ever leading me through passions untold
My expression
Myself
I pursue you,
chasing you through the fortress of my mind
Yet you elude me
Until the one precious moment
when you grant me my utmost desire,
a release,
an awakening,
a cherished glimpse of complete understanding
You,
beautiful and pure,
my inspiration.
~~~~~~
And I Sat
One day,
Walking down the road of life,
I met a fellow traveler
who seemed to know much more than I did.
So I listened as she explained to me
the crossroad we would soon stumble upon.
The fork in the road of which one path I must choose.
To the right,
the path to God, to love
The way of righteousness and the blessing of salvation.
To the left,
the path to the World, to false hope
The way of evil and the curse of damnation.
One day,
Sure enough, we came upon this crossroad.
She quickly chose the path on the right
and started walking.
I paused for a while since I noticed this tree,
a young sapling of indescribable beauty.
And she was walking.
I hurriedly followed her down the path of supposed love.
But I could never keep up she walked too fast
and I would always fall behind as I watched the others
on this road.
And she kept walking.
One day,
I realized that she had gone so far,
down the path to the right,
that I could no longer see her.
And I was happy.
For soon she will be at her final destination,
the one she had chosen at the crossroad of her existence.
Her final choice.
One day,
Still walking down this seemingly endless road
I met another traveler,
who seemed to know much more than I did.
So I listened as she explained to me
the crossroad we would soon stumble upon.
The fork in the road of which one path I must choose.
To the right,
the path to God, to false hope
The way of unfounded beliefs and the anger of confinement.
To the left,
the path to the World, to love
The way of definite realities and the joy of freedom.
One day,
sure enough, we came upon this crossroad.
She quickly chose the path on the left
and started walking.
I paused a while since I noticed that the young sapling had grown
and was now even more exquisite than the time before.
And she was walking.
I hurriedly followed her down the path of supposed love.
But I could never keep up, she walked too fast
and I would always fall behind as I watched the others
on this road.
And she was walking.
One day,
I realized that she had gone so far,
down the path to the left,
that I could no longer see her.
And I was happy.
For soon she will be at her final destination,
the one she had chosen at the crossroad of her existence.
Her final choice.
One day,
Knowing I was now alone
I started walking,
and I was walking,
I kept walking.
Until sure enough, I came upon this crossroad.
And I paused since I noticed that my tree, now fully grown,
was an overwhelming monument to my journey.
It was what I had been walking to.
And I sat,
under my tree of knowledge,
in the shade of experience.
And I am happy.
For I am at my final destination,
the one I choose at this, the crossroad of my existence.
My final choice.
~~~~~~
You left me alone,
with THESE people.
Just like I was left alone
with THOSE people.
But I have no reason to fear THESE people,
like I had no reason to fear THOSE people.
But THOSE people,
THOSE people
were bad.
It's a secret though.
But THESE people,
THESE people are good people
not like THOSE people
who were bad.
But I'm still scared
because you left me alone.
~~~~~~
I watched you cut her out,
your little paper idol.
The one from your magazine
that you stared at for hours
with tears in your eyes.
And I heard you say
as you taped her image
to the glass separating our worlds,
that everybody loves her,
that she's perfect
and someday you will be too.
You look at her
and admire her perfect hair,
her beautiful clothes.
You marvel at how thin her waist is
and how full her breasts are
and you compare.
I see you constantly measuring,
judging yourself against your inanimate god.
The one you say would get all the guys
and would never be lonely.
Never be lonely like you are.
If only you could see
from this side of the mirror,
you would realize that you Venus
is only half-words and fractured sentences
and not the goddess you so admire.
If only you could see
from this side of the mirror...
No,
Stop...
Please....
CRASH.
A thousand eyes laid out before you
and through blood and tears you still can't see
(I wonder if you'll ever see)
how beautiful you really are
or just how much you mean to me...
I love you.
~~~~~~
Excuse me, Sir,
you're standing in my light.
~~~~~~
a piece of paper,
folded twice
a dedication
to entice
your eyes to read
such swollen words
of peace and hope
and love so pure
but I have failed you,
meaning lost,
you read my secret
at what cost?
the words are something
you ignore,
a piece of paper,
on the floor.
~~~~~~
To my friend:
If I had a rock,
I would give it to you.
~~~~~~
Our Fairy Tale Romance
You are the knight,
who comes on the back of your magnificent horse,
cloaked in your shining armor
demonstrating your grace and power
all to win my maiden hand.
And you wonder why I never look.
You are the Prince,
the most handsome prince in your extravagant clothing
who comes with such intent to wake my idle heart
with your sweetest kiss
placed upon my cheek.
And you wonder why I turn my head.
Just in case you haven't noticed,
these fairy tale romances
always seem to end after the first kiss.
I think I'd like to have you a little longer.
~~~~~~
Today is one of those days
where you fill your glass of milk
so full it's level with the rim
and acknowledge that you would definitely overflow it
if you wouldn't have to clean up the mess.
So you just stare at your perfect glass of milk
and drink out of the carton.
~~~~~~
You would never want to hear about how wonderful the grass felt
between my toes as I walked bare foot up the side of my lane way
and I know you would have told me that I shouldn't have eaten the wild
strawberries,
the ones I almost stepped on, even though they were so sweet and ripe
and you'd never understand why I stopped to watch a tiny ant
weaving its way through the broad pink petals of a drooping peony
blossom
or why I chased the most beautiful butterfly through a field of wild
flowers
if I had no intent to capture it
and I know it would baffle you how I spent so long blowing bubbles
only to watch the wind carry the swirling colours away in a sweeping
frenzy
and you would be amazed by the time you think I'd wasted staring at the
sky
watching the spectrum fade into a thousand little shimmering balls...
so I just won't mention it.
~~~~~~
You sing at the top of your lungs
To the music that hurts your ears
as you try to drown out the yelling
the ranting of the people downstairs
the people who your loving soul hates
the people who hurt out of love, so they say
so you sing and read and write
to drown out it all out
but you can't. Because all you can think about
is that you lied
You, who said you loved me but you don't
because there is no love, only pain.
You hurt me, too.
so you twist off the lid and press the bottle to your lips
to drown it all out
but you can't. Because all you can dream about
is that you loved.
~~~~~~
The Man & His Should People
There is this Man
and no, I'm not a sexist
because behind every man
stands a woman (even if it is his mother)
Anyway, this Man
decided that everyone should be the same
his same
I think he was a priest
from long ago
who welcomed the masses with open arms
and tales of unconditional love
then shut the temple doors
and told of the conditions,
many of them his.
He tells his followers
what he wants them to hear
and they never question his wisdom
because he's reading from "the book"
and they don't know how.
(doesn't he ever turn the page?)
But their loving Man won't teach them
because they are all ignorant
even though he's keeping them that way
and fails to realize that he would be, too,
if someone hadn't taught him to read.
(most likely his mother)
And through years of his supposedly holy ways
he has born a nation of Should people
who tell all others what they should be,
should do, should think.
(Oh, you want to see my son)
But now, long after the time of the Man
the majority of us can read
but are still ignorant
as we listen to the preaching
of the new Men and Women,
who have men standing behind them
(most likely their uncles who are their ex-stepfathers
but are still sleeping with their adoptive mothers)
And the next generation of Should people are born.
But there is hope.
For some of us have found different books
which allowed us to defect from the nation of Should
and fall into a brother/sisterhood of acceptance.
State motto: Why should I?
for any comments.... uhmm... well the poet is uh.. unavailable.. she was a friend I met online, who has since vanished, so if anyone see's 'Dreamer', tell her Durham RED says Hi...