The Beauty Of The Moment

The beauty of the moment, so real, so sincere
The minute the moment passes, you may not be so dear

But the love we're sharing presently will not be lost to time
It will live on forever as a memory sublime

And moment after moment, a lifetime is built
By living every beautiful moment to the hilt

And letting destiny show us the way
On an ordinary day like today.

The beauty of the moment, so pure and so true
The ultimate beauty you and I ever knew

It takes just a moment for the moment to fade
But a lifetime to wipe away the memory we made

So moment by moment, I'll write out this tale
A story to be always revered without fail

Recognizing the value of what feels right
On an ordinary night like tonight.

The beauty of the moment, never odd, never strange
But bringing about a sudden and profound change

A day like any other, a night as routine
Still, a day and night as gorgeous as we've ever seen

Thus, moment to moment, an existence sustains
Itself though all the hardship, turmoil, and pain

Discerning a path to joy from strife
In an ordinarily extraordinary life.

Visible/Invisible

A life lived in agony
The pain that never ends
The wounds that never heal
But you wouldn't know

A life lived in agony
Accustomed to discomfort
Putting on a brave face
But I'm really not that brave

Every moment spent in torture
Yet I smile when I can
And when I can't, forgive me
For not having a great smile

A life spent squirming and writhing and moaning
Struggling to move
Struggling to speak
Every morning, exhausted
Every evening, exhausted
All the time, exhausted
Your sympathy, exhausted

And they tore me apart and put me back together
And I came out stronger
Yet somehow, more broken

And they gave me a pill which makes me feel better
While it makes me feel worse
It improves me
It hurts me

And they gave me false prognoses which made me feel better
And made me feel worse
For they should have known better

And you call me inspiring
You call me a hero
But I'm just trying to live
Before I have to die

And I hope I live as long as they say I will
Except when I hope I die
Because this is hardly living

And you call me positive
You call me happy
But I'm just trying to get by
I'm just trying to get through

You think I'm upbeat
You think I'm a beacon
But I'm just searching for the light
In a life full of darkness.

Walk This Bridge

This bridge is a decrepit relic
This bridge is a sign of glory gone
Carrying nothing but nostalgia
This eyesore has been here too long

My friend, we are much like this bridge
Out of commission, out of use
Still, somehow we're surviving
As our tight-knit bond grows loose

But no one can ever escape the facts
As harsh as they are, it is true
That no matter what, I'll never walk this bridge with you.

This bridge is a work in progress
Rebuilding the past for what's ahead
For that which is merely lying dormant
Is too often given up for dead

My friend, we are much like this bridge
Broken, but slowly in repair
Time is the judge, and we are the jury
Of all that is just, wise and fair

While no one can ever escape the facts
Uncertain as they are, nothing's through
So maybe someday, I will walk this bridge with you.

This bridge is repurposed, reopened
A symbol of nothing gone to waste
Carrying travelers in life's journey
With class, with decorum, with grace

My friend, we are much like this bridge
Enduring through ups, downs, redemption
Carrying us both through our journey
Is an irrepressible affection

And no one can ever escape the facts
Considering the facts, what can I do?
I cannot wait to walk this bridge with you.

Hey, Lorelei!

I noticed that you didn't post on Facebook yesterday.
And that you haven't "liked" any of my posts in three days.
Are you okay?
I even checked your timeline a bunch of times to see if there was anything I missed.
Nothing.
So yeah, if something's wrong, let me know.
I mean, you have my number.
You still have my number, right?
GOOD!
I mean, good.
Call me.
If you want to.
Please.
PLEASE.

By the way, how did you like that bottle of wine I sent you?
I would have given it to you in person, but every time I went to your house, you weren't there.
Well, maybe you were there, but you were in the bathroom or something.
Or maybe you were watching TV and couldn't hear me pounding on the door.
Anyway, did you get it?
That bottle of wine I sent you.
Oh, really?
Because I remember you saying at Pierre's on November 26th last year -- it was between dinner and dessert -- that you hate red wine.
Oh, you'd only ever had Merlot?
Well, you should have told me!
I'd have gladly bought you a glass of Pinot Noir, or Malbec, or Cabernet Sauvi -- no, no, that's fine!
I wouldn't have minded one bit!
Anything for you, Lorelei, you know that!
You do know that, don't you?
Good. But you sound like you don't think I mean it.
You know I mean it?
Are you sure?
GREAT!

So listen, I've been meaning to tell you how wonderful it was last week when I ran into you at Target and we shopped for paper towels together.
I never had so much fun at Target...even shopping for condoms!
Ha ha ha ha ha.
Oh crap, why did I say that?
That was such an inappropriate thing to say.
You must think I'm such a dweeb.
See?
You're not even responding!
You DO think I'm a dweeb!
You don't?
REALLY?
Oh, Lorelei, I love you!
That's okay...
You don't have to say it back.

I Want

I want to stay home tonight and get drunk
But it won't make me love you any less.
I want to go out tonight and get drunk
But it won't make you love me any more.

I want to stay home tonight and wallow in self-pity
But it won't make the longing disappear.
I want to go out tonight and hit on all the hotties
But they won't replace the one most on my mind.

I want to sit and pour my feelings onto paper
But it won't make my feelings any wiser.
I want to take a walk and be alone with my thoughts
But it won't make my thoughts any less absurd.

I want to spend my money recklessly, as if I'm not in debt
But then my intelligence deficit will match my money deficit.

I want to hurt myself, destroy myself, and emerge barely alive
But that would be as stupid as my love for you.
I want to hurt you, destroy you, diminish you, disgrace you
But I don't, I really don't, I truly don't, I know I don't.

I want to resent your happiness because you're happy without me
But I'm happy for you. Why must I be happy for you?

I want to get over you, for it's the rational thing to do
But emotions are not typically rational.
I want to move on from you, for it's the smart thing to do
But I am not typically smart.