Are You Reading Me?
There are those who know
But seldom say so
And the rest with no clue
That swear they always knew
But if we’re being fair
The majority don’t care
They simply nod along
In concert with the throng
Endeavor to become
One who seeks the sum
Or mindlessly obey
Those who seldom say.
I need to reach entanglement
And lay in twisted covers, spent,
The urge to taste your lips some more
Exploding from each atom's core
As every contour of your form
Ignites another fervent storm
Of longing I cannot explain
The physics tend to hurt my brain.
My dog must think I'm daft
as I scramble for the nearest shaft
of sunlight so I can try to bask,
a just about impossible task,
when hit by another icy draft
right down my... well, don't ask.
Today is the day he arrived
A soul who never quite thrived
But stubbornly survived
Despite not knowing his part
He wondered in his heart
On what day he would depart.
I gaze into the eastern sky
A bit more lost, a bit less spry
In search of some celestial guide
The sky is very dark today
There is no one to light my way
But this I always take in stride
I hope you’ve learned from watching me
That you don’t always have to see
Just listen to that voice inside
In two years you will really start
And I can only pray your chart
Will bring you back here on the tide.
***Happy 16th birthday Westin 😍***
Despite the din
We hear within
The voice of those we long to win
It seems absurd
But without a word
All they want to say is heard.
Should you tell someone you’ve never met
That they’re the one you can’t forget
And how each word they write resounds
Within your soul, and your heart pounds
With passion when you contemplate
The chance that they'll reciprocate—
Does that make much sense to you?
Well such is love, but you already knew.
Thyme has the fragrance
Of things left undone
It’s floral yet green
Like all who’ve begun
Those who are sage
Know its essence is brief
And savor the seconds
With gusto not grief.
Nostalgia makes me weep
As all the vows I failed to keep
Impale me, and the wound is deep
Sweet irony makes me laugh
Knowing that my greatest gaffe
Will wind up as my epitaph.
On this day I wish for you
Love and joy the whole time through
The greatest gift that one can share
Is showing others that you care
If she’s hot
And you’re not
You’ll find out life is cruel
And what’s more
If you’re poor
She’ll treat you like a fool
Your only chance
Is do a dance
And hope she thinks you’re cool.
You can always tell when the façade falls down
The moment that smile turns to a frown
And it’s almost always at the same time
As when they discover you don’t have a dime.
My father followed the system
Until the day he died
The system never knew him
And certainly never cried
Losing a number means nothing
When numbers are all you’re about
Arithmetic needs no conviction
For numbers are always devout.
Shines with light around herself
A demon with horns and coarse hair
Exchanging gifts, a contradictory pair
Beside a tree that's all aglow
With christmas lights and glinting snow.
I guess it’s time for me to write
They brushed me off another night
You’d think the easel would be free
With all the exposure they get from me.
