Silly sports

What faulty wire

requires I prefer

ink and words to sport and games?

Some silly structure up top,

dictating rhymes and patterns

instead of thinking about the next game,

scoring a goal, or pointing my toes.

What pray tell,

brought this all about?

Out of 46 genes,

which one spoke up and said

libraries were better playgrounds?

Damnit, Boy.

Every day was a step away

back from your name,

and here I find myself right back

where I started,

A sweet little choke on the letters

I forgot spelt your name.

Your song

Always struck a chord

A few levels deeper than I wanted it to.

Three words in and I’m back to where I started,

A hook right through me

every word

drawing me in.

Chains

You can’t lie.

That hamper in your proud stance

is the chain that holds you down,

keeps you back.

Don’t you know,

I see your burden?

Every link is a line

in your brow,

aching to be smoothed away,

Lifted.

A step,

and your neck creaks

with the weighted layers of steel.

I want to run,

Break each layer for you,

Fix you.

Never is a love letter an autobiography

This was never a love letter

when I wrote it down

But god knows

Nothing gold can ever stay.

Now I have no idea

as to what to say.

So give me some time

for when the river starts

I can't tell you when it'll stop.

I'm the

smoker

joker

midnight toker

who never knew

it could get any better,

so when it started to

I ran like hell.

Impressions on a first name basis

Through and through,

you know me

but in a very real sense,

you don't.

Every word my soul can sing

you've read

but word for word,

our conversations are limited.

I would not have it this way,

but the choice is far from mine.

A lasting impression,

started so quickly,

I hope ends

not briefly

Scripts and suns

In silence and sorrow

I'll bury these words

and the power they hold.

Just another reminder of

what I hide.

Its a quiet question all of this poses,

but really

what chance do I have,

trying to answer every curve ball

thrown in my direction.

In the shadow of everything transpired,

I'll hold my own until a new sun is born.

Time

Time,

what is it?

a flick

a leap

a quick laugh

a kick in the face.

it stamps us into our molds

strips us down,

bare.

Target girl

You've got me

exactly where you

want me

so get the ball rolling,

this pose is

breaking my bones.

The strain is

rending me

apart

into a million little pieces.

A gasoline rainbow

Walking and walking

A summer day into a summer night

I dipped my toes into a gasoline rainbow

trying and trying

to figure it out,

why is something so beautiful

so ugly

when you really think about it?

Through a different lense

Maybe I'm looking

through a lense

and everything I'm seeing

isn't real.

It could be true,

but I'd rather not konw

until it all has to

change.

Sing song like attitude

I'm singing a song like

no other

a tune filled with everything

I can be.

Its a song

Its a dance

and

its everything in between.

Memories are

That pretty little

wind song that

plays in my head,

the melody that

creeps its way

up my neck;

For full effect,

dancing and twisting

across my skin

singing a tune

I once knew all the words to.

Feb 2009

The Coffe House Muse

The spoon tinkles against cheap china

stirring my coffee kaleidoscope

along with my thoughts.

A milky reflection

not giving me a clue

The stormy faces of the lunch crowd

won't spare a question

What am I to do

in this busy world

of theirs?

That sweet voice to bitter words

Taste the wandering poets words,

so thick and heavy with

rhyme with no reason

and laced to the edge with cantering flow.

Spin the dreamers web

until the voice is but a sound.

Round and round until the fire dies.

Like what could have been,

it was all just smoke in the end.

Bandages

Bandages.

Covering arm to arm,

leg to leg,

the wounds I have tolerated

from walking in the wilderness since you came back.

Black and blue black and blue

covering the heart we once knew.

Thoughts?

Is it possible to just let all my thoughts
Drain away?
Drain right out of my head,
tucked away, somewhere safe
until I need them again.
Sometimes, I think my head is too small
for all these thoughts.
Sometimes, too big.
Thoughts.
All they seem to do is
swirl round and round.
They keep me up in the dead of night,
keep me away
smack dab in the middle of an afternoon.
Swimming around,
confined to the mind
these thoughts
make up their own relevance,
seek no reward for what they conjure,
yet flourish in existence.
Don’t you wish you could just
drain away a thought or two?

Leaves

I am but a leaf,
and amidst a puddle of an ocean.
One that I just cant seem to stay afloat of.
perfectly flawed,
Little holes crawl along
Little veins
Letting (all) the water push through me, and
over me.
The waves threaten to topple me,
engulf me.
I’m not quite the sunken battleship,
because
I’m only half way there.


13/11/2008
17/2/2009

(Just another) Sunday Morning

Chasing the lines of a foggy dew away,
the sun tears the lid off my Sunday morning.
(Coffee is brewing, what a fine start.)
Outside a sweet breeze
compliments cerulean skies,
carefully adorned in cotton candy clouds.
First sip of the day and
it's a sharp hello;
(just one more reminder of life's
little pleasures)
Next comes the smoke in my lungs;
Hold it in. Let it out.
Wait for the buzzing to begin,
just a little something,
for when the day begins.

Just another perfect
Sunday Morning.

2/1/2009

Insomniac

When I can’t sleep, I go to my cave,
that little recessed part in my own mind
saved for my illusions and their stories.
In my little niche, dark hues strangle the light
in an attempt to keep me quiet,
save my fingers dancing on the dust floor,
scratching out rhyme and reason.


2008

Say It

Yesterday I couldn’t say it,
tomorrow I will say it,
and today I won’t say it.
Can you understand why?
I try and I try
but the words die on my lips,
like a rose in a vase,
after it’s few days
of beauty.

2008