A Guy Like Me

Don't be absurd, don't be too silly. But what's a guy like me to do?

Don't do that, don't get too edgy when all I want is to be with you.

There's something quite magical it's right there in your touch

And I'm feeling myself fragile that I'm wanting it so much.

When we've got to talking and I've got to see you smile

For that I'd go on walking another hundred extra miles.

And the way that you are seeing brings electricity to the air

It's the core of your being makes my heart give such a care

There's so much I could offer, give so much to see it through

If I asked, would you tell me; what's a guy like me to do?

Don't be rash, don't get lost in feelings. But what's a guy like me to do?

Don't charge in, don't be alarming, when all I want is to be with you.

I've been searching for some time to find the woman that you are.

Been hunting for the right rhyme, been looking so near and far.

Caught up in the magic of the everything that’s you

Your effect on me is seismic, and I know this to be true.

It’s something so strong, like nothing since before.

To this I want to belong, for here and ever more.

Want to fill my days, fill my life, fill them up with you

Help me to help you see me; what’s a guy like me to do?

If I told you softly what these things they do to me,

Would you take my hand and tell me just to let them be?

Draw me ever closer, maybe open up your heart?

Find that it could be from me you’d never want to part?

Flowers they will wither and gifts will fade away.

All I have are these words, and what they try to say.

But I will bring you those things, and still keep speaking true.

And I will conquer any mountain just so I can be with you.

Maybe this sounds all too silly, maybe it’s just too absurd?

I know I can be so forthcoming, in my earnest so awkward.

But I knew it from the first time, knew it with our first kiss

There’s not much more I’ve ever wanted; not much more but this.

When it comes right to it, what’s a guy like me to do?

And I just want you to know it; all the love I have for you. 

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Well, lookie, here; I done wrote me a love song...

Actually this was written, originally, in the hopes, first, of resurrecting an old love affair, but - when it became obvious that I wasn't going to be the one, it became just expressing how I was feeling. Must have been really in there, because I woke up with most of this already in my head.

But, it's also, I think, a really great expression of what a lot of guys probably go through, when they fall for that special girl; the thought processes of the insecurities we go through, and the want to stand out above all the rest. 

So, I give this to every poor guy out there looking for his heart's voice... 

City and Town

Ragged red roadsters roar down the road, Glass eyed marbles travel in auto mode.

Landscape twisting shadowed street gray, Can’t hear the words the melodies say.

Herding their flock the great boards yell, Making your wants vibrant, they sell.

This is that they just want you to see, Given for take they devour currency.

This is the city, this is the town

People here and there, everywhere around

Up on the sidewalk, out in the street

The waves of the faces never you’ll meet

Pounding a beat, their feet to the ground

Living in the city, living in the town.

Cathedral halls thrust out ever so high Could they would they scrape the sky?

Stacked and towered these walls the mold Blinking lights say they do as they’re told.

No more space here, it left in the Fall Run out the limits when no growth stalled.

The flood of the masses likely to drown No venting, no egress, could there be found.

The bramble the ramble of out stretched hands They’re reaching and clutching from broken lands.

Climbing twinkle lights want to hypnotize On the corner wannabe black robes moralize.

An echo a din of harmonic cacophony, From choirs and boxes no way to see

A pulse to which can be put no finger, Rhythm with no rhyme destine to linger.

This is the city, this is the town

It’s towers and temples all way round

Surrounded by its high heights

Dwarfed by all their might

Washed over by the echoed sound

Living in the city, living in the town

Where are the hills, where are the trees?! Get me out of here, someone help me please!

Closing in on me, why won’t let me breath!

Towers built on hills made of shaky ground? Battered by the roars, by the constant sounds!

I need to go, please why won’t you show me how?

Everywhere it’s there, everywhere I see! Every place I look on top of the scenery!

I think I’m being swallowed whole!

Because this is the city, this is the town

Pressing over people, pound upon pound

It’s a living, eating thing, buzzing with electricity

Show you so much gonna make your eyes scream

Pull you under, make you  gonna drown

Living in the city, living in the town

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Even though today I make a couple trips a week into San Francisco, when I first ventured into the city, at the tender age of eight, I wasn't as really impressed by the sites as I was terrified by them. Having never been to any city before, I was more taken back in shock. Actually, I had a panic attack styled melt down.

Needless to say, it wasn't the most pleasant adventure for my then young mother.

Today I actually enjoy outings into what is one of the most iconic cities in the world, and look forward to the many sites and treasures it waits for me to discover. But, I've never quite forgotten the fear of that little eight year old...