Category: Poetry

Just You

I was at a party

And three of my ex-girlfriends

Showed up.

I knew I was in trouble then.

…
But you weren’t there yet

And one kissed me on the lips

And covered my face

With all her lipstick.

…
I panicked then,

And asked my friends

To run interference,

As the other two arrived.

…
Just then, I saw you,

And I couldn’t wait

To run to you

And tell you

…
Just how beautiful

You are to me,

How all my dreams came true

When me became we

…
And how I’ll never want

Another hand

In mine.

Just you.

…
When I hear your voice

It’s like the clouds

Opened up

And sunshine’s bathing on me.

…
And when I feel you close

I want to touch

I want to feel

I want to know

…
You feel the same

About me.

I am yours

Like I said at the beginning.

…
And I’ll never want

Another hand

In mine.

Just you.

My Favorite Pet

Little furry foundling cute as a button or

Two. Missing you as you’re here with me

As I know you won’t always be. You’re a

Cozy pal to have on a cold day, I feel your

Warmth on my leg as you lounge to your

Content, my favorite pet, my sweet one.

Love

Maneuvering iceberg cupids such ghosts

Privilege sucks it creates walls you don’t

Know what you’re made of until suffering

Takes over your heart and mind the vial

Of poison that comes with relationships

Inevitably broken through communicate

Miscues oh so simple but we’re not told

We Are All Immigrants

Very too serious, emitting

Insecurity, a damper on the

Gentle breeze of humor, and

Sarcasm is abundant,

Yet the professor without it blows

Away, as academics pushes her

Out. A survivor of much pain,

Grows tougher and tougher,

Bringing the plow and steam roller

Onto the stage, in order to prove

Her point. They hide it under a

Large cloth but no one wants to be

The first to peek, at the mangled

Corpse, a victim of a broken world

And a privileged race and class

That believes they are above the

Law. It will be a beautiful day in

America when everyone realizes

Their descendants were

Immigrants too and everyone

Takes a different path that does

Not have to correspond with

Their’s, but is still just as valid.

This Hollow Mind

A shade, providing a haven from

Ghosts, miracle workers and

Thieves of the mind and soul.

Strive with the strength you have

To commit, to dedicate, to infuse

More truth into this hollow mind.

A blaze, covering the innocents,

A squall puts the inferno out.

Too soon for a deep concern, too

Late for a valorous intervention.

As flies, cockroaches scatter across

My too darkened vision, too

Blinded adjustment. To meet such

A soul, amidst a path, rolling up

The autumn breeze into a ball.

Two Faces

Two faces. Which is true? Maybe

More. Who can you trust? All

Have public presentations that

Get them far and lots of money.

Seeing them all on their expensive

Vacations makes me sick to my

Stomach. I wonder to myself if

They are all big shots with the

Government, big business, and

I’ve seen both sides of that coin,

Really well. If Government, no one

Wants to lead, as they are afraid

Of losing their job by taking

Initiative, and they know

Somewhere in the chain of

Command, their idea will not be

Appreciated by those whom have

Been there way too long.

In big business, there is alwAys

Greed. Even worse is the power

That corrupts, corrupts absolutely.

The underpaid employees suffer,

But that is not a concern when

Raising a quota or withholding

Cost of living. Capitalism at its

Best.

Judgement

Enabled. A twist and turn. Cloaked

Returns unconvincing. Views

Overlapped. Spunk. Full of pride.

How in the hell can you be sure?

Trust depleted, unfollowed 90%.

Full of shit, or not interesting.

Betrayal comes in crowds.

They strengthen in numbers,

As their gossip builds, so does

Their bad attitudes. Judgement

Consumes all in its path. A lie.