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August 11, 2013

I Kiss Your Face

David Brunoehler's Blog

I Kiss Your Face

Whenever you are not getting noticed and feel out of place

I kiss your face

If you’re left with strange timid feelings you’ve acted in haste

I kiss your face

When you dare to leave your mark somewhere and it gets erased

I kiss your face

Even if your facial wrinkles are simple to trace

I kiss your face

I kiss your face all day all ways all over

Starting from your hairline to your chin

I kiss around your neck like a Latin lover

Nibble on your plump earlobes and then

Nip a little tweak on the tip of your nose

Which causes you to blink then your eyelids close

I lightly press my lips on each of them

Until I feel you smile further south

That’s when I…

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September 8, 2012

I Kiss Your Face

Whenever you are not getting noticed and feel out of place

I kiss your face

If you’re left with strange timid feelings you’ve acted in haste

I kiss your face

When you dare to leave your mark somewhere and it gets erased

I kiss your face

Even if your facial wrinkles are simple to trace

I kiss your face

I kiss your face all day all ways all over

Starting from your hairline to your chin

I kiss around your neck like a Latin lover

Nibble on your plump earlobes and then

Nip a little tweak on the tip of your nose

Which causes you to blink then your eyelids close

I lightly press my lips on each of them

Until I feel you smile further south

That’s when I kiss you on the mouth.

When you’ve drawn a Royal Flush, all except for the Ace

I kiss your face

Fear you’re falling back, being lapped by the whole human race

I kiss your face

If your favorite portions of living are going to waste

I kiss your face

If you find you’re fond of flavor but can’t stand the taste

I kiss your face

I kiss your face all day all ways all over

Starting from your hairline to your chin

I kiss around your neck like a Latin lover

Nibble on your plump earlobes and then

Nip a little tweak on the tip of your nose

Which causes you to blink then your eyelids close

I lightly press my lips on each of them

Until I feel you smile further south

That’s when I kiss you on the mouth

When you’ve drawn a Royal Flush, all except for the Ace

I kiss your face

Fear you’re falling back, being lapped by the whole human race

I kiss your face

Your reflection in the mirror looks like you have been maced

I kiss your face

Even if you brushed your teeth with anchovy paste

I kiss your face

August 24, 2012

I Don’t Want to Live Forever (Rewrite)

*I Don’t Want to Live Forever *

Here’s the way our story started

It’s my favorite one to share

Lived together then we parted

Now I long to go back there

We ran like streams through Indiana

To where the limestone quarries end

Then back to Terre Haute and places more remote

My dreams and memories call me back to them

I don’t want to live forever

I just want to live with you

For the laughter that comes after

Funny things you say and do

I’ve got a stack of our old pictures

Some I’ve almost worn clear through

That is where I find forever

Frozen In the few

I’m clinging to

I’m grounded out in California

Odds of going home are thin

But I’ll be glad to wait

To meet at Heaven’s Gate

Then eternity I’d spend

But I don’t understand forever’

It’s a place erased of time

I barely comprehend

Right now, and then

How to leave the past behind

–music break–

If I could look into the I could look into the future

I’d predict a happy end

A life of luxury and pleasure

Won’t equal moments with my friend

We ran like streams through Indiana

And I’d do it all again

Back to Terre Haute and places more remote

Just to be with you my friend

I don’t want to live forever

I just want to live with you

For the laughter that comes after

Funny things you say and do

I’ve got a stack of our old pictures

Some I’ve almost worn clear through

That is where I find forever

Frozen In the few

I’m clinging to

July 12, 2012

The Stiff

Today I watched as another room mate

Got his body bagged and carted

Last night two Medics rolled him in around eight.

By this morning he’d departed

The way the sounds and shadows crept

Kept me riveted to my bed

While a Lady in Black packed him into a sack

I prayed that he’d indeed be dead

It was a most disturbing morning

Add to that another night and day

Can’t seem to shake this eerie sense of mourning

For some strange stiff they rolled away

Wonder if he had friends and a family

Saw one hospice worker sit and leave

I must be very depressed to be so impressed

Instead of breaking down to grieve.

July 5, 2012

Talking With My Father

This morning I woke up with questions

About what happens when I am dead

So I closed my eyes and asked my Father

I am amazed at what He said

He laughed and said, “Go ask your Mother.,

She’s the softer voice you often hear

As She mothers Earth and human nature

She’ll alleviate your fear

Don’t you worry ’bout your ever after

Or concern yourself with how I’m praised

I am grateful for your love of laughter

And how much hell you raised.

As One who wants for nothing

The thing I find most fun

Is to feel the surprise when you realize

You and I have become One!”

“But what about me? And being free?

And my personal individuality?

I went through hell to develop my self”

He whispered,” While you’re Home you can be all three,”

Instead of asking “How?” I thought back one big “WOW!”

I knew The Man had a plan that is greater than

Any thing I could ever foresee.

Now that I’ve been touched, I don’t worry much

I’ll go home more peacefully

April 6, 2012

When I Am Free

When I am free

I’ll no longer be weighed down with problems

All my doubts and indecision

Will be left behind

No more hurt or pain

Will I entertain

Nothing more will bother me

When I am

Free

When I am free

I’ll no longer need to ask permission

All my thoughts and intuitions

Will be clear and right

I will understand

Who I really am

And begin to bathe in light

When I’mmm

Free

Finally,

Almost time to let go

Just when I don’t know
Nor should I

It will be

A release of some size

A familiar surprise

Awaits me

When my body and mind

Are both left behind

Once again I’ll arise

And see

Friends on white opal sands

Extending their hands

Singing songs with my family

A harmonious welcome

Awaits by the sea

When I am free

I will loosen up my grip and let go

Sigh goodbye to frets and ego

To become renewed

All that will remain

Besides my name

Is the love I’ll still carry with me

When I am

Free

When I am free

There is no such thing as foreign language

No more need for war and anguish

All that falls away

Every misery

Gives into gravity

As I blend with wind and the day

When –

Finally

It’s my turn to return

Oh how I burn

To get there

Gracefully

Like a Phoenix I’ll rise

See without eyes

Old embers

Up from ashes of me

Until I am free

To begin to be

Infinitely

With my wings open wide

I lift up and glide

And then soar into

Forever more

All the love I’m aware of

Becomes part of me

When I am free

I’ll return to a home I’ve longed for since birth

God‘s reward for living on Earth

Where no one grows old

Though I can’t explain

I could make the rain

Turn to lacy white flakes when it’s cold

Or place rainbows

When I am free

We will gather round and tell our stories

While we open Morning Glories

Singing hymns of praise

Lighting Fireflies

Helping paint the skies

Doing chores like this eternally

When I am

Free –

Free

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February 23, 2012

Little Murders

It’s not illegal

And yet it’s lethal

An innuendo

That when crescendos

Is gonna kill

A little murder

A little dirt

Ill will

A thrill

Here’s to little murders

Cheers to those who do them

Scrap that cloak and dagger-you

Needn’t use them

There is a way

To put someone away

With little, subtle things

That you do

And you say

And

Amen

I’ve done them

Gone and picked a perfect victim

And done him in

And

Ah yes

They’re gruesome

Even to the ones who do them

Go and do some

I love an intrigue

A little mystery

Sleuthing them daily

Who-done-it gets me

And even worse

A little murder

Is hard to capture

At first

The worst

Here’s to little murders

Cheers to those who do them

Scrap that cloak and dagger-you

Needn’t use them

There is a way

To put someone away

With little, subtle things

That you do

And you say

And

Amen

I’ve done them

Gone and picked a perfect victim

And done him in

And

Ah yes

They’re gruesome

Even to the ones who do them

Go and do some

You cannot see them

But you can feel when

A smile gets eerie

And soon you’re weary

Some looks can kill

A little murder

Behind a flirt

Covert

It hurts

Here’s to little murders

Cheers to those who do them

Scrap that cloak and dagger-you

Needn’t use them

There is a way

To put someone away

With little, subtle things

That you do

And you say

And you do

February 17, 2012

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