In The Eyes Of The Beholder

You're the splitting image of my obsession
Your eyes are warm and safe
Enough to rest in.

The look in his eyes; the danger
Is deep enough to realize
The look in your eyes
Is filled with secrets
And hard kept lies.

The way he smiles can knock a girl dead
But the way you smile is
Enchanting instead.

The way he walks is strong
And firm
In the eyes of the Beholder
You're the one.
A.Ide

 

 

Drug Improvised

I've been taking drags of any
Cigarette
Taken gulps of beer like a dose of
Cough medicine
Eating coffee like the caffine is a
Piece of chocolate
Maybe I've misplaced my hand in
A socket.

I am being reined by everything But reality
And my roses have gone stale
Your moonlite kisses have been
Brittled
I am like a cat on a hot tin roof
Who needs a safe destination
I've been listening to that cricket
Play;
Too long, like his wings, are a Fiddle.

But...
You're the fervent drug for my Body
In a way that numbs & excites &
Even egnites.

My hold God what has this man
Done to me
He has me addicted to his touch
Like a drug
One drop of his; his red liquor, into
My; my innocence
And all normal eclipses are now exaggerated
A drug improvised; by him; got me trapped
And has me affected
Look at my eyes; now!
I must keep them draped
As if my attire called for a cape.

My head's been spinning and makin' me dizzy
As if; me of all people, could have a hangover
Yeah, one consisting of
80% heartache
10% of being lost
10% confusion
I feel as if my plan and dreams of the future
May actually be a misty ellusion!

I am getting a great overdose from my mug of coffee
And it's still half full
My feet are tired of having no place to go
My heart is sick of telling guys "I don't think so"
My eyes are bored from dancing alone
I wish you would just dial my numbers
And I could hear your voice as i pick up the phone.

My time keeps tickin' slow
2 hours a day
And the sun shines too infrequent
And when it does I get blinded by
A single ray.

I'm biting my life away
One edge at a time
How i wish, i would not have to drug myself
In order not to convulse
At the memory of losing you
But you blow my mind
And that matter of fact
Will always be a loss to easy to refind.

A.Ide