Miss Delightful.

Baby, who do you belong to? In your pretty little daisy dress and those jaded wildflower eyes - who do you belong to? You got your birthstone necklace and your polaroid prints, your pack of rhymes and your childish whims. And you'll sail around the world some day,  mountains you'll climb and the waters you'll swim. Did your momma teach you how to sing? and your papa preach on you to dream?  you'll travel through every kind of snow and storm, but you'll be smiling s'long as your guitar strums in tune. You'll talk to strangers and and make new friends and fall in love from summer to June, but Baby, don't let 'em tell you, who you gotta belong to, you've always only gotta be true to you... J.

Sad Song.

Play me a sad song tonight. Close the door and just sit here with me. I used to think...how could this ever come to an end? But we don't see it coming, down the straight and narrow - off the corner and on a rounded bend. Like we couldn't make the moon sit still, or walk a straight line high, or make our hearts stop beating until...because today is really only, a tomorrow we were never promised, and yesterday is time borrowed you cant have for keeps.  Weaving between these givens and unknowns, we laugh and cry and battle and love and hate and take and give and hide and reveal ourselves....all to emerge and rise for the morning all over again. J

After the breakdown.

Post breakdown, you can summarise yourself alittle better. Alittle more translucent, alittle less stubborn. No I wont insist anymore, that I think I know best...wind the rope down, and I'll let my anchor sink now. Alittle further into this sea, of you, of me, of everything else in between. And I'll apologise with all the sincerity I know. And I'll untie the ropes and I'll walk in alone now, alittle further into this sea, of swells, of swarms and every other high and low. Dancing shadows and all our old haunts, these are the melancholic scenes. But its after the breakdown now. Sing slow, swim low. J

Dream, babe.

Lets always dream babe.   Sometimes I forget how it happens but will you remember for me - that maybe I could catch a falling star, or that we might one day perchance find that magic place.  I get so absorbed in working out the sciences of it all, that its too absurd and time could be better spent. But will you remember for me, that everything we see are only names and our perceptions of what is here, and this life is one reality because we choose it so. That if your name was Star, and I caught your fall, I would have had one dream come true. So lets always dream babe, and you remember for me. J

The problem.

People think that I'm smarter than I really am.  They think I'm okay when I'm really not.  That I've got it figured but I really don't....J

Better.

It might take a little bit of time - But I know you'll find me and make me get all better. J

We had today.

It was a page out of heaven, love that was deeper than blue.  An odyssey most hard to find so young, a rare ruby kind, and a shade of special.  We were under a spell, I can look back now and say. Time breezed through and we'd have never known any better.  Laying under the willowy sheets of oblivion - they were the happiest days.  And isn't it funny that those are the days that I cry about the most? J