Headin Out to Heal

She's headin out, ya'll
& that's just how it is
you see a girl's got dreams
n a man's got his
sometimes they just dont intersect...
so i'll scale mountains
while she hones her intellect
and we'll grow stronger as a team

She's headin out ya'll
cos thats just how she's feelin
the crust of romance is peelin
and its more than lust in our hearts
so we both gotta play our parts
which means lettin go and spreadin out
to see her headin out to elevated plains
where the content of the paper
outweighs the bulk of it
so she aint gotta sulk n shit
cos i missed our anniversary
but yo, thats just the hurt in me
burnin me to leave her with the restless plight
of worryin about a bullet-proof vestless night
as i hold down a double shift
You see, Hope is a true lover's gift.

She's headin out ya'll
O Mighty One, may You deliver
that point where 2 dreams shoulda intertwined
but scattered apart by cosmic design
may You, every moment i'm not with her,
may You bring us closer to the middle of that spectrum
so she aint never wonder why she upped n left him
n i dont never curse her Valedictorian colours
she's settin sails to that wide ocean of inherited knowledge
she's headin out ya'll,
my Queen's off to college.

Lovers Fight

So we fight sometimes
not cos anything's wrong
but cos i think i'm right... sometimes
n she dont agree

which pokes the beast in me
brews up a storm
that over-rides the norm
of even the most volatile hurricane

but love is a hunger
love is a pain
so when words are exchanged
that would force the strain
to stress a dam

boy leaves the room, in steps the man
when she lovingly plants a kiss on my cheek
forgiveness is in the words we do not speak

Sometimes i dont even know we're fighting
but once she scratches, i start biting

and then there's yelling
and something's telling me
this has escalated into a lover's spat
where neither of us backs down
we turn up the heat
turn off our feet
so we're suddenly on our backs now
locked together like a lover's sandwich
long forgotten the hurtful anguish
to err is human
there we lay
man and his woman.

Endlessly Surprising Tree

Nobody knows who you are
but i can try to understand
let me learn to love each tender scar
as i paint you with the tip of my hand
teach me your story
let me read the book of your journey
to becoming this endlessly surprising tree
of fruit and fun and pleasure and pain



share with me the history of your name
and the path of your people
tutor me to dance as your equal
so we might dance our way to the nearest star
or let our feet's rhythm carry us to the desert sand
Nobody knows who you are
but i can try to understand


And if you should falter or feel weak
I'll learn to listen when you dont speak
so dial my number when you have nothing to say
we'll soak in the static
as troubled times wash away
if you show me how, i'll learn to read
all we have is all we need
and all we are is who we bleed
so this is is where I stand
Nobody knows who you are
...let me be that man.

Two Lovers

Lips cautiously part
weak in the knees
scared in the heart
Two lovers meet in an evening shade
strong as they will
not strong enough to walk away
close as a kiss to being
close as a scratch inches away
from the itch
lips tenderly touch
Two lovers meet on a winter day
strong as emotion
too strong for them to stay
lips unknowingly part
lips that echo the initial spark

close as a boy to the sun
with melted wings
but sex...
Sex changes everything...

Inspired by this moving James Gray film entitled Two Lovers starring Joaquin Phoenix, Gwyneth Paltrow and Vinessa Shaw.

Inside Joke

There's a smile she keeps just for me
in a safe to which only i have the key
underneath my pillow
until the heat between the sheets
is all the warmth we need
then she lets go
unlocks the door
so i can paint her midnight red

and bring us to the confluence
of our shared understanding
feel her body grow more demanding
and know whats coming

a private something

an indiscreet unknown
that will vibrate through her bones
and send waves of bliss
to the sensors in her parted lips
pushing her to whisper my name...

Amore...

and then she'll smile just for me
a secret smile only i can see
just long enough to understand
this is my duty as a man
and then once more hides the key...

pps... Ok this is the last one but did you count the lines??? I know... enough is ENOUGH... but count 'em... M.

His Private Tattoist

Mine, she paint my skin
some nights get a'weary
still she paint it in

blood drop in her tear
heartache in her ink
oh so tender stroke
can't fight what she think
my skin give her hope

through her paint she wail
never be fearful
mine, she trace her tale
seduce my dear soul

across my open skin
her journey astound me
whisper, "Hush now, sweet one,
this be why you found me..."

QMF,... the beach, you, me and an endless pot of ink... a man can dream, cant he?... "this be why you found me...."- R.

Little Men (Swansong)

You might stare down a winding road
but its nothing there
will you fight on?
will you still care?
Little men can not be kings
and everything i believe is little
Eden, she said her name was Eden
and everything i knew became a riddle

I simply dont understand
what it takes to be a man
in a world where
the right girl's stare
can mean the difference
between pride and poverty
Maybe its a country song
could show me where i'm going wrong
teach me how to be little properly

Eden, she said her name was Eden
but could an angel ever love a heathen?
Even a little man feels a little lonely
its such a huge world
its like my little owns me
cos right now
i'm like how?
how?
how?
how do i stop so being little?

She said her name was Eden
but she refused to sing
i guess this makes us even
her song's for you, my king.

"Message Not Sent... Saved to Outbox to Retry Later..."

Less of me
more of we
there's no getting passed compromise
but your eyes...
the rising sun envies your eyes
and i sympathise with the sun's envy
so maybe compromise is somewhere in me
that keeps you from walking away
when all i need is for you to stay
because your eyes...
your eyes grow wings on butterflies
humming birds sing them lullabies
nestled in the branches of a sycamore tree


if more of we
means less of me
then this is how i want to wake up
compromise is for the sunrise in your eyes




I should have charged my battery... dont let it end like this... Please... Just me.

My God!

"What about God?"
Yeah...
What about Him?
Look if God is GOD,
why leave reason to doubt Him?
You might think you know where i'm coming from
but maybe i'm on my way coming home
when God says,"Let there be light..."
why not just say,"Let there be RIGHT!!!...
and nothing else!!!"
these are some of the questions i ask myself
because blind faith doesn't bode well for my odds
there's a reason blind men have guide dogs
so who am i to ask "Why God?"
Why NOT???
Of course mysterious way will lead to questions


but please
spare me your suggestions
cos when you ask me, "What about God?"
I say, "What about Him?...
What am i without Him?"


Yes... i not only believe in but actually have MUCH love for the Big Man in the Sky... J.R.

Voicemail 1

Hey... you there?
love never plays fair
and you could get your heart broken
but true courage is in learning to re-open
to the possibility of a kiss to change it all
even though nothing ever really changes
just cos a situation re-arranges
doesn't mean who you become
wasn't always inside you
you simply decide to
listen to a part of yourself you've kept hidden
lay ground to a path long-forbidden

because you're disillusioned by the rules
that govern fools
and stifle re-invention
maybe change was never even your intention
but you heard on the news that Johnny got shot
he was a good man
so maybe this moment's all we've got...

i guess what i called to say
is do you have any plans later on today?

Seriously... Call me back...