I saw the tag line recently, “no one really wants to be a poet.” Poetry is my ‘mont hault’, *mowat. I will never be independently wealthy from my verse. It could be worse. Milton, Eliot, Dickinson, I am not. Emotions I have not caught, I can lay them out on the page. My brain IContinue reading “A Poet”
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The distance between people –
“There’s an ocean between us. I’m in a barrel for a boat and I have a t-spoon for an oar.”
What is this feeling I feel inside?
What is this feeling I feel inside? Am I getting sick? This I cannot abide. Tired. Don’t won’t too. Drained. I make myself use my brain. Am I fighting a loosing battle? It feels like with a burden, I’ve been saddled. As I sit here staring at this computer screen, thinking about home. Would itContinue reading “What is this feeling I feel inside?”
Move Me
Can you do it? Can you move me? What’s the point? I bet you can’t. Move me! Are these tears of joy or tears of defeat? Move me. Tomorrow never comes. Yesterday will never come again. Move me. My body is tired. My mind is cloudy. Move me. I see others movements. Good for them.Continue reading “Move Me”
I can’t
I can’t I can’t believe you. One thing I asked you to do. You claim to love me. One thing. You couldn’t leave it be. Now you have me questioning, did you really love me at all? One thing. Am I really that small? You wanna make me out to be the bad guy, fine.Continue reading “I can’t”
I won’t. You want.
I want to beat you about the face and eyes. But, I won’t. I want to pound you until my arms ache. But, I won’t. That greasy spot on the pavement; that was you. But, I won’t. I want you to feel and know the pain you cause. But, you won’t. You are so wrappedContinue reading “I won’t. You want.”
True
“To thine own self to true.” How, when you’re not sure who you are?” “To thine own self to true.” How, when the world fights against you? “To thine own self to true.” And the world will crucify you. Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s.Continue reading “True”
Broken Hearted
Have you ever had a heart broken? That pain is ours to process individually. Brute force ripped my heart out , clogged danced on it in the mud, then gave back. My baptism was fresh. My zeal for God was on fire. I weaponized the Bible. It became saturated with blood and sweat. My feebleContinue reading “Broken Hearted”
We are the stage…
Shakespeare wrote: “All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players.” As You Like It Act 2 Scene 7 William Shakespeare I say: “we are the stage and life is the actor. Play you. It will play you.“ 2002 – Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems IContinue reading “We are the stage…”
10
Most of the time; I have to peel, back the layers to discover if they are real. Memories of times long past. That were not a blast. For a fact I knew; at 10, my little world changed. From childhood, I became estranged. At 10, work was introduced. Not for “the man”, as it were.Continue reading “10”
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