Where you going?
What d’ya see?
A hundred thousand polka dots
A comin’ after me
Polka dots and tater tots
And french fried onion skins
A priest in a confession booth
Forgivin’ all our sins
Two or three gorillas
And an elephant in the room
Someone tell the maitre’ d
He’d best be leavin’ soon
Cuz the waiter and the waitress
Have figured out the plot
And if he hangs around much longer
He’s liable to be shot
By a psychopathic mushroom
Or a ****** off pizza pie
While the rabid rocket scientist
Wonders how he got that high
The ********** with bedroom eyes
Looks the other way, and
The specialist in pantomime
Does not know what to say.
A hundred thousand looks at love
Not a single one survives
Yet, with regret and toil and sweat
We go on with our lives.
pwl 5/20/15
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
I want to provide her with everything.
I want to be by her side when she faces her fears.
I want to give her the strength to do so.
Her words,
They mean everything.
I hang on to each word as if its oxygen.
Each breath I take is because of her.
I could fall,
and **** could I fall hard.
Bruises,
Broken ribs,
Cuts and scrapes.
None of it will matter.
She will pick me up,
and when she does I will be alright.
Her arms? Safety-net.
Her eyes? Reassurance.
Her smile? Happiness
Her? Home
She's more than okay and good enough.
She is everything beyond that.
I want her to be my home,
My security,
My okay,
My laugh.
I want her.
I want her to be mine.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
her voice to me is as necessary as breath. she helps me when no one else will. she understands me. she's the most beautiful human being, and she's doesn't know it. i'm in love with her, but she's not in love with me. she loves elise, and there is nothing that i can do about it. it hurts, it stings. she isn't even with elise, but she yearns for her. i yearn for her. elise treats her like **** she treats her like she's nothing. but she's everything. she deserves everything. and i ******* love her. i barely know her but i ******* LOVE her. i want her. i want her to want me. i want her to yearn for me the way she yearns for elise. she deserves more than the world, and i want to give it to her. i want to be her supporter, her shoulder to cry on. she needs to be appreciated every second of every day. she isn't, though. she is treated like nothing all the ******* time. she deserves to be treated like she's priceless, because oh God she is. she is like rare artwork. you might never come across someone like her again, so you better ******* cherish her. you better ******* love her with your all. you better hold on, because she could be gone within a blink. and you wouldn't want that, now would you?
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
Mister Golden Sun,
Dives in the cool pool of clouds
For he too, feels hot.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
When you are a poet
you don't place yourself on a pedestal
don't spit venomous hate
think fellow writers are dismal.
When you are a poet
you don't feel a superiority
fellow writers you gleefully berate
make yourself perversely witty.
When you are a poet
your heart is a little more wide
you don't fume and fret
readers are not on your side.
If you are a poet
you know better than to be arrogantly vain
don't carry ego's sinful weight
but let your art pour through your pen.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
I loved you strong, with all the recklessness I possessed,
Yearned to share with you all I had to confess.
Believed it would be palliated in your pristine hands,
Watched it slip through your fingers like worthless sands.
Enamoured and imprudent, I jumped right in,
Unaware your depths were too shallow to swim.
Naïveté; my judgement had faltered,
All of my worth lay bare, and you resigned, unaltered.
Gave everything I knew with nothing left in reserve
Long forgotten it was me I should serve.
It was a hope laced channel for all the healing I desired
but you were inept at radiating the compassion required.
No understanding for this fragile task in proposition,
A rare gift to be cherished that you gave no recognition.
And there was too much exposed for you to forsake,
Too much that wasn’t earned; my calamitous mistake.
For these blood stained bones you lacked the tools to unearth,
You were never the answer to my rebirth.
Gravely inexperienced for this feat,
Your heart was too sheltered
and your mind too weak.
I gave you completely this intimate token,
But you failed to see how I was broken.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
Golden rays shine down
On the white peaked mountain top
Water trickles through
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
*I write,
about my ****** life.
but my words,
have giving you a sun shine,
like one that I have been removed from,
by the monster's night.
and sunshine,
you pull my dark words,
out of the night,
and let them shine,
and give them a meaning I only hoped for them to have,
like new parents,
hoping and dreaming,
every dream for there new baby,
my words,
are like my dreams,
my parents never gave me,
and the fact someone but me cares about them,
makes me remember that even though,
the sun may set,
like we all must rest,
when we wake,
the sun shines,
for us.*
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
*i wonder if you can see
a single beauty in me
just like I see the whole universe
in you.*
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
the first time our eyes met
possibilities filled my heart
you smiled at me softly
i could feel that spark
the first time our hearts met
you made my still blood flow
we stayed up late, just talking
about things we didn't know
the first time our skin met
the warmth then filled my veins
we started a fire together
making love in the rain
.
.
.
the first time our egos met
the collision took it's toll
we got lost in the explosion
where did our pieces go?
.
.
.
the last time our eyes met
you were driving away
you looked toward me blankly
with nothing left to say
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC