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C F Tinney Feb 2017
Fair of skin.
Fair of thought.
Fair to others,
when she ought not.

Balanced mind.
Thoughtful care.
Wasted on masses,
who do not share.

Giver.
Ever giving all.
Devoured by the crowds,
who answer weakness’ call.

Fair of skin.
Fair of thought.
Fair to anyone who comes,
Yet offer naught.
Fair.
C F Tinney Feb 2017
What do you want from me?
I’ve given all my flesh.
What more can you desire?
I’ve nothing left…

I quit.
Surrender to your power.
Celebrate upon my broken sole,
for I’ve nothing left this hour.

I can’t bear the indecency,
to look upon your face.
You thieving ******* who,
takes life and leaves no trace.

Laugh…
at my complete defeat.
Scoff…
as I as I repeat.

My failures,
you’ve taught me so well,
and completely surrender,
to forever fail.
At being real.
C F Tinney Jan 2017
I will protect you, my child
no harm shall come
So long as I have life in me
I will protect you from harm

I will protect you, my child
no harm shall come
I have life in me
I will give all to keep you safe

I will protect you, my child
Though my body is tired
I am not done
Keeping you safe and sound

I will protect you, my child
If you’ll help me
My voice is strong
and my reason is still here

I will protect you, my child
Even though I am so tired
My will remains
and I will myself on

I will protect you, my child
From beyond here
I have given all
but have no fear
and weep not
for I watch on
I cried out to God for answers
While waiting for his reply
I forgot to do some living
'Ere I fell down to die.

Beheld I no great majesty
In wonders he had wrought
But pitied self for circumstance
That time and life had brought

Forbid that I would ever look
Beyond my meager station
And witness those at deeper lows
and show appreciation.

Hence, the twilight of my life
Has come, and shadow's fallen.
At last, across the great divide
I hear His voice is callin'.

Our answers come in all due time
And so little time is given,
So while you wait you might as well
Go do a little living.
C F Tinney Jan 2017
Great hallelujah!
Rejoice – a victory has come today!
In the face of society
I managed to fit in
Not one could tell I faked my way
through normalcy again

Rejoice!  Victory!
Exhausted, still I made it through
All the vomited “good mornings”
faux displays of real concern
and buried, silent yearnings

Celebrate!  Home at last!
Another day of tense smiles
Another walk upon the coals
I’m spent, completely done
I’ve paid my daily tolls

Hiding!  Alone at last!
No anxiety of interaction
No pretending to care
No people faintly catching
The way I deeply stare
Into their souls
with jealous disdain
  Jan 2017 C F Tinney
Traveler
Extremism
Is just another dead end
Believe me
There's no place I haven't been
Simply put
Curiosity is the itch to know
To feel, to dream, to grow
Still
Dread can appear as a illogical intrusion
When based on a incomplete resolution
And so...
Not even contemplation
Before conclusion
Can guarantee absolution

On this side of the maze
   I get lost for days...
Traveler Tim
C F Tinney Jan 2017
She sat with him
day by day
for there could be
no other way

For she for him
and he for her
Nothing cold be truer

Wether days of sun
or stormy night
She kept him warm
and free of fright

As she for him
and he for her
Nothing cold be truer

As frailty turned
its face on him
She held him up
His eyes now dim

Oh she for him
and he for her
Nothing cold be truer

And when time came
that he drift away
She saw him off
but had to stay

For she for him
and he has gone
No, Nothing cold be truer
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