A Bawdy Lass
Posted by admin on April 28, 2011
a bawdy lass
with a full glass
may lead to pleasures untold
but what do I know
I’m just a geek
Your Worry
Posted by admin on April 25, 2011
You worry;
For me, you worry.
Would tragedy bring
Poignant memory?
Perhaps destiny’s grasp
Could unclasp the future;
End this lethargy.
Sorrow is a feeling;
Anger is a feeling;
Remorse is a feeling;
Anything anticipatory,
Even tragedy,
To erase your worry.
Treebeard’s Lament
Posted by admin on April 22, 2011
Treebeard’s Lament
Treebeard’s waters tumble
Along Fangorn’s misted paths.
Sorrows fervently rumble,
A call to joys long past.
The entwives and gardens,
The entchildren and marvels.
Alone Treebeard stands,
Alone, Fangorn, king.
Heedless of mortal lands
And the passing One Ring.
Hobbits, dwarves and elves,
He alone in the forest dwells.
His stewardship diminishes,
The long labors forgotten,
The great gardens unfinished
Await the industry of men.
Making The Grade
Posted by admin on April 21, 2011
I sit, I write, I invent a future.
A future with A’s,
A future with D’s,
A future where letters spell fate.
Your pen decides,
Or does it?
Perhaps my caprice
Would rather see
You in tears
For years
Wondering at my hate.
Scared of Baudelaire
Posted by admin on April 18, 2011
Thoughts of drunkenness frighten me
Just as shadows in dark rooms might.
Imperceptible enemies
Hide dully in the empty night.
If they should come seize upon me
Should I not simply cease to be?
I require neither good or right.
Life is easily cast aside.
But without me I am nothing,
Me, I will never relinquish.
Wordslap
Posted by admin on April 14, 2011
Your words slap me bitterly
Against the walls of my self doubt.
I cry out in silence, angrily
Hoping your hurricane will blow out.
The wind of your unruly rhyme
chimes
again
and again,
beating the ardent time
of the earnest knouter.
Subsumed in your words
Are the stabbings of my heart.
Though your intentions are pure,
They give resentment a start.
The air of your ungainly breath
is death
within
and without,
until I am cured of doubt
and believe all your words.
Unworthy in your mind or my own
Makes no difference to my soul.
I cannot possibly compete
With negativity this complete.
Conscience
Posted by admin on April 10, 2011
Is desperation bad?
Is conscience good?
Yes, unless …
What excuse can I proffer for pitiless
Amoral inaction or rapid tactlessness
In action? To act and not to be acted
Upon. Agency cannot be retracted.
A man who stares at a woman
Who ignores that she is beautiful
Cannot hold responsible the man
Who in his turn remains dutiful.
The regret is not personal,
Not private,
Just universal.
A Chant for Evening
Posted by admin on April 6, 2011
Too tired again to write
Too tired again I sit
Too tired again at night
Too tired, my mind in fits
The passion that carried
Me to think subsides.
Intrigue indeed runs harried;
All base thoughts derides.
Eyes asleep against pain
Eyes asleep against dawn
Eyes asleep with the rain
Eyes asleep against wrong
The muse forever departed,
from me a moment eternal.
Somewhere an idea is started
with ugly rhymes supernal.
The answer is not 42.
The answer is not money.
The answer is not inside you.
The answer is not funny.
Out there! Out there lies hope
For children without courage.
They cling to mockery’s rope
To build esteem’s entourage.
Too tired I sit.
Too tired I think.
Too tired the world,
Too tired to sing.
No more for the children,
No more for the masters,
No more for the old ones,
Despair will outlast us.
A Piece of My Soul
Posted by admin on April 2, 2011
A piece of my soul trickles out in words;
A piece of my heart-glowing images
Rolls out steadily to eyes and tongues.
Are these, my hopes, only strange mirages?
Not just a thought, not just a weary wish,
But a portion of essence fall, draining
From inside out to divine consciousness.
Desire of will on Another raining.
Not to compel, not to hurt, push or drive,
These storied wants call outward to be heard
By, for and through all who are alive.
Is such rash, full egotism absurd?
A piece of my mind, not unkind dribbles
Like pudding on a paper plate, waiting
For a child to choose the thought and nibble.
By hearing, by thinking, that child changes.
Be good; be kind; find peace; give love; rewind
The awkward moments that led your soft ear
To this gentle page’s useless, baseless lines.
Answers to deep mysteries wait elsewhere.
The stifled voice that calls incessantly
Seeks change but lacks potency to create
Better; it whispers warmly, fervently.
The hearers do not listen; they berate.
In an hour will these lines matter?
Can one human voice begin to alter
The threads of humanity’s set pattern?
