
And normally, we'd hang out.
And normally, we'd talk about life,
Though we couldn't really talk about what had happened to us that day, as we would have already been there.

But normal normal is fine by me,
As I normally get to see you.
And we normally spend a nice evening together.
And we normally have lots of great times.

Mrow

Some may find it very odd
That we take them out, and poke and prod,
And put them in a tiny cage.
I wonder if they get enraged.

Our babies are babies, but not human ilk,
But furry, and fuzzy, and favoring of milk,
And as important to us as are
The children of others they declare with stickers on the backs of a van or car.

They carry our love when it gets to much to carry,
And like a treasure, they'd horde and they'd bury
It if they had a good place to do so,
One that doesn't smell like doo. So...

And while they may protest,
And say that my motives only bring them distress,
I don't mind saying it, 'cause it's true:
It gives me another reason to spend time with you.

The Last Day (Before Things Go Back)

It's like an eventide,
Where we're stuck between night and day.
And there we stand,
On the end of the universe.

We had everything.
Everything!
And now, we have to share
With the rest of existence.

I'm selfish. So are you.
We don't like to have to share,
But time plays us
Like instruments.

So, stare up at the cerulean sky,
And shout defiantly at the universe.
And maybe, just maybe,
We'll get another second to split between the two of us.

A Brand New Day

A brand new day we have
To do what we want,
When we want,
And nothing gets in our way.

A kite unfurled, flies
Through the clouds, skies,
And always, always it will rise,
Flying higher, it never dies.

We can have something like that kite,
Always aloft, alove, alight.
Through the day, noon, or night,
And kites can always be in flight.

A brand new day we have,
A day free of obligations.
We can lounge about
Or do something else. Who knows?

A New Year

A new year
Mustn't be a blue year.
It can be a true year,
One without new fear.

And the resolutions
With encourage evolutions,
Changes, alters, revolutions,
No ambiguities or convolutions.

A brand new year,
With a brand new plan
To take the world
And make demands.

A brand new year,
A brand new world
Is waiting out there
To be unfurled.