CROOKED TRAIL
i’ve determination
and fortitude
motivation
and gumption
i will carry on.
despite obstacles i face
i’ve courage and resilience
i’ve persistence
and bravery
confidence
and stoutheartedness
i will carry on.
embrace a dubious future
i’ve purpose and meaning
i’ve perseverance
and bravery
endurance
and tenacity
i will carry on.
i will follow this crooked trail
i’ve surefootedness and backbone
i’ve conviction
NO POETRY
I’ve no poetry, just malaise.
Life intrudes and I’m unable
to believe in diatribes and excess
and flourishes and pronouncements.
I just can’t.
I’ve no poetry, just strife.
Real obstacles that make me
cynical in what I see, lacking
hope for what could be.
I just won’t
say anything or express myself
anymore. It’s redundant
and phony, just hollow
and shallow, a ruse and just taxing.
I refuse.
Can’t allow those feelings and beliefs to just flow. Won’t allow vulnerability to manifest and show. Refuse to call anything truth even so, and just sit here ruminating, self-indulgent and low.
I’ve no poetry, just contempt.
For the words in my mind
and the integrity of my soul.
All lies. Why bother?
BLOSSOM
You give my life meaning
In your beautiful way
Your presence just lingers
And nothing I say
Can express what I’m thinking
Or feeling today
You’re a rarity for certain
Please don’t go away.
The best yes I’m hoping
For your happiness I pray
Your heart filled with passion
So enchanting the way
That you blossom and open
To those in your life
Like a flower in springtime
One forgets all the strife
Of the world and it’s people
No fear can be had
When you’re here it’s so easy
To forget why one’s sad.
MALADY MONOTONY
boredom and malaise
they go hand in hand it seems
all my nights and all my days
where are those old extremes?
malady monotony
it’s this way all the time
tedium and apathy
is anything but fine
tired and cantankerous
well that’s just how it goes
all my nights and all my days
how long who really knows?
MAKING CONVERSATION
We can talk about the weather
I’m not in a hurry
We can thoroughly cover all the nuances of the forecast
We can discuss politics and religion and philosophy and God
I’ve got strong opinions it’s true
But you could never offend or confound me
We can babble about your family and friends and acquaintances
I don’t know much about them, but go ahead
Feel free to just gossip and dish
We can have a heart-to-heart about your hopes and dreams and aspirations
I’m listening unequivocally
I would love to hear about them
We can yak about whatever you’d like
I don’t mind one bit
As long as we’re together.
ROCKS OFF
you speak like an authority
and go off on your streak
but lacking notoriety
can’t back up your critique.
a pillar of society
so shameless with your lies
your goal is just conformity
a simple ruthless guise.
aggravate accelerate
your posture is a crime
abominate adulterate
your rocks off every time
contaminate emasculate
it’s how you get your kicks
pontificate manipulate
deceptive dirty tricks
infiltrate indoctrinate
to make yourself feel great
orchestrate pontificate
and spewing all your hate
ruminate regurgitate
and shooting for your prize
masturbate inseminate
right between the eyes!
WINTERS DAY
such a beautiful winters day
dazzling sun shining brightly
icy wind blowing briskly
January permeating the bones
i often think about another day
back oh so many years
when the cold didn’t matter
we never thought it was wrong or bad
or would prefer instead a summers day
we accepted, what we had
our souls just embraced it
our hearts knew the splendor
of a beautiful winters day
it brings me back
to a time when we simply
played the hand we were dealt
BEATNIK
Oh you’re such an unconventional, free-spirit aren’t you? Just so bohemian and gonzo. You’re a dropout, flower child, yeh a hippie. Such an iconoclast, maverick.
Who do you think you are? A bongo-playing, noncomformist, peacenik, protesting and radical
Hipster?
What are you? A different breed, dissenter, dissident, eccentric? You’re a fish out of water, a freak! Are you an individualist, lone wolf, loser, odd man out, offbeat, outsider, weirdo, socialist, liberal, atheist, night person, off the beaten path, unorthodox, uncustomary, irregular
Beatnik!?
RIVER BENDS
Come see me where the river bends
Miles before giving way to the sea
From high in the mountains
Crystal clear and inviting
Making way
On its own
I’m not far away, so why don’t you come?
To where the water flows
Passing us by
With fortitude and resilience
Resolve and tenacity
A path only it knows
Without reservation.
The river never questions why
Running and turning and
Weaving ahead
It accepts how things are
And can’t help soothe my soul
But of course doesn’t know it
Or does it?
Just come see me
Where the river bends
Where the water flows
I’m not far away
You’ll be glad that you did.
JUST A DREAM
I just had a disturbing phone call with a girl that I know
Well I don’t really know her anymore
She’s not a part of my life anymore
I spoke nicely and sweetly and with joy to her
I was happy to just hear her voice
She always had the most melodic voice
Like syrupy elixir to my senses
She paused after I completed each sentence
Replied with a formality?
With a distance and coolness?
How did it come to this?
Why did I lose her and now I’m alone?
I’ve such pain in my heart and I wish things were different
Why do we lose people in life?
Or is it just me?
So we had a conversation and at the end
When I pressed her for more
I woke up.
GOODBYE
ma’as-salama
We’ve had a brief rendezvous, a memorable time. I’ve grown from knowing you, you’ve imprinted yourself on my make-up.
donadagohvi
My path ahead is long. And intimidating. I shall walk this road with muster, and thoughts of you will sustain me.
namaste
The sun shines, reflected in your cobalt blue eyes, the most beautiful eyes I’ve gazed into. They’re just an endless sea and a gateway to your soul. How could I ever forget you?
hej då
No we shan’t meet again. I’m certain. Well, perhaps in our dreams, we’ll meet again on our journey. Perhaps we’ll meet there.
goodbye
