Every day I toss it
a raw piece of my heart
so it doesn't **** me.
Strange to feed something
so it won't devour you.
I have lived with this
for years beyond memory.
Perhaps, I have always
been like this,
rending my heart
to keep death at bay.

  ~mce

My 8 track tape is now a museum piece, **** carpet is a health hazard now. No one knows what disco is, and bell bottoms are back in style. Life revolves in a circle. Some things that were old are new. Once I could read the album print, not I need glasses to see the news. I have slowed down as of late, a trampoline is an enemy of the state. If I am not 30 minutes early, then I consider myself to be late. Everyone is driving too fast, and music is now too loud. I'm not sure what blue tooth is, I think I will ask my doctor the next time my yearly check up comes around. I hear about mp3 but I am not sure what movie rating that is. Jokes I still think are funny, just annoy and embarrass  my grand kids. Loafers are fashionable and I don't have to bend over and tie my shoes. Elastic in my pants is welcome when ever I want to breathe. I seldom have time to watch t.v. since I spend all day watching what I  eat. I have come to a fore drawn conclusion that I must admit, I am old I think.

you see   it does not matter
that you love him
reject me with
your fiery eyes
it does not matter that     you
your graceful movements
restless smiles    and your hands
impatiently wait for time to pass
until he will return to you --
that you look at him    with starry eyes
and affectionate glances
or that you rest    your arms    in his
in comfort     and blush, almost
unnoticeably, when
he touches you
softly.

it does not matter that you
disagree   with every word I ever say
that you think you are above me
that you never look my way --
it's irrelevant, you see, to how I
still
feel about you

I'm convinced that I don't love you
but
I see your face
and
do.

loseen the grip
that's in your finger tips
wrapped around your neck

for it can not take back
the words
you never said
in your head

loosen the tape
that binds
around your irregular waist

for it won't mold your shape
deep enough
to change the state
of your breaking heart

loosen the chains
that have been broken
from your ankles
instead of holding them
in place
with your unforgiving hands

loosen me

until i am free enough
to fall at your feet

Dear life,
...if you plan to burn me
Then please do so on a low flame
My dreams are made of glass
They might melt

Disdaining experts, he specializes in
generalizations. He knows just enough
about everything and almost everything
about nothing. It won't earn him a Ph.D. or
gainful employment, but it's much more fun.
Poetry, like physics, announces the universe.
Who would not want to be
the town crier of eternity?

  ~mce