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Aug 2010 · 751
(Pb)
kj foster Aug 2010
I wasn’t great, but I was at least.
And at that, I was something.

Allowing you to have your fun
making time for games,
But ready when play is done
To call you by New names.

Hear me listen
Touching feelings
Watch me see,
Leader kneeling.
This is one of the poems they’ll read at my memorial.
If they ever find it.
Aug 2010 · 930
Bel' and the Dragon.
kj foster Aug 2010
She walked to the foot of his cave. Knowing now what she must do. With a shaking hand she lowered the small basket to the mouth of the cavern. “I’m back.” Two large glowing amber eyes opened, with a small look of surprise. Footsteps were heard, the ground shook, and out stepped the great Lizard.  The girl stood, “Just as I promised, Daniel”
The Lizard’s eyes began to ripple, numbed by darkness, now wet with tears.  It had been four years since he had spoken to anyone, in fact he wasn’t certain he could speak at all. He lowered his head, and she looked at him, and held the creatures jaw. With an unexpected gesture, she kissed his lips. If you could call them lips. Nothing happened. The dragon was still a dragon, and the girl still a sweet girl. “I was sure that would be it, but maybe I’ll just have to come back again Danny-” She began to step back as the great lizard opened it’s gnarled mouth. “No. Please. Stay?”
His words were coated by a small storm of billowing ash. With a shallow breath he summoned a small ember of fire, and with his tail beckoned her to have a seat.  She sat, smiling and began to hum a little.
The Lizard began to hum along to the familiar tune.

- Or something like that-
Aug 2010 · 773
(Cling)
kj foster Aug 2010
What hope do I hold
When I’m next to the rest?
For I am not very bold
And I’m far from the best.
What hope do I have
Among Romeo Montague,
Who leapt into death
In one swift swoon?
What hope do I have
Among Mister Clark Kent,
The Man of Steel
Who remains unbent?
What hope do I have
Among Martin Luther King,
Who wore his heart on the outside
Rather then the hue of his skin?
What hope do I have
Among men like Jesus,
Who took his own body
And broke it in pieces?
What hope can I hold
When I’m next to the rest,
For I am not very bold
And I am so far from the best.
I’ve never climbed a mountain
Without losing my breath.
And I’ve never held a woman
Without being scared to death.

Perhaps there is nothing that I truly lack,
For rather then standing next to others
I should simply stand in back.

The question I have for each father and sage
Does the path I trek become easier in years
Or even harder with age?
              ...no...

I’ve set a new trip,
Followed my heart,
Taking life’s script
Rewriting my part.
I’ll embrace my own way
Rather then try to condemn,
I’ll discard the man
That I’ve been made,
And just be the man I am.
Aug 2010 · 835
Arrows
kj foster Aug 2010
If you told me I was on your mind,
I would have quickly fled.
Not doing so to be unkind,
But to be on your heart instead.
Aug 2010 · 681
Entzauberung
kj foster Aug 2010
Neverland never was,
Wardrobes lead to nowhere,
For even if there was an OZ
There’d be no one left to go there.
It took me years to realize,
It took me time to see,
That all these magic tales,
Had cast a spell on me.
Princes must be charming,
While every beauty needs her sleep
But what truly is alarming?
Our true beauty buried deep.
The truth is,
Dwarfs are just plain scary,
Trees are just plain wood
A frog will never marry,
Three wishes do no good.
Aug 2010 · 938
1st Hand.
kj foster Aug 2010
You didn’t just grant me lessons
You gave me first hand experience
You raised me above other sons
And it never did make much sense,
I was no prodigy,
No  young Heracles,
Going the distance
Bringing new hope
For your great resistance
Just a hungry child
Who you left to the wild
-He's never forgotten
The aches of first begotten.
Aug 2010 · 691
One-Eighth
kj foster Aug 2010
His journey began
One year ago;
Treasures collected
Theories rejected
Unions constructed
Others obstructed.

And upon his cabin wall
He took his blade
And began to scrawl:

"The compass that
Serves a sailor best,
Is the scope buried
Within his own chest."
Aug 2010 · 627
.Conversely.
kj foster Aug 2010
Nod and smile
While his mouth *****
Pause.
Release a  noise
To fill the void
And to avoid
The natural inclination,
To laugh in his face.

— The End —