cunning_linguist46
male - 48 years, Winnipeg, Canada
Blog 155
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Dance like no one is watching...
Move left, then right, two forward, one back
Some are graceful while others look like they are on crack
To feel the music is a joy beyond compare
Dance like no one is watching, if you can but dare
Look deep down to the bottom of your soul
Let the music grab you, Be it jazz, rap or rock n roll
First sway to the music, move from side to side
Don’t worry whose watching, don’t try to hide
I have to admit some people have no rhythm it seems
They jerk up and down, the beat in their own dreams
The look like a calf on the end of a rope
Pulling away with really no hope
But who am I to say what’s wrong and what’s right?
Just dance to your own beat, long into the night
Be true to yourself and let the inner light shine
Who really cares if you have had way too much wine?
Whether mambo, foxtrot, grunge or hard rock
Let the music be the key for your soul to unlock
Just tap your feet to a beat all your own
And let it thrill you right down to the bone
For music is truly what takes you away
To another place where your soul truly can play
Somewhere out there, a different place, a different time
Where the music inside is truly sublime
©Mark Taylor
Sunday, October-05-08 -
Massage...
I got a massage just yesterday
In an attempt to take the pain away
Of living all of these forty seven years
The good and bad, the joys and the tears
It seemed I had a lot of tension inside
That I managed up until now to hide
But once he started rubbing my back so deep
Emotions awoke that I had thought asleep
Over the years we build up walls it seems
That only really comes out in our dreams
And even then they quickly fade away
To a wispy tendril, they just seem to decay
But emotions are released when you’re relaxed at last
And what comes bubbling up is from the distant past
Things you had put away, the light of day never to see
In a closet in your mind, a chest full of debris
But once opened again like Pandora’s Box
It can’t be resealed, what is inside just shocks
As you can’t really remember what you had put in there
And after you blacked it out you did not seem to care
Alas now those emotions come to the fore
They burst out of you like never before
And you are overcome once again with feelings past
And the hurt is still there and will always last
Yes I got a massage just the other day
And it took all kinds of pain away
The physical ones were the easiest after all
And then the emotional ones were the next to fall
So do this as often as you can to really feel well
Don’t keep them inside and let the pain just swell
Release them far away from you as soon as you can
And make being healthy the very best plan
© Mark Taylor
Friday, March 07, 2008 -
Friends…
Some friends are like candy I noticed the other day
They are sweet and delicious, to hell with tooth decay
Others are sour, bitter and hard to digest
But you only find out later, when your stomach’s distressed
I truly try to keep the ones around that are nice
Rather than the others, where Tums have to suffice
True friends are always there when you need them the most
They will stand beside you when you’re tied to that post
Real friends don’t tell you what bad things you’ve done
They just help you along while you’re having the fun
They won’t come to bail you out of that jail
They will be right there beside you, when you both rant and rail
I have had my share of both kinds its true
The ones that are good are sadly too few
Others types abound throughout this space
And make you feel small to save their own face
When true friends are beside you it just seems so right
The difference between them is like day and night
When the darkness falls and life seems too cruel
Your true friends are there like a sparkling jewel
Don’t ever give up on your friends, keep them close to your heart
Together forever and never to part
Protect and help them also along the way
In good times and bad, come what may
Sweet candies are best, they are heaven inside
True friends are the same; they stand by your side
Without them life would be sour and no fun at all
A lot like old candies they had to recall
© Mark Taylor
Tuesday, February 26, 2008 -
A Secret…
“Want to know a secret?” I said to my son
This secret is special, so please tell no one
When first you arrive in this world all alone
You live with your parents; their house is your home
When you get a little older, hopefully in your teens
You start to have your very own dreams
Of finding someone for whom you really care
And going out in the world if you both can but dare
As you make your way along this road we call life
The ups and the downs, the thrill and the strife
You will start to understand when you get as old as me
That life is in fact like a very large tree
This tree can grow tall and seem to touch the sky
Or not big at all and then just wither and die
The choices you make as you move on through your days
Will determine the size of the tree and the growth in each phase
Some trees do grow tall, nurtured with loving and care
Others are short because of neglect and despair
As we go through life it is our choice you see
To really decide how tall is “our” tree
Don’t let life get you down, or stunt your desire
Be as tall as a tree, forever reaching higher
Look down at the end from that place high above
Having nurtured your tree with caring and love
© Mark Taylor
Tuesday, February 26, 2008 -
Safe..
You are safe in my arms, this I promise you
And throughout my life I will always be true
To hold you next to me is what I want the most
To feel us together, to just hold you close
The smell of your perfume just drives me insane
I feel like I am drinking the very best champagne
Intoxicating and alluring to the extreme
The thought of you near me is like living a dream
To see you smile when I come through the door
Makes my heart skip a beat, with you I want to explore
All of the great things that will lie ahead
Both awake during the day, and at night in your bed
Your eyes are like smoke; your lips are the flame
My knees go weak when I see you I must now proclaim
To watch you move is a wonder indeed
I feel like my heart has finally been freed
When we are together nothing can ever go wrong
Our souls are entwined, they sing the same song
A ballad of love that will never expire
And a heat that makes all around us perspire
To find some like this is what all of us want
To have a partner that we love to flaunt
To show to the world all the love that’s inside
To put on a pedestal and show off with pride
You are safe beside me I promise this with my heart
Grab hold of the reins and let us depart
To that place where we go away from all the rat race
Up past the stars, where heaven awaits
© Mark Taylor
Friday, February 22, 2008 -
A penny…
A penny for your thoughts, I was sure that she said
A penny? I thought, how about a dollar instead?
My thoughts are worth at lot more than that I think
Because it is my mind that goes to the shrink
They say look after your pennies and the dollars will as well
Whoever “they” are had no kids whose hands they had to repel
Trying to keep your money is a tough road at times
When the kids love to spend the nickels and dimes
New clothes, new boots, and brands names as well
Because if they aren’t, your life will surely be hell
Kids plead and whine, it all sounds the same
As you watch your pennies go round, down the drain
And after the clothes comes the rest of the fun
Soccer, hockey and movies, yes it has all just begun
The money goes out to your kids in a tide
But never comes back, believe me I’ve tried
That money tree in my yard is dead and cut down
Yet the kids think they can still go to town
With “I need” and “I want” in stereo at times
It is a wonder I actually HAVE any pennies and dimes
So this is the lesson of the day from me to you
When you have kids bid your money adieu
Because it will be gone faster than you can say “mall”
And that paycheck you bring home will seem really quite small
© Mark Taylor
Friday, February 22, 2008 -
Smells..
Can you smell the popcorn and cotton candy coming from that fair?
Does it bring back happy memories for you? Think back if you can but dare
Different fragrances bring different things, emotions come to the fore
And with each scent your feelings seem to soar
A childhood smell remembered are the ones I covet the most
The memory of my fathers scent is one that I hold close
He kept me safe and in his arms I knew no harm would come
That feeling I have hopefully passed on to my only son
It is very strange how a certain smell can stop you in your tracks
And everyone behind you starts climbing up your back
It takes you back in time to when you didn’t have a care
All you had to worry about was getting from here to there
And now as life goes on and you move onto something new
The memories that you take with you are all that you hold true
The strongest memory of them all is smell as you will see
And in the end I am sure that most of you agree
A fresh cut lawn, a bonfire burning, and the smell after a rain
Rotten eggs, and manure piles, and even a clogged drain
All of these scents come back to you both good and bad you see
Because in the end they are all a part of life’s true poetry
Remember this when you come across something you have smelled before
Embrace it and look back to find the memory once more
Chances are it will be a good one, and make you smile inside
Because if you don’t then a part of you has really truly died
© Mark Taylor
Thursday, February 21, 2008 -
Tunnels...
“Go towards the light” I heard a man once say
With my luck the light is a train, coming the other way
I sometimes feel like I am trapped in a tunnel of my choice
All I hear are echoes coming back of only my own voice
I spend a lot of time, I must admit, living in my own head
At time it is really scary and some thoughts I do still dread
But most other times it is rather nice and I just have a ball
Even though my personalities seem to always be in a brawl
Ok, I am kidding, no I really am, about the personalities
Having said that though I have met some others in different localities
Their tunnels are very long and winding forth and back
I would certainly get dizzy keeping THAT life on track
Most of us have tunnels inside ourselves where we can run and hide
We walk along the place in our mind, or at times we even ride
We go there as our quiet place to make sense out of our life
Other times we go there to escape husband or wife
The place to which we go is a safe haven for our soul
It truly allows us to replenish ourselves and finally to feel whole
When life gets us down and beats us up, our refuge is waiting there
We walk along its length and release our worries and cares
So remember this when you walk along that tunnel in your mind
Look back on what your life is like, remember to be kind
See deep into yourself, really take an honest glance
And listen for the train and try not to meet by chance
© Mark Taylor
Thursday, February 21, 2008 -
Striptease..
She moved slowly into the room, swaying this way and that
He could not believe his eyes, his jaw fell flat
She told him to just lay back and enjoy
She had finally decided to stop being coy
She slowly started to remove her shirt
And then began to unbutton her skirt
It was tantalizing to the extreme to him
She used to be so proper and so prim
A silken sigh swept through the room
He felt like he was going to swoon
Her enchanting fragrance took him somewhere
He knew no time or place, nor cared
Her shirt and skirt dropped to the floor
And then he wanted to see more and more
Lacy underwear was now in view
And part of him just grew and grew
The bra came off, the panties next
He bowed down to her paying due respect
She was a goddess he knew inside and out
He wanted to yell, scream and shout
She stood there only in six inch heels
And his mind and body just seemed to reel
With a breath caught up inside his chest
He truly felt he was so blessed
He wanted her now more than ever before
She had opened his eyes to a whole lot more
She was the love of his life now and for all time
For they were truly in their own space and time
© Mark Taylor
Wednesday, February 20, 2008 -
When my balls ran away…
The weatherman said look out below
It is going down tonight to 42 below
Oh my god what did I do to deserve this?
My balls have run away and they will be missed
I used to take them out of the drawer for dates you see
But now they truly have gone somewhere else from me
They used to just hang around as a pair feeling very content
And lying around not doing much, they gave it up for lent
But now because of the cold they have moved to a different place
And I am worried they are having fun to my disgrace
I went to the doctor just the other day
To see if they had crawled up inside or gone somewhere else to play
He said to me don’t worry they will be back sometime soon
Just pretend that they are still in the drawer, sing a happy tune
At least if they are gone no kids will come along
Easy for him to say he still has a sex life that is going strong
My balls ran away and I am scared what will be next
Because parts of me are getting lonely from lack of sex
I keep telling my “friend” to be patient please
And stop being envious of a stiff breeze
I will be back to normal I am sure fairly soon
When winter looses it icy grip, sometime in June
Until then I will have to beg and plead
For the rest of me to stay around and await my seed
© Mark Taylor
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
