:On Doom

Am I doomed to walk this circling path forever?

                Stretching my arms’ length to grasp it.

I cannot contain it.  Let it bleed out of me. 

Make rationale my constant

And this thing you call change; make it deplete.

I am famished with grief; heartstricken and all

The other lonely words.

    I feel that pressurized air kicking back static.

                My lungs condensing sentences

Making splinters all down the side of this sheet.

    Should I rip away from it?

    And instead pursue romantic’s folly

     Lasting 158 million seconds

    Crashing...

: On Growing

  I suppose now it's just as good a time as any to update the world on my new comings...and goings.  It hurts to know that it keeps going --never stopping.  Incessantly begging me to stare it directly in the face.  Well this is the year.  This is the time I was told I was guaranteed a new start.  I wonder; too, if I was preparing myself all along.  Waiting ever so patiently for the next step.

  I'm going to take it.  This night if of all nights.  Guessing this is where I say I am going to divulge something real and tell you all the lies I've been keeping.  Well I'm not.  I will change in slow sultry amounts --making you keep the little tiny pieces of my old self remaining in your mouth.  You will be able to miss all the things you hated.  And when you see this new me.  You will regret the beginning thoughts that I needed to be anything different.

Poetry [Plug: Love-Written]

Why do you keep deceiving me?

                You asked me to write to you

                Yet you keep misleading me.

   I’m just going to get down to the simplistics

                Of every little line.

                                How dare divulge your secrets

                                You’re mute

                                You’re a poem

                                You are mine.

                Guess that’s what they call getting it out

                                                There.

                Putting your best foot before the other.

                                Tired of the way that they stare.

                                Whispering lies to their mothers.

You were supposed to tell her…let her know that this is real.

                You weren’t supposed to mock me.

                                                                Make my heart turn to steel.

                                Now I’m a true bluesmen

                                                A liar if that’s even fair.

                                                Why she cringes at my hand

                                                                As it reaches for a strand

                                                of her hair?

                It’s as if you have set this up.  Plotted all along.

                                                                Waiting for me to trip down.

                                                                                Skip the record to this song.

                                Now you’ve trapped me  --just like you wanted.

                                                Where truth is lies and emotions; blunted.

                                Where my haven of truth would have those Hers smitten

                                                Words turned to hate from

once                             love-written.