Jan 30 2010
cRooKed treE
crooked tree my life
searching benevolent sky
looking for sparkles
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Dec 24 2009
Christmas
Silver green
scent of pine
sparkling treasures
huddle near blazing hearth
Winter sleeps
‘neath ebon sky
stars embrace
the artic chill
Children dream
parents sleep
sleighbells sound
reindeers snort
Christmas settles
like soft fall snow
giving angels birth
and wishes truth
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Dec 03 2009
My Ghosts
They gather and
scratch at the edges
and doors of my dreams
Slipping through the
cracks and crevices
blocking the light
bringing the dark
and the Doubts
And I comfort
the useless,
worthless
frightened me
Tell her to
be brave –
that it’s just a
dream
And dreams can
be chased
by the light of
day.
But she doesn’t
believe me
and keeps a
watchful eye
on the Moon.
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Nov 22 2009
Hello is Goodbye
When hello is goodbye
I chase after them
to be my friends
I let go and there
is nothing there
I fall and no one
catches me
When I love you
is I hate you
betrayal is an odd
acquaintance
Doubt is the daily
drink
Confusion guides
all decisions
When the past
is your comfort
the eyes miss
the moment
the now slips by
unnoticed
and tears
never stop
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Oct 31 2009
Perfection
Perfection does not live
here
But I do
Mistakes are not
strangers
but constant companions
Words trip and fluster
at furious speed
Flaws
too many to name
Stammers and stutters
make their own tunes
Regrets wait in the wings
and anxiously.
The past simmers in a pot
on the stove
its aroma taunts and
begs me
to taste
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Oct 07 2009
Moving On
I walked away.
So what?
Away from the mind games and the hate games.
The games.
Always the games.
Sorry to interupt your pity party,
but what are you feeling sorry for yourself about?
Silence goes both ways.
I finally answered the silence with my own.
Are you really surprised?
Is it such a shock that
your indifference
and rejection
finally returned to you in kind?
That I would let go
once I realized
my grasp held nothing?
Nothing, just empty space.
Can’t lose something you don’t have.
Can you?
You lost your voice a long time ago.
I don’t hear you.
I don’t see you.
I don’t want to.
Move on.
I have.
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Sep 19 2009
The Old Days
The old days are gone
and maybe that’s good
We can all walk away
find new compass
plot new course
learn new country
conquer new life
Leave the suitcase
of Hurt
at the curb
for someone who
needs the wounds
Create new recipes
for daily woes
let the water run
find a new level
learn to float again
and discover
that Life goes on
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Sep 08 2009
I Won’t
I can never forget
and I won’t
If the bells stop chiming
I won’t forget
If the names stop being read
I won’t forget
If the headlights stop shining
I won’t forget
If flags are set ablaze while
people dance in the streets
I won’t forget
If everyone forgets
I won’t forget
I promise.
copyright 2009
dedicated to all the victims of September 11th – to those whom we lost and those who were left to carry the loss.
Sep 03 2009
Number 877
Sometimes it’s just
about me
Not you
or her
or him
or anyone else
just me
Just this
ten car pile-up
I call my life
Just the acid
eating away at my stomach
Just my fear
of what shit
will come tomorrow
Who said what
to whom
about what they said
to so and so
and the outfit they
wore while doing it
doesn’t hit my radar
Healthcare plans
evil politicians
The neighbor’s new
car
What I had
for dinner last night…
I got nothin’
World events
weather conditions
mating rituals of
exotic, endangered species
Not paying attention.
Because
sometimes it’s just
about me
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