Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Designs

The thing about topography
is who decides where what will be
or is it just a tapestry
of chaos to the nth degree?

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Knocked

The structure’s disrepair
deters potential dwelling,
you knock but no one’s there.

With premises so spare
the site’s just not compelling,
the structure’s disrepair

shows a lack of any care
or future chance for selling.
You knock but no one’s there,

suspended on the stair
your knuckles slowly swelling.
The structure’s disrepair

is a danger to beware
and sadly, quite repelling.
You knock but no one’s there

no one smart would ever dare
ignore the signs so telling
of structural disrepair.
You knock but no one’s there.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Runon

I’d meant to browse my favorite book
but weariness prevailed
so nestled in my nighttime nook
I drifted off then sailed

beyond the crassly crying crush
to mazes deep within
where fear is heightened by the hush
before my foes begin

pursuing me relentlessly
through sinister abodes
as I scramble senselessly
while confidence corrodes

and urgently my sneakers churn
through slowly shrinking halls
exhausted muscles start to burn
momentum brusquely stalls,

reluctantly I turn to fold
then waken, most distraught,
will I ever be paroled
from cares that keep me caught?

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Separating

Jupiter and Venus are becoming quite estranged
apparently an aspect of their situation changed
but every body carries on, without a word to say
despite the glaring distance that increases by the day.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Left

Sifting through the aftermath
swallowing indignant wrath
surprised by a box of childhood crafts;
four siblings clearing out the berth
of she who brought them to the earth
together spurned those cold December drafts.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Frost on My Guitar



The frost on my guitar is beckoning
with such an enigmatic, wistful grin
it prompts me to release the strain within
before that final frigid reckoning
prevents all chances for a healthy crop
whose bounty is a blessing to enjoy.
Why else extend the effort we employ
if not to taste the sweetest nectar, drop
by precious drop, and savor the bouquet?
Of course, there would be certain strings attached,
some pesky thorns have left me sorely scratched
but then again, they must be there to play.
I’ve gained another furrow, now my field
seems ready to produce a yearned for yield.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Wishes

May all who read this humble hymn
Have peace today within, without
Avoiding any type of grim
Calamity or doubt.

Sometimes the hardest thing to do
Is show someone we truly care
But heartily I hope for you
That love and joy are yours to share.


Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Shortchanged

Corporation dedication?
More like flagrant flagellation—
estimated restoration
never covers degradation!

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Sentences

She wanted me to realize
some type of great achievement,
to prominently exercise
my voice and be vehement
but all I did was compromise
and now in my bereavement
I see that all she sought from me
was love, unconditionally—

but distances are seldom gauged
until it seems we’re too far;
despite what battles have been waged
we must drop the wounds that scar
for every one of us is caged
by doubting who we are
within a pen it’s hard to flee
although we share a common key.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Fortune

Chewy chop suey?
That just sounds screwy!
Plantain lo mein?
You’re talking insane!
Light blue moo shu—
is there something wrong with you?
Fast or slow? Don’t know,
but I’m sure it’s to go.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Once A Swabby...

I don’t play nice
with those whose price
is well beyond my cache of spice
nor will I vow
to ever bow
to those that prowl a petty prow
but shan’t complain
it’s all in vain
for only those ordained pertain.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Sound

If truth was gold, if every honest word was worth a cent
and if unselfish thoughts could be cashed in at the bank
would there be anyone with money to be spent
or only paupers wishing they were frank
if truth was gold and every honest word was worth a cent?

If love was sure, and if we never questioned its extent
and if we never dared to dangle on that pliant plank
would we ever see that distant continent
before we hit the briny sea and sank—
if love was sure perhaps we’d fathom its extent.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Turn

Our current posture leaves us prone
to longer colder nights alone
and sullen skies of swirling slate
that amplify the constant moan

of wistful winds that won’t abate
while frozen mounds accumulate
until a metamorphic stone
revolves enough to alternate.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Ambition

The moon was my companion
as I traveled to the show
lending me the comfort
of its silky silver glow,

everything was glistening
like crystal as I passed
the limbs adorned with trinkets
that the bitter storm amassed,

assurances of argent
helped reveal new fields to reap
which sparkled with such splendor
I don’t ever want to sleep.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Ambiguity

The onyx night is guarded by
a spectral sphere that haunts the sky
till wispy veils of vapor swarm
to once more hide it’s ghostly form,
obsidian horizons fall
beneath a silent inky pall
whose unrelenting appetite
obscures all settlement from sight.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Arrangements

A major progression
with a few minor stresses
can sweeten the session
without many messes.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Rain Man

Now don’t go ballistic
but caliber can’t be earned,
you’re either masochistic
or simply haven’t learned;

despite the endless accolades
you feel compelled to rant
I won’t precipitate parades
for those who’ve proved they can’t.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Resignation

Inequity
is easily
the travesty
that bothers me
most vexingly
but I’m not free
to evenly
dispense the key
so let it be
with modesty
till finally
I go with glee.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Plague

You’re swayed by some higher degrees
unaware they compound the disease
infected by Red
who’s laughed, as we bled,
those mindless malignant tee-hees.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Spring Sacrament

The stillness of the round expanse
induces instant calm,
enraptured by the Martyr’s glance,
a sacred healing balm;

beneath the buds of verdant youth
that once more favor earth,
I see the vibrant living truth
bequeathed by His rebirth.

Friday, December 05, 2008

Treat

They grind you down just like a tool
because you never went to school,
impale you with a haughty sneer
for ostracizing their veneer
and then they try to act so cool
by buying dinner once a year
while scratching you behind the ear.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Helping?

Everybody’s china bends
but delegation all depends
on who you’re not afraid to ask
for some can’t even mono-task.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Devotion

A soldier took a sojourn
from the clinging crimson mud
and met a girl whose auburn
hair consumed him in a flood

of fiercely raging torrents
he was helpless to resist,
despite the coming warrants
martial minds would soon enlist.

They took their time together
breaking down forbidden walls
forgetting every fetter
like the bugle’s distant calls;

to fall in fields that flourished
bearing blooms of every name
upon the mattress furnished
shrugging off unwanted shame,

embracing with such passion
not a hair could fit between
these lovers whose attraction
made all conflict seem obscene.

But others harbored ardor
much less innocent indeed,
for patriotic honor
they were boisterous to bleed

determined to deliver
all deserters of the cause
through testaments of terror
those in power labeled laws.

A unit was instructed
“Bring him back alive or dead”
they searched until they spotted
him with her whose hair was red,

they sought to merely capture
him, but chaos soon ensued
as automatic chatter
spoke of pain to those pursued

and when they spied the twosome
lying silent, hand in hand
they knew they found a reason
more profound than any land.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Kindle

Approaching bleak December
each day a bit less brash
my spark is but an ember
my tinder turned to ash
that burning I remember
seemed to fizzle in a flash—
I’ve got to clear the smoke
and start to staunchly stoke!

Monday, December 01, 2008

Level

It seems the well-to-do
are often less than true
is rapacity
a guarantee
hypocrisy will ensue?

The rich are reared to reign
through eminent domain
but all their airs
are worthless tares
for none surpass the plain.