Drawn In The Tiles

There's a darkness

there's a sweetness

there's an innocence

of the contents

There's a liveliness

there's a substance

I'm not sure what it is

and there's something amiss..

There's a blankness

in their smiles

there's a mystery

drawn in the tiles

There's a quiet wanting

all the while

for freedom

amongst the aisles

of the colours

January 4th, 2013

Little Squirrel

Little squirrel

Collecting acorns

For her family

It is the world

After mission, she curls

Up into a ball

She both wants it all

And she wants to crawl

Into her burrow

But she mustn't for long

There’s another mission

To chirp her song

She collects at the speed of light

clever at flipping plight

Her colony needs her so

And love she wants to show

But

She’s inside out

and upside down

sometimes,

up on the oak braches high

Not safe and sound

though she’ll get back down

to earth, somehow

but she can’t allow

The love too close

batting lady squirrel eyes

chirping her worldly wishes

secretly a little skittish…

She doesn’t ever mean to boast

though her enemies may think

on the branches, on the brink..

the next tree is the link

Little squirrel breathe

little squirrel receive

The destined flow

you’re safe; just go.

January 23rd, 2013

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Meltdown

Wandering along

in a world of reel to reel

trapped inside an analytical brain

with feelings half concealed

Does not compute

but does dispute

what is said; so reputed

felt is so much

and then your touch

can turn me to ice

though I am nice

Pushing to reciprocate

bowing down to replicate

I try so hard..

so do not hate

or is it me that hates it so?

I don't have a bow

upon my head

and sometimes, inside

I am nearly dead

and I just want to lie in bed

and shut it all out

or play my music 'til it

drowns the drought

The hole in my heart

where I need to put art

which would save me and

stop all the demands

For things in which I cannot keep up with

anymore

I want to slam the door

and be j'adore

to art alone

But I cannot completely leave

for I would grieve

the other things I love

though it can be so rough..

I pray to up above

Please, lift this astigmatism

pouring into me, as rheumatism

ravaging my body

from copying the copy

like a hard drive head

with a heart on my sleeve

allergic to the air I breathe

like an alien, shipwrecked

Sometimes it does feel like a curse

of trapped; like feelings in a purple purse

all through my system

and I wish it would stop

I have to pray for the vision

before the raindrops

Fall down my cheeks again

while I'm fighting the process

till I'm rocking and I’m copping

out, like a broken machine

maybe I am now off the beam

Oh, I curse my brain today!

'cause I want to see the way

...I don't want to run away….

but be this way, it may

December 22nd, 2012

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Where is the key

I'm sorry

I don't understand

you wave your hand

I wave my hand

but your words I don't understand

I speak from commands

inside my brain

and I am vain

and I'm in pain

and the freeze is back

and the speech I lack

My brain is blocked

I cannot see

and I am locked

and where's the key

WHERE IS THE KEY?

Dec 20th, 2012

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Poinsettia (Diamante)

Floral

Red Petals

Pointed, poignant, leaves

Bright, bold, blossoms

Alongside

The Tree

December 24th, 2012

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Gumby

Strung along

like a green string bean

like a Gumby

In a vending machine

Waiting for

the coin to spin

while another pin

pokes into the doll

Rise and fall

And ride

and crawl

and bend and bend

Gumby needs to mend!

or is it that?

or not at all

about the rest

Is it perhaps a test?

just a great big test

to bring out the best

from the boarded chest

December 5th, 2012

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Broken Daisy Chain

Broken daisy chain

Out in the rain

Corner of the sidewalk

Shoes beside

Should one hide

Hide away forever

Away from endeavor

If it says; Loves Me Not

November 16th, 2012

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Machiavellian Loyalist

Machiavellian loyalist

you claim to be truth

though I see right through you

and you're calling me uncouth

It hurts when you believe your lies

I know what is truth in disguise

I wish I could not see it but

I know the door you're keeping shut

On and on, in your mind

your are so very blind

no you cannot see

what you will not see

When you refuse responsibility

for it brings liability

unscrupulous to the extreme

calling me off the beam

As if it's not bad enough

to abuse the concept

you have to abuse the human heart too

on my head is your shoe

Oh so subtly

when I oppose you and

try to be free

November 6th, 2012

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