Hook. A poem.
Trapped and chained By fear and insecurity An endless litany of self hate And grand delusion Enthroned on a bed of nails All laughter and tears Mingling in a mad chorus The hook On which their world Hangs Continue reading Hook. A poem.
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Blind. A poem.
I wear my guilt like a shroud That I can’t shake off Unworthy footsteps Through our door Down our hall How can I look you in the eye I will because I have to Because love Is blind Continue reading Blind. A poem.
Sleepless. A poem
I fell into the night Sleepless and forlorn Lost in consequences A tragedy of mourning Continue reading Sleepless. A poem
For Sale. A poem.
For sale Older model Chassis in fine shape, no rust Engine in good condition Fiery but reliable May need a lick of paint And new tires Great long term investment Won’t let you down Can be driven hard Or from A to B Whatever your fancy Some wisdom and insight required Best or nearest offer Going cheap Reduced to clear Continue reading For Sale. A poem.
Paradox. A poem.
I am a paradox I am living irony Always the opposite of what I want The opposite of what I need An enigma lost Inside myself Continue reading Paradox. A poem.
Grave. A poem.
I am promised eternal life But am I worthy? I have His grace And for this I am thankful But I still carry guilt For sins forgiven Something I Can’t forget or forgive And so I thank Him for His grace But I will carry this pain To my grave Continue reading Grave. A poem.
The Distance to You. A poem.
The distance to you Miles between An infinitude Yet there you stand So close to me The work of art And the fool Continue reading The Distance to You. A poem.
Training Without Calves (or, Cows With Guns)
See what I did there? Okay, well it sounded funny at the time*. I have been lying in bed recovering from my torn calf for the last week and a half (grrrrr…). Being the fitness-addicted idiot that I am, I decided that it was time to get back to exercising before I went stir crazy. Here is the routine I worked out to ease myself back into the big stuff: 3 sets of sit ups (40 reps per set) – core/abs 3 sets of push ups (15 reps per set) – chest/arms 3 sets of bicep curls (10 reps per … Continue reading Training Without Calves (or, Cows With Guns)
The Wall Between. A poem.
I built a wall Between the two A wall to separate The me and the you Bricks and mortar High as the clouds And when I was finished It stood tall and proud But even with a wall I could feel you there So I watched the wall With a longing stare Because I realised then It was my mistake To try to interfere With the path of fate But the wall was built And you drifted away And before I knew it It was far too late So next time you try To protect your heart Tear down the … Continue reading The Wall Between. A poem.
Zero. A poem.
So much to hope for The world turned I was still alone Expectations counting down to 0 Continue reading Zero. A poem.
Elemental. A poem.
If you were all the elements Of the earth, air, water, fire You would still be more than all combined You would shake the earth and change the tides Be the greatest storm and the hottest pyre And I would still worship you from afar The deepest truth and the deepest lie Continue reading Elemental. A poem.
Lightning. A poem.
The words flow Like raindrops before the storm Then the downpour No stopping them And why stop? When the muse hits Like a lightning strike All I can do Is write Continue reading Lightning. A poem.
Awards! Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em
I have been nominated for the Real Neat Blog award by Alma at Bookish Endeavours. Thank you, Alma; I most graciously accept your nomination in the most pretentious and snooty way possible (I bow, like that guy on Sleepy Hollow. It was cancelled. Oh, I’m sorry everyone, too soon?). Being as unaccustomed to fame (and the lack of it) as I am, I have decided to post this award with my many (read: few) others, answer your delightful questions (in a pretentious and snooty way) and nominate several other worthy blogs. The rules are simple: two go in, only one … Continue reading Awards! Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em
Sorry. A poem.
Sorry is all I can say, but it’s not enough Ordinary words seem out of place, and no Remedy to everything you think and feel Remember I wasn’t always what you imagine me now to be Yell at me, from this guilt I won’t be freed Continue reading Sorry. A poem.
The Example. A poem.
I watched TV Saw an interesting story A man with no arms and legs Overcoming every challenge Every adversity And I thought to myself In a moment of epiphany If he can do the things he does Without a fuss, without complaint Then surely I can rise above My own misbegotten woes I’m no saint I’m no fool But I’ve screwed up my life Worse than most do But time has come To follow the example Set by a man with no hands or feet Who walks tall without them And who lives life As it’s meant to be lived Continue reading The Example. A poem.
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