July 17, 2008 — Filed under: mypoems
What happens to love
does it just dry up and blow away
under the sun, on the ground, off in the wind
when that tear drops and the screaming dies out
where are you then
does it really matter at all
What happens to love
when you shut the door… turn out the lights… walk away
walk away, walk away, walk away
when you step out side and you’re all alone
no one’s there watching you any more
What happens to love
when the shutter snaps
and you’re caught in the act
of being the real you and it’s beautiful
so beautiful
the beautiful you that you never knew
What happens to love
when it grows up
faster than you’re ready for it to do
so fast, that you can’t hold it back
no matter what you do
What happens to love
when it dies young
no fault of its own
lifeless so early all you can do is stand and stare
in to its eyes so cold yet warm
memories glisten as your heart fills your throat
Love
Is that reminder
and it has no limits….
June 10, 2008 — Filed under: mypoems
wasn’t very lively all day
even talked about going to bed right away
a little work, a little thinking
tried to make someones day a little brighter
they didn’t want to hear it
wanted to be doing something else
wanted someone to listen
wanted someone to tell me their problems
just for a little while
just for a moment wanted to open up with out fear
fear is constantly chasing these days of late
not fear of judgement
fear of failure
fear of not being good enough
the fear must be rather weak
for sitting happens and not much else, all the time
thoughts come and go but no sign of life is found
if the consequences are not feared
fear is relatively insignificant
no death nor pain will come
no homelessness, no hunger
life is far to easy here
not needing or wanting leaves you free
a bum in his own house
driving his own car
what does he want???
he only asks for ‘just enough’
just enough, nothing more
it’s not the way to riches
it’s not the way to fame
it might just be the way
trying to keep the chin up each and every day
trying to do a little good now and then
but each day there are questions
how come the future isn’t brighter?
isn’t it really caused by greed
isn’t it my duty to see what’s really going on
and say something
maybe say something instead of buying something
why preach if you yourself are unsure
no one preached to you…
it just happened
putting the question out there should sufice for now
you’ve always heard ‘there are no dumb questions’
this country is rotten to the cor
and still all the attention is paid to the bruise on the surface
the people of this country are deaf, dumb and blind
but it’s easier that way
and yes, I am one of those people
deaf, bum and blind I will always be
noticing just a fraction of what surrounds me
love and pain… hope and indifference
I just hope something happens soon
I want to be a part of a movement
I do not want to be it’s leader
but I will bring people to it
hopefully, not too far off in the future
our children or our grand children
will see hope in the future again
they will see wise intelligent people behind old eyes
people who realised that they had to start taking some responsibility
for what they have done
for what their for fathers had done
even if it’s too late
lets at least go out with some dignity
chins raised high with honor
or maybe not…
we are X
some would call us the lazy generation
given the fruit early
we think typing on a key board or talking on the phone is hard labor
we can’t even walk up the stairs because we’ve grown so lazy
maybe we’ll realise that we don’t need to fight daddy’s war anymore
maybe we’ll run our entire lives by remote control
travel without going anywhere
love someone without even meeting them
check in on them constantly because the media says you need improvement
X is not the beginning or the end
I wish I could say we’re hiding buried treasure
but I don’t know…
maybe we are
that’s much nicer than being insignificant
that’s right
go out and be some body and prove them all wrong
prove that you don’t fit that stereo-type
prove that you do have wits
and that once in a while when your parents said something smart, you were listening
even my parents said smart things once in a while
I didn’t catch all of it
but once it a while I heard things like
“do what I say and not what I do”
“life is like water, cup you hand and let it fill you instead of grabbing at”
“be kind, even if it means you have to walk away”
“stand up for the rights of everyone, one day you might need help sanding up for yours”
“don’t do anything else in bed but sleep, train your mind and body to sleep in bed”<—- I think I messed that one up
If I’m ever a parent I hope I say something smart once in a while
I hope I tell my children that I love them enough so they don’t question it but not so much that it’s completely annoying
I hope I can be open with them and not have it backfire too badly
I hope I have kids that have a sense of humor about life
I hope I have kids with someone cool
Someone that is confident but not cocky
has their shit together but doesn’t mind if I’m a bit crazy
someone who can chop wood, hike an unmaintained trail and tries to kick my ass at everything
someone surprising and who has no problem having a conversation with any type of animal
who likes ancient history and legions, magic and dreams
who has their own take on art
someone who is accepting and forgiving
someone who thinks people are good and hates no one
someone who stays in touch with their old lovers because if they were good enough to love once, they are good enough to talk to later
someone like me in some ways but different in more ways
someone who can talk for hours about death and the religious and political forces behind life
someone who doesn’t mind that I like Sex and the City (judgementals out there)
some who has loved and lost and come out the other side still smiling and hopeful that their heart will open again one day
one day
one day that heart will open
it will stop hiding behind lies
one day that heart will be healthy and free…
the end.
time to go to work.. yee fucking ha!
June 5, 2008 — Filed under: mypoems
I don’t remember how I met you
It might have been at the pool
You were the most amazing person I’d ever met
I discovered jealousy because of you
Sweet justice, the jealousy drove you away
Introduction didn’t even start the understanding
A lesson none the less
I met a boy in line at my first concert
He had strange hair and spoke loudly
He wasn’t scared if people were watching him
He introduced him self as an artist
He was the first artist I’d ever met
I respected him for being him self
Later on I found he respected me for the same reason
I never knew we had mutual respect
During one of the first parties
I tried to get you to do a shot
I was drunk, you… didn’t speak English
You were the most powerful person I’d ever met
You were bigger than life, the life I was afraid of
You were the one who taught me
Jealousy pushes away the thing you want the most
Plain and simple
I tried to return the favor with a green card
We learned together for three years
You loved me the longest and I never understood why
Fourteen years later we met again
For a beautiful moment it was destiny
In the end it was your jealousy that ended
A tremendously tortured year
I never liked you much as a person
You were shallow and arrogant
Your saving grace was your loneliness
You were searching for yourself
And I was there to talk to
Through your search I found a little piece of myself
You took a few pieces with you when you left
But I found them much much later
I had a love hate relationship with you
Thirty-two years it lasted
You spent most of it showing me who not to be
How the choices you make become habit forming
And one day friends and family might try to save your life
It’s a lesson you might only get once
He was a story teller
Now the stories are about him
And I will be the one who writes them
I thought you were young and good
You thought you were old and better
I thought things would be better when you were older
You thought I might grow up
I’m constantly changing for better or worse
Wiser still I grow
Through it all I try and learn and teach
Learn and teach
April 8, 2008 — Filed under: mypoems
you wake up one day and find your son is dead
he did his best to get your attention but you squandered it all away
thoughts of “could have” and “should have” fill your head with disease
scrambling desperately to cover up the mistakes
searching for anything to dampen the memorises that burn in your soul
a soul that ebbs and flows like tide
good one moment, disaster incarnate the next
one day it hits you
the pile of junk that was used for distraction
it is rotting, causing the memory to intensify
the pile has become the reminder
you begin to take the pieces off one by one
“just rearranging the deck chairs” you think to yourself
but it doesn’t matter
at the time it always feels like doing something helps the pain
tired from your labors, sweat drips down your leg
you find a shady spot to think about the origins of pain
“it only exists in your head” you tell your self
you know this and yet this time it doesn’t help
there is something missing
a ritual
some conviction
some peace in the fact that you are left with other choices
but you decide you do not want that peace and quite yet
the pain is not complete
it is only a constant whisper when you want it to be an anvil
dropped from ten stories up
leaving no doubt that it is what it is
you want to feel it completely so you can let go one day
knowing full well that letting go is not what you are good at
you fear it
you fear it because if you can let go then you will be able to understand how others do the same
and that is an understanding you never wanted to know
you sit, in the shade, listening to the whisper
touching the side of your cheek
the tears come
and you are stuck
in your miserable comfort zone again
March 20, 2008 — Filed under: mypoems
I admit it
I miss her terribly
I miss the thought of her
The future we talked about
Days after we met
We talked about children and raising them
Together we were going to be those parents
Who did things and never once saw the child as a burden
I miss her when I close my eyes at night
I miss her in my dreams
I miss her before the sun rises and she is not beside me
Every morning at six forty five I miss her call
At six forty six I miss her lips pressed against mine
I feel her next to me all day long
I feel her thoughts, thinking about me
Every day is the same feelings
I tried to hide them
Cover them up
Burry them
But they are there
Every day, the same thought
The memories of peace and hope
Desire closes around me like dirt on the dead
When I realize she is
Gone