Monday, March 16, 2009

Wussy

I’m scared
That I won’t be enough
That I can’t fix
Whatever makes you sad.
Of love, I have no doubt
Maybe that’s why
I worry so much.
I wish I could make you happy
In all things
Though I know that can not be
But still, maybe it’s enough to try
If I try hard enough
Will you smile back at me?

needs severe beating

This time, distinct
Shall forever be
In memory of certain things.
In a pothole on a road
That leads to your house.
The crunch of the gravel
That brings you to mine.
I remember days
With the scent of pine
And dirt, and doing
Nothing.
Just nothing.
But sometimes those are my favorite
There’s no story to remember
No dialogue thread
Just you.

Bitchfest 2

There’s time, alas, I have only in dreams
When I wake I find with discontent
Something I forgot to do it seems
I’d weep, but for a lack of time to rent
In frustration, I find my efforts fail
To elicit a glimmer or reward.
I’ve no soul to pour out my sad tale.
No hope, no dream, that I may move toward
Still in dark, I find myself a light.
And towards you I tread, feet touch only air.
In this walk, I move away from blight
To the end of time, I’d follow love there
For you, your love, I would give all my self
Until, of never, it become the twelfth

Bitchfest 1

When midst the clanging and the sound, I find
My words are brought before most unkind judge
I find that my company hath maligned
My care from that of Kings to Fools. I trudge
An aching path with no reward. Losing
Faith. It is with envy I view those on
A more mundane path. I weep, for falling
On such wretched times. I must be withdrawn.
Still, at these points of no compare there’s joy
Oh, yet to be found. I can think of none
No gem nor luxury that can deploy
Such love in my heart that can’t be undone.
So though darkness sometimes will soft call
For your love I would, with joy, forsake all.

Snow Day

I watched my window
And beyond it saw
A snowflake hover
To fight the fall.
Against gravity
It struggled soft
And yet I had to wonder.
Was this exact, and tiny piece
Particular?
Was it, as snowflakes go
Extraordinary? Perhaps
The lone underdog,
Here to win the fight.
Or a frozen princess lost in time.
But as I mused
It lost the will
And began to fall
Quiet, calm
To join them all.

Definition

I heard a thump
And looked away
To see a dictionary fall.
And it made me think
About the words, and what
Right one has to say.
Say red is white and black is grey
But only just to me
You see green in everything,
But we still think the same.
The politicians fight all day
To define this and that
Love will change, but marriage stays
Or is that the other way?
Universal suffrage, was only for a half
Yet superiority comes from the mother land.
The book that fell, I’d put it back
But it looks alright to me
Its definitions stand on end
See page 1075, halfway down, for normalcy