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spring: this is what people call
the flu season, the bug season,
the fly season, but why cant it
just be spring? why cant it be the
'let go' season?
I need a season where I can stop
pretending. stop being someone
that I'm not. stop and ask myself why?
You wake up, you go to work
You go home, you get ready for bed.
Is this are everyday life now?
Now, that we are done with school.
Now, that we don't have are parents.
We just go over the same routine every day.
Nothing exciting.
Imagine, that if you knew this as a child.
That this is what you became.
You're dreams.
Crushed.
This is our everyday lives.
You don't wish you were that person
That you wanted to be as a kid? Did you?
In corduroy, little belly boy
his velvet-tree soft hands,
highlighter fever, melted decay art,
and haunting dazzle-magic
all occupy my thoughts
although, I'm saddened to say
he doesn't look at me
yet
Hell opened its maw,
I could feel myself boil
My mind steeped in turmoil
I had you in my hellish trap.
Just where I wanted you.
It was fun to play my game.
I made rules, you obeyed
Things stayed the same.
I turned deaf, listened no more.
Should I care what you felt?
I had nothing, so why should you?
That was the way things were’.
I was never given a freedom.
I was beaten black and blue.
So why shouldn’t you?
Feel those things I endured.
Life is not fair
We have heard it before
Take the good with the bad
Even if it leaves you sad
Grey clouds hang loosely
Weeping for what is lost
Only they know that this pain
Certainly has no gain
There are no winners here
I am not perfect
Nor will I ever pretend to be
If he only knew that i really did try
If he only knew how many tears i did cry
The end was inevitable
Though not an easy choice to make
Yet it happened all the same
Leaving me unprepared when it came
Yellow roses
Sometimes turn black
When the person who loves them
Gets thrown off track
How does this happen?
The answer's unknown
One reason might be
The crow hasn't flown
Crows are smart birds
Knowing how to deceive
If they feel at home
They'll choose not to leave
As scavengers
They devour their food
With non-picky taste buds
Their habits are crude
Gardens can't bloom
If crows eat the seeds
They don't give a damn
Just think of their needs
'Dobroye Utro'
slavic cheekbones
I view and sense
through a dreamgate
not cleared
a trickle of moist red hair
a hot slash of sunlight
Gone is the snowdrops
and harassing winds
an exhausting walk
no cabs
weather cancellation
Hello Friends
It has been a while
I am not sure I have
Much to offer
Not sure if you
Remember who i am
A lot has happened
Since I left
I am not the same
But are we really ever the same
We evolve with time and changes
Good or bad
We live, we learn, sometimes we learn again
Time,
it's catching up with us,
peeling away
our youth,
riddling our skins
with lines of age.
Don't wait
until our voice has turned
into a mere whisper
to declare our philia
for family and friends
to seek and offer forgiveness
for the wrongs we've done
and the misdeeds
done unto us.
Before we enter
the embrace of the earth,
let us live
without the sting
of regret.
A bitter cold mid-winter night
wind howling in the eaves;
tired eyes blur this old man's sight.
Of distant youth he grieves.
The heater helps beat back the chill
yet he shivers all the same
as memories remind him, still
of freezing mornings seeking game.
Mornings so cold the frost would jack
and rise up with a squeaky sigh
in air that had gone nearly slack.
No cloud marred the cobalt sky.