12

Deep breath,
A sigh.
I don't want to do it.
Adjust myself,
A forceful remark,
What are you waiting for?
I'm not doing it.
A smile returned,
You're beautiful,
Definetly 40%.
Another no.
Hands shaking,
Tears welling up,
And it happened.
It's over with.
Don't ask me why.
Eyes shut,
Watered down.
Take a glimpse.
There sat his silhouette,
One I will never forget.
Another remark,
What are you waiting for?
It never ends,
Always in my mind,
His forcefulness,
My regret.
He doesn't remember
And I always will.

An Abrupt End to an Even More Abrupt Friendship

Forever takes me by a minute.
While I'm here with you.
I'm falling even more in love,
With everything you do.
Hold me in your arms,
Lookin'deep into my eyes,
Don't turn away and let me go,
Don't ever tell lies.
I swear I'll never loose you,
In my arms I'll always hold.
I'll never let you slip away,
And leave nothing left untold.
There aren't enough hours,
In each passing day,
To find all the words,
I wish I could say.
Your kiss will last forever,
Your touch forever warm.
You'll guide me to the sunlight,
And shield me from the storm.
This is what I'm saying,
With everything that's true,
I swear on my life,
That I really do love you.

You go to
Church
and start to
search
for a sense of
Self
You need some
Help
But time you've
Lost
You feel you're going
Down
-What did you do for Mother Mary in the graveyard before dawn when it's kind of scary
And you walk alone in the distant cold and she guides your way out of the fog
Just say a prayer and she'll be there to help you through what ever ales
But if you have to leave and can trust in me to set you free from your misery

On its hinges it may swing,
opening its fateful wing.
And on its side memories lurk,
Of times when I was a little twerp.
In pencil lines are drawn in wood
Go back in time? I never could.
But recalling when I was that small,
and praying and wishing I would be tall.
On my tiptoes I would stand,
trying to raise my mothers hand.
Trying to look that one inch taller,
I had silly wishes when I was smaller.
While reading all those wonderful lines,
from 92' through 99'
I think of how excited I'd be
to see I'd grown, I was taller, yipee!
To think of how much life has changed,
through the seventeen years that I have aged.
But to look back upon my height chart,
my mind is surely going to dart,
back to a time when I was to small.
And my only wish was to be tall.

My feet stood in a shroud of dust,
And my eyes were pensive
In the melancholy sun of an August afternoon.
Nestled in among the pebbles
On the side of the road
A brilliant sapphire,
Dropped from the finger
Of some foreign noble lady,
Lay gleaming amidst the earth and stone.
I flipped it over with a stick
And wondered, as it scurried away,
Whether it would ever know
That I saved its life

Change
Better
Worse
Better
Further
Special
New
Great
Sad
Behind
Future
Memories
Truth
Ahead
Paths
Different
Experiences
Growth
Learning
Rising
Falling
Together
Apart
Regrets
Happiness
Excitement
Laughter
Tears
Fright

the quiet twinkling glows—
Brightly in her eyes,
somehow he truly knows,
Fallen down are bleary guises.

the bright star shines,
Shooting words laced with love—
across open paper lined
With his vows untold above.

“Love me” she whispers soft,
“Hold me” he grumbles low
his mask is doffed
her heart is show.

the star shoots across the sky
His lips fold upon her mouth—
Halting “I Do” with a sigh
and thus the star retreats south.
And their embrace is broken.

On its hinges it may swing,
opening its fateful wing.
And on its side memories lurk,
Of times when I was a little twerp.
In pencils lines are drawn in wood,
Go back in time? I never could.
But recalling when i was that small,
And praying and wishing I would be tall.
On my tiptoes I would stand,
Trying to raise my mothers hand.
Trying to look that one inch taller,
I had silly wishes when i was smaller.
While reading all those wonderful lines,
from 92' through 99'
I think of how I was taller, yipee!
To think of how much things have changed
Through the seventeen years i have aged.
But to look back upon my height chart,
my mind is surely going to dart,
back to a time when i was so small
And my only wish was to be tall.

On its hinges it may swing,
opening its fateful wing.
And on its side memories lurk,
Of times when I was a little twerp.
In pencils lines are drawn in wood,
Go back in time? I never could.
But recalling when i was that small,
And praying and wishing I would be tall.
On my tiptoes I would stand,
Trying to raise my mothers hand.
Trying to look that one inch taller,
I had silly wishes when i was smaller.
While reading all those wonderful lines,
from 92' through 99'
I think of how I was taller, yipee!
To think of how much things have changed
Through the seventeen years i have aged.
But to look back upon my height chart,
my mind is surely going to dart,
back to a time when i was so small
And my only wish was to be tall.

Carousel harried nonsense
the wheels keep turning
Over-under eyes and smiles
the wheels keep turning
Laughing grasping tasting motion
the wheels keep turning
Twinkle lights honeyed apples
Spinning holding round and round
Topsy-turvy bottoms-up quicker faster hungry more
I love you
and the world stands still

FLOOP, FLACK, FLOOMP

Children engage in such perilous play
Pattering across polished planks
They tiptoe timorously tender with eggs in their hands
Clutching wooden rods and misused puppets
Children play in such pondering performances
Coloring white walls
From such a dreary existence.

SPLOOSH, SQUISH, SQUEAK

The eggs lie ruined and their little robes splattered
But their voices rise in happy excitement
Simply the thundering of munching cows
Chewing their cud

CHOMP, CLUSH, CLOMP

Yet nimble as wolves walking on twigs
Silent padding feet no ear can hear—
Until the shimmering of white teeth
Bestows the danger upon their prey.
Little hands balled into fists
Little feet curled at the toes
Dead on aim with egg in hand
Splashing the forehead of Mom
And drenching the mustache of Dad
The play of children proves dangerous-to the lives of parents.

The Existential Revelations

you watch the flesh eater,
inhaling babies in her lurid dance.
i ask why god can leak blood
from every orfice,
and for the same betraying act
i'm condemned.
you sit me down,
the educating child,
and depict to me the ways of the world.
i say there is no light to be found in vision;
no basis for sense.
that birth is half a miscarraige,
with dillated pupils and steel calloused skin.
you curriously refuse.
and i sit amazed,
watching you squirm in confusion and aknowledgement.
my transparent eyeball,
my stable bridge of neverending questions
and uncertain answers.
my standstill flashback
and keeper of unspoken thought;
those mind bound words.
i admire you so.
dazed, i am taught
that the ritualistic physicality of life
bounds us here,
for good purpose,
so i can retort and hear
as you dismantle the blind.

"It's raining again!" was the first thought that came to mind when I looked out into the oncoming storm. I could already tell that this was going to be a long storm which always ended badly. I really hate being afraid of thunderstorms. They always scared me to the point that I wouldn't leave my house. I have always been afraid, but it's been worse since my best friend, Emily died in one. Hard to believe it has already been three years.

The sound was so loud it shook the concrete floor,
I quickly identified it – a 426 Hemi with dual-fours.
It then appeared in the flesh, all shining and mean,
A 1970 Hemicuda in Sassy Grass Green.