who is your moriarty?

everybody has one, even if we never know, everybody has one, we can think it doesn't show, but it shows and shows and shows and even if we never know... who is your moriarty?... who is your nemesis, the spy who loved you... the victim of your poison kiss, the one who owned you... the one for whom you sold your soul, who is your moriarty?... the only one who can make you whole...

and you think got over it, you got over it like the sail gets over the wind, you got over it, way over it, like the saint who says he never sinned, you got over it, so way over it, like the white man loved the indians, you got over it, easy over it, like the answer to when life begins... so sure, we're all so sure, we disagree, we all agree we disagree, the ways of the people are gone and we all carry on... the ways of the people are gone, and we all carry on...

until the end of time, that was the promise of your rhyme... until the end of time, you don't have to remember, it's your history... until the end of time, that was the method of the crime... until the end of time, the truth is there for posterity, for eternity, for all to see who can see...

everybody has one, the secret we never tell, everybody has one, even if it doesn't sell, it still sells and sells and sells and even if we never tell... who is your moriarty?... who is your babylon. the love of your love... the one you never understood, but always wanted... the one to whom you gave your all, who is your moriarty?... the only one who can make you fall...

the one you would die for, the one you live for, the reason you carry on, the one who haunts you, the one who taunts you, even when all hope is gone, the one you run to when you dream of love in the middle of the night, the one who killed you, the one who saves you, the one you want to be your light... your moriarty... the one who greys the black and white... your moriarty... the voice you want to hear say your last good night...

pushing the limits again

come on man, is this really what it's all about?... like who cares? when it really matters?... when i want to collapse and lean on someone, the ain't no bill withers around to be the sunshine of my life (oh stevie, be my wonder, be my nicks, beautiful child, and i don't mean wacko, yacko, and dot, but cute is good too, especially when it is adorable... or looks like, taste like mila kunis, right number five?... narf)...

seven out of ten will get you some bed time, though not necessarily contact...

i said narf!

words

hanging out here since the beginning of time
wondering who cares about all these rhymes

it started out with words
and became so many songs you never heard
heard

missing your potential

and mine

do hornets like donuts?

i mean, if that does not bring us back to the title of this blog, like what might?... and just to rub it in even more, i find the four words poised in a comment in my daily blog inspiring a series of rhyming responses from me as if i was still the little kid writing daily rhymes about this and that and the other thing (and love, don't forget love) and that, dear whomever finally stumbles across this writing space, is the true irony of the title of this blog... and so it goes, and so it goes, and even billy joel never knows... oh really?... yup, really lol lam laa la la la :}

sigh?... the query, as in the question mark, is not so much an interrogatory about the word itself, as if i required some reassurance or permission to sigh... it is a poser to anyone anywhere that asks if anyone else sees or feels or experiences the sigh that came after the la la la in the previous paragraph whether it was merely observing mine (or even maybe kinda sorta understanding mine just a bit?) or whether it was experiencing your very own sigh from within yourself for reasons beyond the words you read...

so ego just had to announce the four stanza comment response (maybe even tribute, aye?) from the daily you might never know existed if i did not slip a link in now and then and even then, you may never care to click and know more than the words here and even then, you may not care to comprehend a word in this post or blog or the news you read today oh boy and you may never know that nobody beats the beatles, but all that is besides the point that nobody noticed the previous entry which steps boldly into the light of proof that the answer, my non-existent friends (who may actually exist but just have not appeared), is not merely blowing in the wind, but is actually, ummmm, not really...

and as yacko and dot accompany wacko off into a finely drawn sunset i join in the singing of the toon national anthem and bid you a fond adieu... and to yeu and yeu and yeu teu... too, even :)

it's not always narf, but the answer is... i do :)