You know what's worse than someone deceiving or cheating you...the realization that you should've been able to identify and see through that person..and you failed to do so...'coz you let trust blind you...even though you trust someone..that is no reason to relax and take it easy...always be vigilant...the person who cheats you could be anyone...even those who are closest to your heart.
To live a life in perspective
I’m told you need to define a horizon
line eye level to the viewer.
From my hill of years the view is fluid
as in watery, but also as in unpredictable.
On the sea’s face a wall of fog moves in
and out like histories remembered
Sometimes silver striates the sea
with such a glitter of insight
I am bedazzled and cannot look.
Sometimes fogbank and ocean merge
with such blue-gray unity it seems
the horizon rises so that I stand on
the shore, dwarfed by a surf of knowledge
that pounds at my ignorance.
Sometimes the sea becomes invisible,
the white air a questioning emptiness,
a finger-touch of damp against the cheek.
We took this trip
across the universe.
Walking on sunshine,
Black Hole Sun.
What I am is what I am.
Carry on, my wayward son.
Johnny was a school boy
when he heard his first Beatles song.
Rag doll living in a city.
Living on a prayer.
Your love is like a prayer.
Just beat it,
Hit me with
your best shot.
I'm hot blooded,
I want to fly like an eagle.
Come sail away,
Come sail away with me.
Ooh, I wanna take you.
In the shadow
of the moon,
Oh, black Betty...
She's a brick house.
She has me like
a Pisces always will.
I'm a simple
kind of man.
I will be the flame,
an eternal flame.
How can you sleep while
your bed is burning?
Burning down the house.
Little Pink Houses for you and me.
I got a fast car.
Losing my religion.
Blinded by the light.
Hungry like a wolf,
I want to dance
Kick start my heart.
I love rock and roll.
Put another dime in the
He sure played
a mean pinball.
Miss American Pie.
Time after time,
I wish you were here.
Kristy, are you doing okay?
Shine on, you crazy diamond.
My shelf holds worlds;
bending under multi-colored,
peeling teeth; paper raked by pupils.
Cream clenches then spreads,
like a jogger's lung, and I say,
This is why I normally take it black.
Something Steven Spielberg presented
is strapped to my wall, reminding me of
my childhood that has left my memory
faster than I hoped it would.
There's a decaf tin holding mini-presidential tombstones.
I keep a picture of a woman
I don't even know because
she looks happy and I envy that.
This room is hermetically sealing
3 AM insomnia and daydreams.
half of me
sleeps in you
in your different sheets
in the hues of blue
a part of me
still grieves over our lust
but at the same time
knows it has reduced to dust
a version of myself,
that won't shut up in my head,
is convinced that i'll only be happy
if i wind up in your bed
over and out, dwelling and demure
how can you love someone if you can never be sure?
a stained glass cry for help
and a tongue that eases every knot in my soul
the same shards of me embedded in you
are the ones that convince me that i am whole
The cluster of ice in my glass
looks like a milky fist.
I shake my cup and ask
about the weather.
He says, 'Hasn't rained in
one thousand or so years.'
I say how that's unfortunate;
he says how shit happens.
This party transitions into
something out of an art-house film;
the Cali-tens are dancing to some
80's song you would vaguely recognize.
They bump into one another
like bees in an electric hive.
A Russian drinking a Russian
asks about drugs.
I say into my drink that I
don't have that many friends.
Looking for a bathroom,
I am bumped by hips and lips
into the former eggshell/cigarette stain wall,
where I find my partial reflection
looking back at me in that familiar
transparent parent way.
I find myself apologizing.
How can thoughts be real
They're not solid enough to touch
So how can someone manifest
A feeling such as love?
Squeeze it in your hands
It's forcing us to trust
In the invisible
Because although you can't see it
It can still disappear
Love is the sad song
That left you crying in your beer
It can hit you
And you best believe it's true
Love is as real
As the way I feel for you
to talk to. All
I need right now
is a shoulder to cry on,
a kind word, a loving smile.
The kind of silent understanding
you feel with someone who knows
you inside and out. I just want to be
loved, not for what I can give some-
one, not for how hard I can make
them laugh, but literally just for
who I am. Someone who
loves me despite me.
Despite my flaws and cruel words and harsh
thoughts and lonely feelings. I'm
tired of feeling like a
Why do you neglect to see
that I'll be on this shelf for eternity?
Words that toy with my emotions,
spar with my minds thoughts,
tango with the soul
Inspire poets pen to waltz across a blank page
each word like a perfectly placed dance step
As poets tell stories that only a poet's mind and pen can craft
As lines intertwine and images of beauty unfold
In words that help the blind see
This my dear poets
Is what poetry is to me