The Voyeur

You think no one is watching you as you sip your juice
you flip your hair
toss off your slippers
no one hears you as you whisper
so you say so you think

but on the other side of your window
lies a peeping tom in wake
lying in your wake a peeping tom awaits

for you to shake a tail feather
slide off your bustier
and your panties off your derriere
or just to see you walking around
like you do
talking, twirling, dancing singing
oh trust me
he is listening

He's got weird fetishes
a list of them, he'd like for you to do
in his bedroom
with you and he alone

But the voyeur is a sad and empty soul
no courage or nerve hits him ten fold
he'll sit alone and pretend
worship you from afar

and one day maybe he'll get lucky
and the ehxibitionist will steal the show

To Be Sad Today

tumbling tumblewood drifting off like tea should
i always assumed I would want to
be surrounded by people today
And even just yesterday I even worried I'd be sad today
and that was just an expectation I had
and you know I could have made that choice
To be Sad today
but it didn't happen
because I realized I don't care as much as I thought I might
as I expected I would
and had fun today with my little party
no expectations no party dress
We even drank mimosas
and I didn't even wash my hair
I'd have to say it was a perfect day

Last night's atrocities

I don't care about last night's atrocities
I am not worried about the lack there of finding the right pawns
I know this is all part of a larger manifestation
that is bigger than what I have ever known

I am not being brought down by the limited minds
I am not even bothered that I have no friends in the fields of the boxing ring
I don't even notice it anymore
There is a lot of testing going on and I have to continue to believe
which isn't hard, cuz I already believe. I already know.

I already know and believe. It becomes clearer everyday.

Now The Real Work Begins

There are no surprises although I am quite excited they like the music
Love the heavy heavy drawls of the day
the week, began empty then continued all the way. It was the 4th time in one week
he came around, all of a sudden it's all abound.
and I'm surprised and amazed but not really
now the real work begins.

And my world of work. About to get crazy and hectic. And I can't help but see
the patterns repeating themselves. but I'm excited none-the-less.
now the real work begins. plans get under way.
in about 3 months time, we wanna get out and play.

The Events of the Day

He tells her he likes her patent leather booties
the way she pops her heels and releases her ankls
his fetish has got me thinking....

My day was colored by the sense of selling out
this artist way of life
empty hours in the day, are they going to soon be filled?
sometimes hard work sounds more appealing
but I don't want to wear a blouse from the department store
nor some slacks that need hemming

I'm hopeful in other terms of what tonight may bring
but disappointment is all to quick to rear it
s funny head.
when it rains it pours and maybe thats what the horse needs
a kick into second gear
the word out to the universe that says
oh she's busy now, now she doesn't have time let's feed her steak
or it could be the other way around and the kitchen will fizzle out
no steak, not even fries, but just the swish swish shwish of driving to work
in the rain. doldrum days in the rain.

sucking down fast food, it's definitely not what I usually do
and once in a while too, I'll definitely drink a red bull.
i'm excited to see what happens this eve
but know i'm not the only deciding factor, if it were up to me...
hell cherry lips woulda stayed, or bill blass would have stayed and we'd be on long on our way...
these things just don't happen over night, and by the time we find one another
someone else has to leave.

I'm so used to it by now, it's not even funny, but still get excited cuz there is new eneergy in the air, and each person brings a new smell.

I just wanna go to sleep/

Energy dry cuz I am always working my fingers to the bone,
even when relaxing I don't
my days are long and keep going strong
i like this lifestyle but feel it's boredom seeping in
i like this lifestyle but haven't written a god damn thing
maybe it's time to start readin agin...

i definitely like the winter nights
sipping coffee and type type typing
the words don't matter its just the tactile
sense of the click click clicking of my finger on the computer keyboards
cuz i don't really have anything that deep to say
Im really so superficial and empty and empty and empty

i like the idea of being a sex psychologist or writing a literary masterpiece
of being an academic book worm, and writing a musical medley
i like the idea of fashion, finger less gloves and tall black boots, leatherette
i like the artist tortured broke and hungry
but I have nothing to create, nothing to sew together
just fucking dumb words, that don't even rhyme
that don't even chime, nor linger in your mind
ok, maybe except that time

occasionally the song will come and sometimes a good poem
but most of the time it's wishful thinking, combined with a restless overactive mind
that takes not cultivation time
and a lot of criticism of others, and envy and jealousy and pretending all of it doesn't exist, though i try my best to avoid it,
and then it's 9:30 its time to retire to my room tired and alone
since I can't get on a plane today, and cruise down himalaya st.
I just wanna go to sleep.

Le Sex

Le Douche Gigolo like sex fetish books at the bookstore
it's all we talk about these days, and think about all day
how to fix your sore relationship with a wet interlude of a vagina
and how you just couldn't seem to make it, just couldn't seem to shake it
wanting her back, wanting it back, so bad

He sells his sack on the black market, while he sells his soul at lunch
can't seem to get to the place He needs to with music
but who am I to talk, who am I to come running to?
I have nothing to offer you, vaginal lube is directed at someone new

no one has time for someone who isn't going to give them the vagina
let's get to the point i mean unless there is a chance
your gonna get laid
then seriously who wants to play the bass

no one wants to look at the big picture anymore
even if being a giant vagina does not equate being a pussy
or a douche gigolo
if you get the fucking sex out of your head maybe you can accomplish something big
something great
if you could just delay gratification then maybe you could pull your ass out of your head long enough
and actually enjoy le sex.

jeez, us.

Story telling and creating myths
behind closed doors behind closed eye lids
embracing creativity in your clothing your styles
telling them what it means

jeez us. it means nothing at all, to me nor anyone else.
jeez us.

there is no god to some of us there is no one left at all
this song is not about a being a person
there is nothing there at all

there is no story behind these words just a palette
I've sown together
there is no linkage for you to know
just read it like you shall
see it like you will
sing it like it is

so turn away the artist in me does
for I create not for you but for me
something in me
and I don't have to depict it for you
nor analyze criticize like some
philosophical history class at the university

dont let it be figured out
thats better art anyway
not trying to understand what the artist' says
jeez.us.