We stroll these city streets
Savoring the summer’s wet relief
As it dances across our shoulders
And gently kisses upon our cheeks
What I really hate the most… July 28, 2009
What I really hate the most is when I think I see you,
My eyes glisten with the chance just to glance upon you
but then you disappear
or worse, come near
And its clear the face does disagree with the real you,
What really hurts the most is when I think I see you
The faded fragrance April 1, 2009
I stopped to smell the flowers,
but found they lost their scent;
I couldn’t help but wonder,
where their aroma had been spent.
Inspired by a frog December 11, 2008
While leisurely sinking into the abyss
Will you even notice
That something is amiss?
An original poem, inspired by Boiling Frog allegory. Click here to learn more about the Boiling Frog.
I don’t know what made me think of this, it just kinda popped into my head on the way home today. Thought it was noteworthy.
Ok, so maybe I have a few words… November 25, 2008
What pleasure is it you feel in your pain?
To what comfort do you find in disdain?
While you linger in the latter,
The former is where I remain.
Sunday evening blues November 16, 2008
How the weekend celerates by
Now just a glint in my eye,
In the gloaming light I sigh,
Whilst I consternate
The impending work week nigh
Cerebration & Inked Words September 15, 2008
Don’t ruin this for yourself by trying to figure out what these poems are about. It’s not that important, and my lips are sealed anyway. Just appreciate them for the beauty of word written in lyrical verse. Get lost in your own subjective interpretation, not mine.
And, for your listening accompaniment:
My mind and my thoughts
Like spots
Or dots
Petulant clots
Filled with what haves
And what nots
The waiting
The creating
The anticipating
Can be so invigorating
Yet thoroughly frustrating
A Haiku:
Awaiting spring’s rain;
Cascading leaves instead fall
Prepare for winter
Progression:
Interaction
Titillation
Cogitation
Deliberation
Imagination
Expectation
Dilapidation
Internalization
Falsification?
Torpidation
Ambiguation
Over-Analyzation
Vexation
All things bitter-sweet September 10, 2008
Nestled in the quiet moments before nightly repose, I offered a question.
The reply was routine, founded in hesitation.
This morning I awoke with a sour taste upon mouth, and none closer to the answers in which I sought.
A visceral battle, that struggles not to be fought.
A stalemate, a foreseeable impasse, and strange waters in which I swim.
The response I seek, lies as mine, only to be found within.
