The North Star

The North Star Aug 2014

I'm Lost

I'm lost

Flinging ideas and notions
Trying to find a way...
To cope with the commotion, inside...
my head

Threatening to tear...the fabric, keep away
It's not safe
For you...nor me
Ignore me...I'll rant about and about
Without a doubt

Perhaps in a little while
I'll find my way.

The North Star Jul 2014

The tongue bites

More biting,
less soothing.
such power, of lesser significance
sharp like a knife, piercing the heart
cool like the wind, seducing

Give it time
it'll bite
bite deep.

Jul 2014

Louise

If I ..

If I closed my eyes,
drifted into a soft sleep,
would you protect me?

If I faded away into nothingness,
or foolishly left you behind
would you rapidly follow?

If it was just you and me,
just the two of us
would you be lonely?

If I carefully caressed you,
desperately needed you,
would you just take me?

If you had to leave,
disappear and never return
I beg of you to visit my dreams.

The North Star Jul 2014

God's gift

God gave me a face,
But it was not pretty.
God gave me eyes,
But they only see bad.

God gave me a mouth,
Though wisdom doesnt flow through.
God gave me a brain,
but it wasnt smart.

God gave me a body
That doesnt flatter.
God gave me money,
But it wasnt enough.

God gave me some one to love,
But it was not true.

And then God had some mercy,
And then...God gave me you.

The North Star May 2014

An Old Man's happiness

An old man's happiness is described as
His first time in a candy store
He grows into the boy
scoring goals on the football field
Preceding the feelings of a young teen
knocking on his prom date's door
that first kiss
Before the man;
all grown-up, makes his first business deal
Getting down on one knee
Loving truly for the first time
a life's devotion
Ending with the wailing sounds
Of his first child
The end of one
The beginning of another

The North Star Apr 2014

Is it wicked?

Is it wicked not care?
it doesn't hurt to give a ****...

Is it wicked not to love?
rejection *****, give it a go...

Is it wicked not to affect?
everyone's afraid of ghosts...

Is it at all wicked to see
to really see
*what's inside of me.