#18 (Eighteen)

[Poem about both the age and the sonnet - I'll give a million cool points to who can specifically recognize the inspiration of this piece. DISCLAIMER: Cool points cannot be redeemed for cash, only compliments. - Theo.]




18.


Eighteen months later, I’m still at this desk,
Tallying the days since June Twenty-fifth.
I’m next to the phone, incase you should call.
Should you write, I moved it near the mail box.


I just sit and I stare… I double-take where,
I see familiar strangers with sun in their hair.


Eighteen months, over a year of my life.
Five hundred twenty days to be precise.
I’ve filled book aft’r book, this entire time.
I’ll run out of page ‘fore I keep you mine.


This case is hopeless, Yes, but regardless
The dream mixed with the memory
Producing endless poetry
Surpassing the beauty of reality


So you are heartless, Yes, so I know this
Slither, shadowed by gallant fantasy
Facts dissolve in attractive mystery
They live longer then us, in infamy.


Once… I write it right, I write.
“It will once… I write it right.”


When you leave your things, you leave an excuse,
To converse, return, what we’ve been reduced.
Words cannot tell how or what is true of:
When beauty lived and died as flowers do, love.


Someday, somehow, a letter will summarize
Immortalize passion that never dies.
I’m too much of a perfectionist
When its done I swear you’ll get it


But not this letter
I can do better.


The dream mixed with the memory
Producing endless poetry
Surpassing the beauty of reality
Facts dissolve in attractive mystery
Someday, somehow, a letter will summarize
Immortalize passion that never dies.


Once… I write it right, I write.
“It will once… I write it right.”



Oh, Eighteen

Months, your sunny blonde turned white.
Slither, Shadow, Six feet below sun’s light.


The dreams I had will eternally thrive
In publication of my written mind.


Once… I write it right, I write.
“It will once… I write it right.”

The Spark

[Happy Valentine's day all! Here's one to coincedental/accidental first kisses, minus the hassle of the trouble it can cause! You can read plenty of those poems later. This piece is pure electricity! Hope you enjoy, Theo.]

A fire in my belly
Back drafting out of my eyes
My nose, my mouth, and my hands
Flames leaping out of my pores
And jumping into yours.

Your big brown eyes
Like two big black holes
They have gravities of their own.

Their pulling me in,
imploding in themselves,
Making me disappear,
Blending me into one.


Like metal to a magnet,
We accelerate towards each other.
Closer, faster, and connect.

We catch each other with such finesse
Like a puzzle, it was just meant.
Fate, in a way. Just-
Like two cars clip in an accident.

A spark of static leaps across.
Your lips tingle against mine.
Your arms tangle around me.

We’ve created something, big.
It could be a life, it could be a mess.
Its getting hot standing here
So close to you in the freezing cold.
Is it just me?

Like a spot light from the heavens,
Shining down upon us,
There’s a chemistry between us,
Besides the chemical in our blood.

I pull away, then I return,
as the tension insists.

For a moment I’m surrounded
By an eerie calm of distraction,
an ignorant bliss.

These problems, their symptoms,
No longer persist.
You are a friend, a medicine,
A finely combined mix.

I’m left stunned and speechless
Shot by a dart to the heart
And I didn’t even see it coming.
But I feel as if I could've.

This fire in me,
This fire I have,
It roars loudly and burns quickly,
From one heart to the next to the next.

I'm trying to find the right extinguisher
That will cool it to just a low steam
Slowly emitting a pot of hot water
Ready for a tea.

This fire burns bridges,
But it needs you.
I need you.

You are more then just a convenience
You are much more then just a route.
There’s a reason I stop to speak to you
And I don’t just pass on my commute.

I don’t want to play darts at hearts again,
I tend to miss the mark.
But I cant deny this science
I cannot argue with the spark.

The Spark
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin

Attacked by a Cougar!!

Its older then racism,
but it’s the new sexism.
Its not just a fad with this
generation but all generations.
It’s a little prejudice called ageism
and we stick it to those who do it.
Laugh at the differences now
but the hate is all the same!

Attacked by a Cougar.
Hey, Age is just a number,
An insignificant digit.

And it seems you’ve picked mine, my dear.
You’re only as old as your innocence
And if it makes you feel any better
I’ve been guilty for many years.
1, 2, 3, 4...


You purr like a kitten
You pounce like a lion
Clean cut but misleading
Oh Dear, What are you hiding?

You’ve got my scent
And you’re on the prowl
Sense of smell like a hound
With the eyes of an owl

There’s no way I can out run
There’s no way you’ll be out done
By this punk kid waiting against a brick wall
For what, I don’t know, but I may as well stall


Attacked by a cougar
Mauled beyond recognition
You do what you want, girl
There is no point to resisting

I can fight the tide, the system, the sky
But I’ll never find the words to describe
The way you sink your teeth into life
For as long as I live to write
I’ll never find words to describe

Age is just a number,
Alright, Alright. You still got it.
Age is just a number,
Alright, Alright, You still got it.
1, 2... 1, 2, 3, 4...

Attacked by a cougar
Mauled beyond recognition
You do what you need, girl
There is no point to resisting.

Attacked by a Cougar
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin.

We Might As Well (Since We're On Our Way To Hell)

So, I walk in
I brought my two friends
And we’re sitting at the bar
Drinking Heinekens.

And that’s when you,
That’s when you walk in.
You caught the corner of my eye
And you turned my head,

Like a hook.
My sights are locked in
But my safety is on
in case you got a boy friend!

Like a hook
Of a song in my head
I can’t repress the words
And soon I just start singin’

Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know you know
Don’t act like you know better/
Come on, It’s wrong
Isn’t that why
its seems so right?
Hey.
Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know you know
Don’t act like you know better
Come on, It’s wrong
But if
We’re on our way to hell…
We may as well.

Maybe its because
I’m going for the subtle thing
you haven’t been
able to tell

That I’m thinking
I didn’t travel,
all this way
To keep my hands to myself

Let’s go
They don’t care
Don’t you know
It’s true.
Let’s leave
Let’s get out, please
Don’t you know
It’s you.

From the time
That I met you
I knew, Oh yeah, Oh, Oh, I knew.
From the time
That I met you
It wasn’t even an hour ago…

Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know, you know
Don’t act like you know better
Come on, It’s wrong.
Isn’t that why
its seems so right?

If we’re on our way to hell.
Oh yes, we’re on our way to hell,
If we’re on our way to hell…
We might as well.


We Might As Well (Since We're On Our Way To Hell)
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin

Troilus and Cressida

You have it all
The green eyes, the smile
You have it all
The courage, the style
You have it all
From your laugh to your jokes
From your goals to your hopes
Like finding something long lost
That I forgot to look for
I feel like I’ll never look for anything again

Everyone’s looking into the spotlight
We’re hiding backstage in the folds
All of this, no one knows this story
At least it never was well told
But with a beauty like that
In a situation like this
We could try to explain forever
But we’d never do it justice

You have it all
The green light, the floor
You have it all
From the bed to the door
You have it all
From my head to my toes
From my joys to my woes
Like finding something long lost
That you forgot to look for
I feel like I’ll never look for anything again

I’m yours, You have it all
And its just beginning
Because
You, You’re something else.
You’re something else. Something else.

Everyone’s running for the battlefields
You’re pull me by the hand to the shore
We lie in the beach grass just smiling
We almost forget about the war

Have you ever looked at something
Or someone Or nothing
And wished you had a camera
So you could record everything,
the entire moment that’s fleeting

Can you catch five senses in panorama?
Because I’m sitting here looking at the sky
And I can’t help but think about life
When everyone here will eventually die
Love seems like its reckless to try

But you
You have it all
All I’ve wanted, I’ve needed
You have it all
Everything I have, I will give it
You have it all
Everything that I call myself
Because
You, You’re something else.
You’re something else. Something else.

Hey,
Looking all around but when our eyes meet
Can you feel the burning? We’re creating heat
Keep moving closer in time with the beat
I’m giving it all and its all yours for keeps

But You have it all
All I’ve wanted, I’ve needed
You have it all
Everything I have, I will give it
You have it all
Everything that I call myself
Because
You, You’re something else.

You’re something else.
Looking all around but when our eyes mee
You’re something. Something else.
Keep moving closer in time with the beat
You’re something else.
Everyone’s looking into the spotlight
You’re something. Something else.
All of this, no one knows this story
You’re something else.


Troilus and Cressida
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin