Monday, November 17, 2008

Children

I hate children
despise their innocent ignorance
the simplicity of every look
of not having to know
anything
it's hard to watch
as they discover the
sound of their own voice
insistent on hearing it constantly
as if to be reassured
its one thing that can never
be taken from them

its hard to understand
how a simple look
is entertaining
i must have the face of a clown
or maybe they see something
i missed in the mirror
this morning
or hear a joke I haven't told yet

it's not fair
that they look me in the eyes
and cry
without understanding
why
and I just stand alone
unsure of what to do

I often wonder what it's like
to have no shame in my tears
I'm sure I knew at one time
where did I learn to build such a dam

Monday, November 10, 2008

kidnapped

when you said you would
kidnap me
did you mean it
did you mean to pull me away
away from all these questions
and concerns
pull me up from
under this water
this ice cold tomb
where I suffocate
from the pressure
Did you mean it?
that I would be blind folded
whisked away to some
far away fairy tale
to become some spoiled
princess in your palace
did you mean
that I could finally have some
reason to laugh and play
in a childhood that
I neglected myself
only now watched over
with heavy adult eyes
Did you mean it?

I'm waiting for the sack
over my head.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Not tonight

you sing to me
in poetry
in loaded lyrics
the chords cry out
from under your fingers

I know how they feel.

my palms sweat
as yours cradle notes
and harmonics
and I'm jealous
of the way you hold your guitar
the way you close your eyes to remember
of your honesty

my heart falls to the floor
somewhere around my feet
my heart is in my hands
anywhere, but where it should be
at a moment like this
my insides are cold
all the blood is in my head
my skin burns
unsure of what to do
resist the urge to
crawl into your lap
like that lovely guitar
knowing you already play me so well

But I just leave
I can't fall in love with you tonight.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

have you no certainty?

It's Wendesday again
and she's on the cusp
of changing her mind,
again.
Woman! Have you no certainty?
Her fickle frailties will get her in trouble
again.

Monday, November 3, 2008

for your own good

try hard
not to fall for more than this pretty face
i'm a heartbreak away
and a tease on your senses
and if you aren't careful
you'll find yourself
thinking of me
before falling asleep
and having fantasies shared by others
for it seems not so uncommon
to find youself in awe of such an entity
this is not arrogance
but more so concern
for your well being
as i cannot live up to your expectations
to be consistantly amazing
and the disappointment
mine and yours alike
would be more than
the pleasant delusion could defend against
besides love is overated
especially when it idealizes the ideas
so let it rest at admiration
for all parties envolved

Dance

they danced
a slow sensuous dance
across natural beige
they twirled her around
leaving behind a whisper
of satin and silk
with a smile her eyes closed
letting him lead
smooth and silent
they traced the floor
drawing a picture
so perfectly clear
he had to remind her
to breath.
your head in my hands
rain down
tiny drops
dark snakes
between my fingers
tangled desperately
through out your thoughts
dripping cold against my skin
I have to
constantly remind myself to
breathe
but each breath
is more of a gasp
a beg
a plea
for more
or just a break
so that I remember
the real world
outside your eyes
and i'm burning
from the inside out
or the outside in
tiny sparks jumping across
my skin
in the pattern of your lips
your fingertips
every nerve is white hot magnesium
burning every circuit pathway to my brain
until each feeble thought
is a muddle moan
a meek cry
a protest against you leaving
your marks
on my soul