Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Remarkable
.
sick silent subtlety
soothes the pain of knowing
what really was meant
by the offhand remark
nailed to the wall
in weak attempt
to appear above the thrash
yet reveals nothing less
than the very shortcomings
thus intended to mask
it is the high art of hurt
on the tight rope of sanity
served with aplomb
.
Still
.
Late to the grasp
of anything
significant
yet simple
like a day
with no wind at all
completely still
in defiance of reason
it becomes
as if
understanding
anything else
at all
will never be
enough
to ever
catch up
.
Confusion
.
confusion floats
can you feel it?
all the colors
masquerade as sounds
little reasons
rolling on the ground
all the castles burning
bright lights shining down
answers everywhere
just unmatched
to the many smells around
as if we’ve known it all
but kept it secret
from ourselves all along
while some have found an answer
by accepting all the chaos
with expectant nonchalance
never fearing for the worst
as if witch trials never happened
nor slavery either, too
we carry on oblivious
wondering what there is to do
never having learned a way
to speak of things taboo
.
Madness of March
Drama happens
whether we notice or not
while some admit being pissed
their TV routine gets pre-empted
by stupid stupid basketball
yet the games have now been unleashed
and soon we all discover
color schemes rarely seen
coaches in suits that just gleam
athletic gumption unrivaled before
from schools we are soon to adore
along with fans that already do
who bring passion of hope to be felling
big conference powers that be
in a madness that happens in March
for CBS but not NBC
as we pine for that beating of buzzer
with a shot past the arc for 3
and players piling in mayhem
over slaying Goliath which brings
life to their childhood dreams
that we seek as if air to breathe
for to experience vicariously
all the drama as it happens
whether we notice or not
and with so much fresh inspiration
someone tell me, how could we not?
Dew Drops
.
.
early today
when it’s hard to decide
whether to stay in bed
or get up instead
and go outside
there is a part of me
that already knows
plan as I might
all the time just goes
somewhere far
away from here
and that one chance I had
up and disappears
like a wispy wet cloud
of dew drops and tears
.
.
Relative Something 