Out Of My Mind

I thought a lot
about what you said
about what you meant

if you came along
in another time
I still would’ve seen you
still would’ve loved you
but the time was wrong
oh, the time was wrong

will you come again
in another life
will you grace my world
with your smile
will it mean as much
as it does now?

and I hurt so bad
but it’s not the end of me this time
this time
this time

can’t get you out of my mind
why can’t I get you out of my mind
can I get you out of my mind
oh, my mind
out of my…..
can I get you out of my mind (x3)
been waiting too long
can I get you out of my mind
been waiting too long
waiting too long

life without you doesn’t mean a thing
doesn’t mean a thing

get out of my head
get out of my head
get out of my head

I’m not alone
I’m not alone

         

       

Copyright L.M. 2008.  (written June 9th, 2008.).

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Promenade

still enamored by a dream
a silly, softened, stitchless seam
a carbonated, senseless laugh
an embarrassingly shameless gaffe
the one dynamic sits unpaid
the one fear leaves me unafraid
the single most endearing act
and priceless crime must you attract
a signal-laden field of mines
a fork with fused and broken tines
a walk down new and foreign lanes
or through solemn, bleak champaigns
decisions made, though left unclear
still run the ship straight through the pier
but dreamers dream a softer flight
when they flee, giggling in the night
down streets that brilliantly shine
so luminous and so devine
and so the portion gently laid
my point, I daresay, has been made

       

         

Copyright L.M. 2008.  (written March 3rd, 2008.).

Alternative

eyes cast downward
you’ll never see the sky
how can you fly
with a fear of heights?
perennial heartbreak
won’t make you stronger
what doesn’t kill you just
makes life seem longer
painting pictures with your tears
you know it doesn’t have to be like this
write it
sing it
try just to be it
you’re only lost in your mind
you will be fine

      

      

Copyright L.M. 2008.

Quiver

you stood there
watching me
wondering, wondering
and I stood behind
an average face
quivering

I’ve always wanted to see
the other side of me
and it’s okay
if you don’t understand
what I mean

I took a walk
and I didn’t look behind
because I didn’t want to see
just what you wanted me to

how dare you leave me breathless
on this road, quivering
these words I sing are meaningless
and they leave me quivering
quivering

and when you asked me
I said
more than you wanted me to

I took a walk
and I didn’t look behind
because I wouldn’t let you see
what you mean to me

how dare you leave me breathless
on this stage, quivering
these words I sing are meaningless
and they leave me quivering

quivering
more than you wanted me to

        

       

Copyright L.M. 2008.  (written January 20th, 2008.).

Path Away

face
distraction
pain
and greed

look
around you
face
your need

time
has taught you
only
to lead

(so) break
the mold now
be free

I’ve wanted so much for you
more than you wanted me to
footsteps could lead me away
or bring me right back to you

upon the houses
the rain starts to fall
upon the benches
it drenches them all
and I’ve seen your light
it shines through the night
and upon the streets
far below

      

        

Copyright L.M. 2008.

Il ne faut pas confondre les faux pas / One mustn’t confuse the faux pas…..

“faux pas”

I noticed this curious little tidbit probably a few months ago, it resurfaced when I was in Florida, and just again today, so I thought I’d share this with you.

  I’m curious if the first people to use “faux pas” in its current sense realized they had two sets of homonyms that end up with the same overarching meaning….. quite witty if they did.  Here’s how it works:

“faux pas”:

“faux”: false
“pas”: step

= false step, misstep
 a social slip-up, blunder

“faut pas”:

shortened from “il ne faut pas” in slang
“faut”: must
“ne….. pas”: not

= [indefinite] “one” must not, “one” shouldn’t
 when used as a noun, a social blunder

  Quite witty, if that was the intention.  Oh words, how I love thee…..

Paris Calling

the night began without you
lilting, dreaming, reading fantasies
a time of cleansing
then you
and songbirds couldn’t sound as charming
as when our sounds reached the streets
emulating polycarbonate
or scratching anew
but it was good
and it was true
then without you
I rediscovered beauty on my own
painting with dotted lines
slips, skips, drags
loops, arcs, lags
and I watched the water
its distance shortened by snow
drifting unfalteringly down
laying my paper
that I retraced on my way home
you missed it but
maybe it missed you?
I think it was for me
when They whispered:

“Genevieve”

       

Copyright L.M. 2008.