The Long Way Up

If you're eagle-eyed you're sure to notice From miles away with certainty There's no way that you'd be fooled by all this You've unwrapped all the mystery You see a player on top of his game Go scoff at all the fun he's had His method besmirches every man's name You just want to bury this cad Perhaps he's one who's nestled in her arms Feigning much sensitivity She is obviously smitten by his charms So sly, smooth, so velvety You say, "Hey, pal! I know what you're doing! Heartbreaker's what you really are! To you she's just fiery pleasure brewing To her she's a fragile, bright star!" Another one on the horizon far Looks like he's running, on the take Maybe he left a trail of lover scars You should tell him to have a break Tell this dude to quit while he is ahead Before the bitter overflows Or the dark comes and chokes the sweet instead What that looks like, only

T-3 hours and counting Body fully parallel to the ground Almost eerily quiet; no sound Thoughts come flooding in; they're profound Of how I'd oft be lost and oft be found Recollections of cords that had me bound There was plenty of that to go around Errors were hammers; my soul to pound Their residue to this day still hounds For now allay them on this mound The others have in teardrops drowned Where once my smile was I have frowned But hope and promise now abound T-20 minutes and holding Eager to leave the world behind; this earthly blue The solid sphere of life that we all made of you A mix of good and bad and false and true Needing to live and breathe and thrive anew My mind meanders on someone that I formerly knew On things that we'd say and things that we'd do On how it all started and how it was all misconstrued On where it all led to and how we bid adieu Emotio

So... aside from being bloggers, writers, film buffs, and music lovers, my girlfriend and I are also travel junkies. Like crazily-addicted-to-road-trips-and-sightseeing travel junkies. Between the two of us, we've been to, toured, and/or set foot on 14 countries of the world's 195 territories. That pretty much leaves us with 181 more nations to visit. During one of our daily phone conversations, she and I ended up talking about the places that would be awesome to travel to and the different relatives and friends living in each territory (for potential free accommodation). Our thoughts wandered through the varied exotic and popular tourist destinations that we wished to see with our own eyes and tread upon with our peripatetic feet. We virtually went around the world during our two-hour phone call. I mentioned to her that I came across a Facebook article detailing an intricate, 48-state road trip throughout the continental United States and our imaginations just lit u

Sit and listen, then listen and wait Two years ago you were only eight Back then just colors, so little care Your life so simple, from here to there Opened to music both of your ears Heart full of wonder, mind filled with fears Hindsight would say you were wide-eyed still Decades from now you will have your fill Five years on down you will be fifteen Taking the path of somebody's dream Not yet prepared for choosing a path Never prepared for Science and Math In over your head, drowning at best Trying to swim, yearning to find rest Be not afraid when failures betide They soon will to your own dreams be guide Eleven more years ahead in time You first heartbreak will not be sublime Gave all your heart, you were quite naive Emotions misled, feelings deceived Teardrops you shed will teach what you need Relationships hurt, bring pain indeed Yet you become wise from here on in Every end is a chance to begin And furt

If you ask me one more time I'll bite your head off In the nicest way possible I won't be overtly mean Instead, you'll just see me fade from the background Instantly sometimes In increments otherwise Insisting that I should be involved Is the quickest way to seal your fate Impatience as well Initiates the self-destruct sequence In what little explosive we have left Instead, learn to wait Investigate other champions, please Identify the nature of your conundrum Intensify your search and soul surrender Inwardly sort your mess, don't air dirty laundry or stress I implore: give others a break or more strands will be broken Inch your way to light at the end of the tunnel I've had to do that myself -- you'll be better for it Invite resistance to let others always scratch your itch I'm not always going to be a staunch stalwart I flip and peter out too Impetuousness, you must learn to subdue If you don't want it