February 10, 2010 at 1:36 AM (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , )

Suicidal and snowbound is no place to be
The wind howls ’round the eaves
And softly screams, traveling through
Rafters and beams -rambling among
Each and every crack of my little shack

Down comes the moon – when full she was supposed to be –
Once before she fell full on
Winter’s splendor and summer’s shame and now there is
Nothing- nothing remains…

Torment my ears but you cannot trouble my eyes – they
Hear your sad longing. They are bright
Enough to know that the whimper is just a spiteful guise.

Below that lopsided grin and dew stained eye
Are nothing but lies
Rich in torment and with a very
Rare hint of a ruse they offer a choice
Ever so thoughtfully but you are the
Lost soul who must choose

Will you say an extra prayer for me to whomever you chose?
How is it that whenever I speak to God – I know that somehow
Always, always my little piece of the sky is empty.
The knocking does me no good –

Doorbell unanswered, No number to take, No
One to leave my calling card with

Yet, tomorrow I’ll knock again, traipsing
Over the keep off the grass sign with an entire,
Utter lack of regard for

Someone else’s manicured lawn.
Each step an abomination on a perfect plot of land –
Each step a soft, lush, green reminder that spring will come again.

Keep Off The Grass

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Staring Down – Behind Those Pearly Gates

January 17, 2010 at 4:04 AM (Anger, Cat, Children, Past, Wisdom) (, , , , , , )

Cat staring down from behind those pearly gates
Don’t bother trying to put your faith
In a world of rent by the hour
Where houses only have disposable plates
Don’t misplace your faith in love
Love for people, plants, pets
Homes, husbands, or children-
Not for any of the above
Times were different then
You ruled with a steady hand
And an iron strong, silk soft heart
Way, way back when…
Children were children and they came first
Dinner time, bath time, bed time
Any and all – no matter how big – or small
Or how near it felt your heart or head might just burst
From the fears of a world that seems so simple now
Safe, complete, perfect
No runaways, no latch key kids –
Everyone took care of their each, the others, and all knew how
Don’t you worry – all your lessons haven’t been forgotten –
Some flowers are allowed only blossoms
While those let to fruit somehow just forget
And fall to the ground – outsides shiny, insides rotten
As these petals quiver and begin to turn under
Don’t forget to have a little faith in your flower
There never misplaced – forever strong
Like your song, that still chases away the thunder
Dole out your faith, but save your hope
There’s nothing left now for the fruit
But the blossoms will continue
To climb your winding path, lessons left behind on that steady slope.

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