No Fun

 

A reality check, broke no funds;

ready for a change, cant have money;

Take the world for what it holds, give it all away;

Time rolls like an avalanche in back country, your face turns too.

Cold with a fire of rage; repeat lifestyles?

Called a habit, forced labor if you want it;

Where are you at? Running in place, GET In the Race!!!!

Growing up and getting know_ledge at the top Jump to fly.

Old and furious, a hate that is not mine, to share what we know to only those who listen.

Bite your lip and hold a secret.

Time flips around, you can’t start over again.

Stretch Your Arms, a breathe in deep.

A Thousand Lies

a thousand pictures

of you and me

together

apart

they don’t tell our story

not the truth

the love they witness

is not the love we feel

No camera tells our story

the heat of your kisses

tongue against my neck

my breast

love whispered

in hidden corners

behind closed doors

lost amid the milling crowds

under weeping willows

by sweeping rivers

where we meet and melt

arms and hearts entwined

for a time

the one we know

the two we are

the three we shouldn’t be

she from whom we

shelter the truth

that our love though true

is as wrong as it feels right

a thousand perfect pictures

tell our lies

multitudinous shades of grey

layered between the spectrum

from red to blue to yellow

tell lies that hide our true colors

 

 

 

7. DECONSTRUCTING POETRY

7. Deconstructing Poetry 

 

Be it  Shakespear or Rumi,

People are intimidated by poetry.

But poetry is just a talented art,

that a poet uses, to write from within  his/ her heart.

There is hardly a hidden meaning,

when a poet is composing.

 

Haiku, Lymericks and couplets,

are writing styles, like sonnets.

They give to the poem, flavour and form

and with free verse any style is the norm.

 

Similes and comparisons,  to the words add spice

just as fantastic is another word for nice.

Idioms and methaphors are used

so that plain language may be abused.

 

There is nothing so difficult about writing poetry,

all you need is a little bit of inspiration

and some creativity.

 

Sevenling

She gave it all up and erased him from her mind
she hated the hairs he left on the bar of soap
his suffocating boredom, plus he’s a bit too much of a nice guy.

He didn’t think she’d be a good mother and combined
with the thought that she was overbearing–there’s no hope.
And her style choices just looked desperate in his eye.

They decided to get back together.

 

 

(Inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)

Spectral World

A world separate from worlds

Where spectral bodies roam

without limits

They watch the good and bad

Young and old

Protecting and observing

Maybe they love too

We’ll never know

For they live but are not part of life

 

 

 

Hour 8

He is loud

and he kicks tables

and when he drinks too much he’s never sorry

 

I am stubborn

and overly careful

and I cry all the time

 

and together we are perfection

Old Before My Time

Dreams were easy to achieve: 
travel to foreign lands, falling in love,
changing the world in my career. 

My brain exploded: 
safety within four walls, humbled love for my Steve,
grateful to just return to work. 

At 49 I became old.

 

8. The Messenger VIII

We were two

Already all this time

We were two

It was so natural

None of us realized it

None of us ever suspected anything

Yet we could have guessed, doubt it

Never did I feel alone

Never, you either

You told me this many times

Never alone did you feel

Still, It was a sign

When we think of all these people

Who are so alone

And who act without any common sense

Just because they feel lonely

It would be enough for them to look

Straight and in all honesty

At their situation(s) to clearly see

That they are not alone at all

We were two

Already all this time

We were two

It was so natural