Category: Poetry

Capture feelings in a jar.
Stare at endings from afar.
Look inside to tell the truth.
Lose your pride in what you do.

Long I sing of kingdom come.
Long I wait to see the Son.
Ever think it would be this?
Ever lose the one you miss?

Creatures keep my eyes ablaze.
Ringing thoughts congeal a haze.
Round a circle, tried and true.
Do you think I’m also you?

Let us go together, then.
Let’s hold hands like holy men.
If you hear the way to go,
Go there quickly, so I’ll know.

Tribes of heathens curly cue.
Blow a bomb and then they sue.
Who’s to blame doesn’t seem
That important in my dream.

Tightly type around a cloud.
Clothing elbows in a shroud.
Lots of love comes round the bend.
In a temple we are friends.

Follow every tip they give.
Wanting to be how they live.
Quarter chicken in a soup.
Exercise with hula hoop.

Rowdy rainbows find your face.
Rewind kindly at a pace.
Recognize the type it is.
Drink it up with quite a fizz.

Helping angels find your room.
Hiking up a mountain view.
Cooking lactose biscuit eyes.
Do you like it grilled or fried?

I like all I recognize.
You are tempting to my eyes.
Let’s chow down until we hurt.
Just explain a second birth.

Happy trial, stopped in flow.
Go, go, go, the last to know.
Me, then you, then both of us.
Can you tell the way I fuss?

Ending trite, I might come through.
Swivel me, and drivel you.
Holy cows and names in vain.
Waning truths believed again.

How to do the impossible:
Quite a challenge, then I throw
In the towel, running fro.
Do you solve it? Another bull.

Ending now, coming to a close.
Summarize the lies of those
Hoping fools in wishful thinking.
Truth is traded for desperate yearnings.

Ask if I can tell the difference.
Not sure of that, even inference.
Determine the delusion of the moment.
Close the door on the tangent.

Will we ever discover what
God would tell us,
Apart from our thoughts?
Maybe we will realize,

It’s all the same game,
We memorize.
Doubt claims truth,
Truth clings to doubt.

I sit here and pout.

Standing upside down,
I frown at me, underneath
My wrinkled brow.
How do I deal with this?

Dismissed from time,
I draw the line
Across the plain,
Collapsed in pain.

I strain to reach
The beach of peace,
Swimming in the surf,
I float across the waves.

Do you hear
How I rave
All about the things
I cling to?

So many things
Important to me.
So many stirrings
In my soul.

I crawl below, but
The echo controls me.
I scream to show
How my weaknesses catch me

In this web
Of torture infinity.
Am I here or there?
It fools me.

Am I real?
What is my reality?
Am I alone,
Or are you with me?

Are you the one,
And only one
Who comes to me
In the night?

Asking questions
In my dreams
Seems to be
The way of me.

Solving riddles
Endlessly
Is the way
To break free.

Walking in circles,
Dreaming in rhythm,
Wondering
All of the day.

Running solo,
Crossing me,
Casting lots
Into the sea.

Do you ask me
Why I say this?
Are you tortured
In your sleep?

Realizing
There is no end
To the questions
In my head.

Spying something
In the corner,
Smiling at me,
Oh, so softly.

So, what becomes
Of the mystery?
Where is this journey
Going to take me?

Will I ever
Escape the tragedy?
Will you rescue
Me from me?

Loving each other
Is sometimes hard to do.
We let our preconceptions
And stereotypes
Get in the way.

Our first, second,
And third impressions
Taint our view of each other,
As if, the few conversations,
Or lack thereof,

Are all there is,
Or will ever be,
To our relationship,
Or each other,
As individuals.

We forget,
That when we take the time
To really get to know people,
We discover that
We all really have a lot in common,

We are more alike
Than we are different,
And we can always find
Aspects of each other
That are interesting and important.

What are we afraid of,
Anyway?
Is it really that big a risk
To get to know each other better?
We’re just afraid of

What we don’t know,
What we don’t understand,
What we don’t accept.
But we will never know,
Until we try.

Cruel sentiments
Sometimes boil over
Into conversation.
Our inner critic
Is contagious.

What we think,
And how we feel
About ourselves,
Sometimes gets projected
Onto others.

We have been criticized
By someone in our lives,
Someone who is
Very important to us.
And, so, we do the same.

Sometimes,
I catch the critical words
Before they reach my mouth,
Realizing,
They are not what I want to say.

It is so automatic, though,
That sometimes, it bursts out,
Undetected,
Until it is too late,
And, like someone once did to me,

I hurt someone
With cruel words,
Insensitive, critical, judgmental.
And, most of the time,
I don’t really mean it.

It just pops out,
Because it is part of who I am.
It doesn’t matter,
If I reject it as wrong
In my head.

I must take responsibility
For my harsh words,
My condescending attitude,
My cruel disposition.
I must admit my mistake

To those whom I hurt.
Even if it means,
I am going to be
Knocked down
A few pegs.

I don’t need to be
High and mighty,
Anyway.
I need to be humble,
Honest, compassionate.

I need to be,
Just me.

How are you?
Slowly, you answer:
“Fine. How are you?”
Is that all we have
To say to each other?

Sometimes, it seems,
We hide in the small
Comfort of our secrets,
Never daring to shed
A light onto our struggles.

Sometimes, we don’t
Want others to know
How we really feel,
Or what we really think,
About them, or anything else.

We’re afraid to admit
That we have weaknesses,
Afraid to show
All our flaws, our doubts,
Our insecurities.

What’s funny is,
That we all have
Lots of problems and issues.
We all doubt.
We wouldn’t be human if we didn’t.

So, is it that we think
We have to be super-human?
Perhaps, all the crazy ads
And beauty magazines
Make us think this.

Perhaps,
When we were raised,
We weren’t permitted
To be human.
We weren’t allowed

To be less than perfect.
We were punished,
Maybe, even constantly,
For sharing our feelings,
For asking for help.

Maybe,
We weren’t encouraged
To think for ourselves.
Maybe,
We weren’t allowed

To doubt, to fear, to cry.
Maybe,
We couldn’t express ourselves.
Maybe,
We weren’t allowed

To be creative,
To experiment,
To just be us.
It is a sad culture,
That does not allow

For children,
Or adults,
With problems.
We need to embrace
Each other’s issues,

To encourage each other
To be honest,
To be sincere,
To come out of the closet,
To be ourselves.

Please,
Tell me the truth.

Must drink holy water.
Must open eyes in wonder.
Must follow special list.
Must remember what I missed.

Do you agree, silently?
Do you see the riddle inside of me?
Do you keep some things to yourself?
So, you put your feelings on the shelf?

Come, and go to the end,
All we know and comprehend.
Capture moments in grief and bliss.
Become all that you dreamed of this.

Let’s detach and rev it up.
Let’s tidy up, then pee in a cup.
Are you well-formed, cute little pup?
Or are you little, sneaky and totally messed up?

Holding hands in a circle, now.
Closing in, they take a vow.
Guess what I have on my mind.
What you seek is what you’ll find.

Enter here, the sign says.
Enter where? I think.
Enter me, or enter you?
Enter him or her?

Be here now,
Is what they say.
Be yourself, they say.
But, I am me,

All of the time.
It is just that
Sometimes I am
Better at it than others.

Sometimes I am me
Being you.
Sometimes I am me
Being him or her or them.

Sometimes I am me
Being it.
Those are the worst times.
When I am being an object,

I am being
The furthest from myself
That I can be,
Even when I’m still me.

Lord,
Help me to not be me,
Being something
Less than human.

Help me to feel,
Sensitively.
Help me to think,
Independently.

Help me to be free
From manipulation
And conformity.
Help me to be true to me.