I share with you a story
committed to memory in my castle tower,
an amusing tale of Benjamin Deamer
and his three legged dog named, Power.
Benjamin was nine years of age
and most happy when helping;
Power was two years of age
and most playful when yelping.
Benji's Grandma had a birthday
and was born in 1926.
She is, one might say,
at her best while showing off silly tricks!
Benji had a great idea for her birthday-
bake a cheesecake for a picnic
and she is, one might say,
clever with using chopsticks
to eat, to drum, to play
for all of her critics,
and as Benjamin would say,
"She has many nifty little gimmicks!"
"A cheesecake it is!
I'll fill it with fruit,
and I know she'll love this,
if I write on it with a cherry on top, 'I love you'!"
Power and Benji had a blast
gathering all the ingredients in a glass.
Power nosed Benji, "Please?", for cream cheese
while Benji made a crust from graham crackers he smashed.
Power fetched three eggs
and squished a lemon with his paw.
Benji was preparing strawberries,
sour cream, sugar and all.
In the blender for a spin
then the real fun begins,
when they get to beat the cream light and fluffy
and add some sweet pumpkin!
When all was done
Benji slid the cake in the oven.
Power and Benji watched intently
switching positions every dozen
minutes or so that time slowly passed,
patiently waiting forty-five minutes;
…..when, with a Ding!, Alas!,
Benji and Power swooped in like two bandits.
He let it cool for a bit
and grabbed his mom's basket,
carefully wrapping his gift
in some cellophane plastic.
Power was surprised
at the strength of the aroma;
it was quickly advised
to fetch Benji some grape soda.
The cheesecake was perfect
and Benji knew grandma would be ecstatic.
Benji had to leave with the basket
and Power, his bouncing sidekick!
He skipped and he jogged
carefully with his three legged dog,
carrying his basket with no soda
but a half gallon of eggnog.
Halfway to grandma's house
Power took to chase with a pigeon,
darting into a work zone
with three feathers stuck to his chin.
Benji thought of the hugs
he was going to receive,
for such a thoughtful gift for grandma
that she wouldn't believe.
Power had his own plans
chasing a bird 'round that work zone.
He was a little freaked by those wingspans
and of his playful, young world unknown!
Benji stopped at a gate
whistling and waiting for Power.
He felt that this might be the bird's fate,
surely soon to turn sour.
From around a corner he dashed
into the lap of Benji!
The cheesecake had crashed
popping out of the basket so easy!
Landing in a square of new cement,
bordered by a thin caution ribbon,
Benji and Power had no comment
about their gift that had fallen
into that slab of thick cement.
They worried what grandma would think
of how much this gift meant
left only with eggnog to drink!
With heads down they walked
the last mile to her house.
Sadly, they cried and talked,
never louder than that of a mouse.
Power galloped up to grandma
with Benji not far behind,
sitting erect with tired paws
not yet relaxing to unwind.
Grandma reached out her arm
and pulled in a bummed out Benji,
saying to her grandson,
and his three legged charm,
"the world's troubles stop when you hug me-
and I love you with a cherry on top!"
Winter is getting quite close,
And as I listen to my Grizzly Bear sing
Of loving another man,
And of speaking in rounds
I can't help but to shut myself in my bed
As I shiver in awe
Of harmonies clashing like winter winds
That sons once sung about.
I sleep and I walk the moon
Around the empty heavens that cry bright tears
As the dark
Or the cold sweeps them away.
Crawling on the tightrope
Puts my mind at ease and gives me something to
Focus on for a spell
Because I blame my sadness on the day.
No hope rests in my cave.
Now and then the sun wakes up
Now and then I try to wake up with the sun,
Eyes shut by
Dismay that has followed me
Like the moon has all this time.
If the dark moon continues to follow me
Surely I will be sad
And I promise my cave will soon collapse
And never wake up.
I practiced a tone
that propped many an ear,
while waiting for a devil's curse.
The gargle dizzied a fancy,
posing as a friend,
rescuing me in dire trends
to wallow the poisons
and, as you say, become immersed.
Everyday, a death inside,
and every one steals a piece
that perverts my mind to shame.
To nourish such an affinity,
the know in such confusion;
I have taken to such a game.
To debate my love
in my affected state,
surely by perdition,
bats would snack my tongue.
A grave with a familiar name
is hushed on a cemetery breeze;
to never speak their name again,
at midnight I'll be silhouetted as I'm hung.
My heels will click
and fall to Earth splitting soil,
to warrant my need for you
as my last twitching dance
pumps out my bleeding tears
into the ground above you;
seeping upon your rotting palate
to tell a tale from one with woes
of having not a chance!
I told you once,
before I swung from cracked timber,
that I don't deserve your love.
I'm stealing away
on an electric tide
of an ultimate pain,
to Lucifer's chair by bleeding doves!
You tired of my name;
looked to see urine fan the flame
as your empty smiles litter air!
My shields are closing.
All my demons screaming,
sense me leaving;
if you can't reach me in time,
I'm food for crow,
done my way!
from my hands
the empty glass
through space and time
surely we know
every minute sublime
ticks of the clock
other side of
the empty glass
Your life is just a work of art
A masterpiece painted
By some big brain
With double-folding sentience?
Do you ever consider
The beauty of the detail(s)?
What if that weird coincidence
That happened today
Really wasn't a coincidence at all?
What if there are no coincidences?
What if when we go to sleep
Our brainwaves change
Because our minds go elsewhere
And it's best we just forget
When we wake?
What if reincarnation is real
And just at a universal scale?
What if life didn't originate on Earth?
What if there's something huge about
That we don't yet understand?
What if everything is a computer simulation
And everything above the first dimension
Is just a folded-up illusion?
What if we're not the only ones out there?
What if one time
At some random point
Along your vision's axis
You stared right at a planet
That harbored life?
Or even a star system?
What if religion and science collapsed in
On each other?
And what does this whole Eye business
What if the multiverse
Is more connected
Than we ever imagined?
What if God is a number? (a chuckle)
What if God is all the numbers
And combinations of them
And possible functions
And every algorithm
Every discordance and solution?
What if fate and free will
Don't really hate each other,
And it's just a game they play?
What if, just as we imagine characters,
Scenes and fiction
And paint them with words, sounds, and pigments
Our lives and interactions
Are painted by some society of higher beings,
In some fractalesque twist?
What if perception and emotional value
Are just the icing on the cake
And they are what makes life more
Than numbers and figures?
What if art
Is more than human?
What if the magical spells we once dreamed of
Have become our reality-
Songs, pictures, symbols flashed on the TV...
What if it really is like good guys vs. bad guys
And it's all just whispered above your head
Just within earshot?
What if it's not so black and white
And our only true villain
Is the stupidity of the mob?
What if it's somewhere between
Like it usually is?
What if we were always happy
Or always sad?
Would there really be a difference?
What if you could escape the circular nature
What would you see, looking down?
What if every system is circular
Because they're all gears
In some big surreal machine?
What if you're dreaming?
Nope, still here.
What if you're not dreaming at all
And it's really just that strange?
What if everything that could happen
And you are only allowed to see one of each?
What if the laws of physics
Are only so set in stone
In this universe
But there are others that vary?
What if the speed of light
Is the universal speed of time?
What if I'm actually dead
And this is just a virtual world
And I'm living through a computer?
What if reality is a very complicated computation?
What if I woke up as someone else tomorrow morning?
Would I even realize it?
What if one of my poems caused two people to meet
and fall in love? that'd be cool
What if one of my poems accidentally somehow set off
A chain of events that killed someone? that's weird and sad
What if gravity were as strong as magnetism
Or the other forces?
We'd surely have no planes
And getting up in the morning would suck even more
What if for once you were grateful and happy to wake up in the morning?
Ooh, got you with a tinge of guilt din't I?
What if the whole thing was a joke and no one likes getting up after a nice rest?
What if looks didn't affect judgment so much?
What if this is your very last breath?
If so, look out-
What if my imagination didn't have a bottom?
What if the act of believing in something
Made it true?
What if my red was your blue?
What if you could see tenfold more colors then most humans
Because you had an extra type of cone in your gene code?
What if the very fundamentals of science you were taught in school
Were mass-spread so no one could know how strange the universe really is?
What if the moon landing was fake?
What if conspiracies don't really affect you that much in the end?
What if there was an underlying pattern of questions and statements
Following a free-flowing logical train here?
What if it just crashed?
What if when the light went off on your webcam
That didn't mean it was inactive?
What if you had something to hide?
What if they're out to get you?
What if they're everywhere?
What if it's way over your head
And it's time to get out of the house?
What if Uncle Ben never got shot?
What if Tony Stark is just a friggen' badass genius dude wonder?
What if some levity never hurt anyone, but what if it did?
What if some guy was telling a joke, not paying attention
And he fell and broke his left arm?
I bet it's happened on numerous occasions.
And statistically, probably more if you change it to 'right'!
What if you didn't help that old lady cross the street?
What if the old lady never crossed the street
And she just sat there forever like a lost puppy
Doesn't it just make you want to cry?
What if you were sitting on that thing you're looking for the whole time?
What if your life is a TV show
It's all staged, Truman!
What if I'm not real
And a secret artificial intelligence project
Wrote this to test how convincing it is?
I promise I'm not but you have no way of knowing!
What if some of you start to suspect me of being a robot?
What if in some ironic twist of fate that made someone crazy obsessive about it
And writing it led to my very death?
What if I'm just here for the ride
And I don't have time to worry about things like that?
My eyes are getting heavy...
As much as they tell me
I need to focus.
I need to concentrate...
And leave the la-la-land dreamscape
Of my head,
I'm proud to even
I m a g i n e.
I know you love me
but I know you still love her
And I guess I'm sorry
for what it's worth.
I can never be her
I never even want to try
How can I be so indirectly hurt?
Shaking with sorrow as I cry.
And the only thing left to imagine
is your hand along her thigh.
It slides down her pants and I cringe.
Why do I think these things, why why why
I would surely be a monster
to keep you away
I am just a girl but yours.
My monster wants to play.
I am his lady
and he is my lord
an important part of my world
His embrace is the
only place I feel safe.
His every changing eyes
put me in a trance
and hold me captive
His smile is so irresistible
It makes me want to kiss him
It feels so normal
the feeling of his chest
against my head as he
pulls me into his arms.
My heart slowly but surely
becoming completely his.
I cant imagine life without him
Not even for a second
I crave to feel his presence around me.
its scary how easy
those three little words
slip from my mouth
But I mean them
Because he is my lord
And I am forever his lady
When the time
comes you'll know.
That my destiny
will surely show.
And then you'll see
that i'm ready for anything
that comes my way.
But please hurry.
Cuz right now my life feels empty.
What is the meaning
in this crazy world we're living in?
So please hurry.
Cuz right now my life feels so empty.
It's so hard
getting up each morning.
To find it
the same as before.
So please someone.
cuz right now my life feels empty.
What is the meaning
in this crazy world we're living in?
So save me
Cuz right now my life feels so empty.
I knew I should have left it
alone where it grew.
The lily is wilting
it quivers and shakes.
My selfish hands have killed it
waiting for another to take its place.
The orchid has gone sour
its petals ooze a poison.
It grew so far away I thought
another would surely tend it.
Oh how I was wrong,
now I'll sit here trying to mend it.
It seems I'm a selfish gardener
and though I wish it not so,
I know that I have damaged
what I wished to grow.
From the flowers that I hoped to till,
it's punishment that none will be
the flower, in my vase, on my window sill.
she gave me an empty book
in which to write poetry.
she told me she made it.
she told me she didn't use line paper because
lines only limit us.
without lines on the pages,
my poems would surely flow more freely
in all directions.
i couldn't tell her
that when my world is spinning out of control (which is often)
that lines are the only thing that can give me direction