"Compassionate...Or Communist?" - 6/3/'06

These possibilities pull a mind-freak
with blinders down, punk sensibilities and pop sensitivity.
Further swelling of ambition and muscular development
only make for excuses more relevant to the nagging questions and
far-out answers from when I wasn't doing so well for myself.
(Hardly "stealth mode" at the moment.)
I CAN'T BE CONTENT WITH LIVING IN A COMA.
You may have issued the issue, but I own it...
The final grades on me;
her eyes allow the "C" before we "F."
But that wordplay hardly matches our foreplay of playing with matches.

Pull one off and scratch my head...
The taste of you is all lit up;
white-hot as an overcast blocks the blues in eyes' shadow.
Rain leaks from the sky, as I lose the mood.
Run away,
try and make it up another time.
But no matter how much it pours, I still know how to make your makeup run,
and get you all wet indoors.

I may be afraid of the reverberation of my own voice,
but presenting the oral is a clear and loud choice.
Somehow I think you might want to listen to the buzz
in the words that mate to make the verse converse with mind's eye,
and enjoy looking into eyes of mine.
There's nothing so divine...
Nothing more than the ordinary bump into the daily grind of our pumping hearts
and beating odds.
Its not hard to see, our hearts are at odds.
We bleed the compassion of God to see this through.
I have faith in "Its worth the wait."

You came over again, just to watch me.
And watch me read these words aloud.
But it was never a date; it was murder.
For me, more than anything, its a blur.
And a chore to spike our emotions this high,
swelling up to the size of my consequential epitaph:
"I loved it when we laughed.
I'd love her to give me my heart back, when she's done with it.
Although I don't need it so much now,
I still know how to make her makeup run like God's compassion, in blood."
Thanks for your cult of personality.
I have faith in "Its worth the wait."



Mike O'Toole

"Change" - 5/26/'06

She says,
"Things can change... And I think I like that."

Keep this idea close to your heart.
There's a helluva lotta hope in knowin' we don't finish where we start.
Keep it in the right direction - keep it in perspective.
With that, comes a certain ressurection
of intellect, a lack of tension and contempt.
Keep it moving forward...
Sincerity is the bassline to strive toward.


Mike O'Toole

"Rhymes With A Full Moon" - 4/15/'06

Vomit and hot water mix as well
as bubbles popping up past the bruise.
Puss passes through like hell
hath no fury against
bloody mary.
"St. Valentine's Day Massacre meets Carrie" ain't even as scary
as losing friends like this,
smoking cheap cigars and drinkin' beer like piss.
But I still hold out to get it right,
get the right girl
still have some fun tonight!
Pull off a keen style of not trying... Am I doing alright?
They won't force clothes grafted to my body anymore.
Leave tee off to relieve a strong fit, and
save the laundering off of your projectile vomit!

I will wait for you, as I reflect on the rutt I puffed myself into,
from an unfiltered cigarette.
Fooling around and drooling was the most action most ever thought to get...
From a mess and a Springtime fling I can't forget!
What a springboard into another weekend.
Weeping from the rewards I've been reaping!
Oh, how much I gain from being the only one to abstain from the insane!
I get...
Less regret; no need to reset mistakes from being fake or too-hard plastic.
Disregarding movements so spastic
they hardly even make the sense you were aiming for.
She's not so dense, just needs to sneak in a window to open her right door.
I chalk it up to MTV and another stacked bloody mary.
What a teaser, (rhymes with a full moon).
How to please her might be askin' certain doom...
Go through the door on the left to her room
on the floor, laughter squirms.
On the walls is not a word to be read and heard.
So over my head, it can't be understood.
Too many wasted opportunities to get it right...
All the words in the world, locked up inside.


Mike O'Toole