Dec 03 2009
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.
Copyright 2009
Nov 22 2009
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
copyright 2009
Oct 31 2009
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
copyright 2009
Oct 07 2009
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.
copyright 2009
Sep 19 2009
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
copyright 2009
Sep 03 2009
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
copyright 2009
Sep 01 2009
Thoughts fly ahead
of my grasp
I flail in shiftless
winds
that tumble me
down tuneless tunnels
Blink against
an angry sun
The whispers echo
a distant hurt
with neither face
nor name
The circle encloses
in the beyond
and I watch from
the edge
Chattering teeth
shivering soul
and the darkness
comes
to eat the Moon
but her spirit
glides past
and she colours
the dawn with
greens and violets
Her sweet song
coaxes the sky
to Open
and I am reBorn
copyright 2009
Aug 24 2009
I wish I had wisdom
I wish I knew
the right words
I wish you could know
what is in my heart
I wish I had answers
to the dark places
A map through the maze
a compass to guide me
I wish I had a
a new me to bring
a better me to be
A soul not in tatters
A life not in ruin
I wish I had
a voice you could hear
a song you wanted to sing
a story you wanted to read
I wish I could
turn back the path
unwalk the steps
never taken the risk
never learned the truth
never shattered the dream
copyright 2009
Jul 15 2009
I want my quiet back
and the injustice of the
unvarnished truth
Where lies cannot
flourish
and schemes do not
survive
Where love is not
betrayal
and time is not
my master
I want my quiet back
and the starkness
of what is
of now
of tomorrow
Where regret does not
live
doubt is not
welcome
and life is
an open door
copyright 2009
Jul 14 2009
Why?
is my question
Why?
is the answer
I need
Why?
is what keeps me
in bondage
Why?
keeps me awake
and asking
Why?
is what I will
never know
copyright 2009
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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