My Baby

You look into my eyes, giggle brightly

Squirming to run your own game

Pulling the reluctant kitten by the fuzzy tail

Finding that dusty cracker underneath the couch

It’s my baby

You baby

One baby

Cry baby

You don’t know that my heart ticks ragged

Beats of hopeful, fantasy futures

Strokes of genius, sparks of brilliance

I have my dreams and you are swept up

It’s my baby

You baby

Two baby

Sigh baby

Muted bravery when you can’t understand

Tired and weak, older by necessity

Eyes telling me, of all people, it will be okay

Cries for sadness so deep, I can’t overcome

It’s my baby

You baby

Three baby

High baby

Let’s hold hands for just a moment

Let’s eat the rhythm of the land

Let’s crinkle our noses in miracle and disbelief

Let’s make this beautiful time, the kind that counts

Because

You’re my baby

You baby

Four baby

More baby

© 2010 Crowley

Sunset Overdone

Everything has been said about the sunset, right?
Babes crying in unison for their mothers nipple
She is in an alley in Coyacan chasing dragons
Making friends of husbands and loners, this is her hour
As the suns angry orange orb melts an entire island on the far side of the bay

Everything has been said about the sunset, right?
The boy learned a new futbol' move today, and waited to show it off
In the distance his fathers fishing boat sinks in rough seas
The wind is no help in keeping the ocean out of his ears
A viloent red sunset screams his fathers death proudly, setting the water on fire

Everything has been said about the sunset, right?
Hiding in the bushes, the old woman clutches a knife to her breast
Dimentia making visions into epic nightmares, where is everyone she knows?
The sillouette of the killer in the setting sun stalking her eyes, blade at ready
It is merely her husband, searching for her in a sunset that is boiling his tears

Everything has been said about the sunset right?
The sound of murder and betrayal carries far into the dark corners
As sunset burns images into the nights milky blind eyes
And the sun waits patiently to rise again and try and make things right
But what of the wrongs of the night before, do we forgive so easily?

Open your eyes child and let in the light quickly....for sunset is coming soon

© 2010 Crowley

Fever in A Third World Fashion

In the throes of dangerous lucid dreams
The infection for freedom burned deep between twitching muscles
Travel by day on this road to your grave
Not knowing that the last minutes are those firework images
Surrounded by the movie show that begs reality to go home

The war, waged on two fronts, both showing mass casualties
Hearts burst by hobnail boots and they are filled with white hot pus
You did this to my people, you have the medicine
And still you stand on balsawood principles, deciphering worth and measure
Quoting "Slice of Life" vignettes from your stupid book with bloody pages

Look up you rotten bastards and see your fate
Drive that barge straight to the gates of hell and knock confidently
And when you are consumed by the boiling water
Lift your hands high so that I can pretend to grab them....weak fingers
And join the eternal regret, saved only for those who never really had a heart

And when the spirit wakes me from this fevered dream....?

© 2010 Crowley

Hot

It’s what makes a woman smell like a patisserie

Watching as hips tink from side to side enchanting my libido

That top, accentuating curves I long to trace with my eager fingers

A voice that cuts the din, the sound fairies wings make in flight, magical

Scorching

It’s the wiggle and the jiggle while you brush your teeth, naked, watching mesmerized

Stirring thoughts of you walking away, dropping your clothes for the first time, nothing’s changed

The way I can pick you out in a crowd quickly, and it’s not just visual, I can smell you

The way a dog smells a mate in the next county, you live in my gut and my heart, instinctual

Sweating

Looking down into my face, the sweat on your lip beading

A hidden level in Dante’s Inferno, one where the torture is lust, unpatrolled

And the rapture created by no means a punishment for uncontrolled desires, aching

I grasp at your flesh and squeeze, handfuls of compliant extremities, fingertips slipping

Burning

I look through your wall of flame and wonder how many times, before the heat consumes me

I look through your wall of flame and wonder if some day I will extinguish this feeling

I look through your wall of flame and it starts all over again

I can’t help myself, you are so fucking hot

© 2010 Crowley