Pieces of paper they are
Tear them up and they are gone
Towers of cards they are
Tip them and they fall
They tell us not to act out
To make believe it's alright
When its not.
They say it's not in our place to be God
But I don't see Him around now and then
Would you like to be Him
Just this once?
Let's play a game, save a dame
Distress calls go unheard
The motifs stay clear
Of the ongoing drama.
Why don't you say a word
When it could make all the difference
I may not be the shy type
But I don not like these silent confrontations.
I dream of wars when I lie next to you
I see your face in the crowd
I see them walking away
I see opportunities ungrasped
I'm learning to shut my eyes, close my heart
And ignore the waysides.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Bitter Bitter Me
Do you understand bitterness?
When it seeps into your feet
Twisting itself around the ankles
Creeping onto your thighs
Grabbing you by the navel
Gathering storm in the chest
And then finally punches you right in face.
Do you taste it in your mouth?
The sour leftovers of words undoable
The sweet tasting victory of rage
The bile rising up from unrequited loves.
Do you not recognize it?
In the lines on your face
In the lives of those who are but dead
In the dark clouds empty of rain.
Do you suffocate in it's loud presence
Or do you lash out in blind disdain
I have burned in white flames
But what about the stains.
When did we fall so low
That we can now not stand
And fight?
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