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"The Demon in my Living Room"
I can see the flat, rectangular crystal face,
Blocky square body of some demonic race,
Perched like a hideous gargoyle on my entertainment stand,
Its cursed gift to me that evil little black relic I hold in my hand.
From the corner of my eye I see him staring at me all day long,
Tempting little beast sits there,
Singing a sirens song,
Trying to drag me off to a mindless nowhere.
And I realize much to my dismay,
My family has already been stolen away,
They lounge and watch him perform his show,
His impish charm is lost on me though,
From his mind control I seem exempt,
As I look at him my mind floods with hateful contempt.
That little demon in my living room is god of our lazy society,
Watch every night at prime time in observance of his twisted religion,
While the rest of the world wastes a lifetime in moronic piety,
I prefer not to worship my television.
Yet it is only to myself that I plead my case,
For they are still watching his crystal face,
I thank my mind for being immune,
As I observe the demon whistle his little tune,
While my family lolls and watches him with a mindless look,
I smirk at their unknown plight and read a book.
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Reflections of Us
Nov.9,1998
1st runner up
Suddenly I turn around and see
A mirror with a reflection of me
As I stare intently into the glass
With its beautiful trim of brass
The image I saw within it
Began to waver and to split
Slowly images came into place
What came from the chaos was a face
The face was gentle with eyes so fine
And to my surprise it was the love of mine
So far away, I hold him dear
With all my heart, I wish him near
I gingerly move my hand close to his cheek
With uncertainty my hand grows weak
Fearing that touch would make it go away
I draw my hand back for it to stay
Small wet tears caress me so
And I can feel I'm full of woe
Like a lost soul left to wander
Not enough time to waste and ponder
Seeing life flash by so fast
I hope with all my heart that it would last
Two lost souls going around and around
With only our love to keep us on the ground
Looking closer into the reflection
My heart overflows with affection
And in his eyes I see my own
The very mirror of my soul that has grown
From the moment "he" and "me"
One day suddenly became a "we"
And seeing into his eyes through mine
It was like drowning in a lavish wine.
He is to me, a star in the night
Uncovering my soul, bringing dreams to light
And understanding finally came through
What we've always thought, was not true
We're not two halves all alone
But two whole persons melted in one
Two individuals that are complete
Are better than two halves yet to meet
Suddenly I turn around and see
That everything is better when there's a "you", "me", and "we"
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Always Redeemable
To make music to a needful heart
A heart needful of love and hope
Quietly welcoming the soft, harmonious notes
Which are never sang
A cliff so high one could never climb
Without the affection yearned by all
There are ridges to grab
Look closely, for they stick out hidingly
Shrill is the cry soaring from his heart like a bird
The time is night, no escape?
His soul needs a feed
Do eerie feelings dance?
To the dark midnight music
In which no other can hear, yet fear
Grab fate and redeem your hope
The seemingly bleak time is now
Realize destiny and the purpose of life
Before it's too late to turn
To change like an inpenetrable heart
Radiating loneliness, yet already gone
Scarring a soul, yet mending a shattered character
Seized in these quiet times of friendly fidelity
The past hurts horridly
Reflect not on the past, but on the present
For this past is but the beginning of a beginning
Greater than an exotic bliss
In which no mortal can redeem
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