23 October 2006


              Breathless

              When I hold you darkly
              on crumpled linen
              in passion
              without words –
              search my eyes then
              you'll know I think
              ................... you're
              ........... beautiful.
posted by Gilbert at Monday, October 23, 2006 4 comments

04 October 2006


            Confession

            If I could stand away from myself
            And look at me, I think I would be amazed.
            I fear I’ve gone a little crazy.
            I sit alone in cafes pondering mysteries.
            I hear voices where none should be.
            “Follow me, follow me,” they say.
            When the weather changes,
            I read the clouds for messages.
            Every person passing me on the street
            is an omen. Most of all, I have seen
            how all of us are one,
            Wrapped in the same mystery.
            When I am cut, you bleed.
            Now this sight is stripped from me.
            Now I cry. I weep. I want to write down
            What I saw. I am an error,
            I am lost. What is given can after all
            Be taken away. I want it back.
            What’s the meaning of meaning?
posted by Gilbert at Wednesday, October 04, 2006 7 comments


            Men and Women Can't Be Friends

            Now when I was a kid I watched a movie
            called "When Harry met Sally" which I suppose
            must be some kind of classic by now.
            I think it was Harry who said to Sally, or
            maybe it was Sally who said to Harry,
            that men and women can't be friends
            because sex gets in the way.
            It's sad that this is true, because right now
            as I sit and talk to you, I'm wondering
            what you look like in the nude.
            Because you look really sexy today.
            My girlfriend would hit me if she knew,
            and your boyfriend would hit me if he knew.
            You would hit me too if you knew,
            or maybe you'd be flattered.
            But anyway the point is I can't stop wondering
            what you look like in the nude.
            I'm not going to kiss you or hug you or
            touch your breasts or anything like that.
            But I really can't or won't stop wondering
            what you look like in the nude.
            And maybe this is why men and women
            can't ever be friends.
posted by Gilbert at Wednesday, October 04, 2006 5 comments