Such a Bore

Hen-pecked, tried and true.
Rearranged, then cried, “I love you!”
Do you dare, or do you dare?
Wonder where the fun is coming from?

Are you solvent, or just a tease?
Come down softly, bending knees.
See the logo, flying flags!
Hear the anthem, the verse now lags.

Are you an angel or a jungle gym?
The cage you sleep in with him
Reeks of dogs with fleas!
Do you wage a different kind of peace?

I claim the mountain until the end!
I refuse to break or even bend!
I will not go to and fro!
I won’t be the one who won’t say no!

Can we meet halfway there?
Do you think I am a bear?
Forest pixies laugh and shout.
They know you and will find you out.

Catching something in the air,
Closing lids and combing hair
Is such a bore when I want more
Than just hello and you don’t care.

The Unexpected

Claim a spot on the ground.
Jump up to the sky to see
A different view for a change.
Something different always helps

Clear the air and clear your head.
Wouldn’t it be nice to do
Something different every day?
But it would be chaos!

We would never know what to expect.
We would have to stay alert
All the time for the next random
Problem. We would live in fear.

So maybe the same old, same old
Is not so bad sometimes.
At least we can rest a little bit
In comfort, knowing at least

To some extent what will happen
In our crazy lives each day.
Of course we don’t always know
What people will say or do

In any given day,
But we know what is expected of us.
We have a routine,
At least most of us.

We do this because it works.
There is relative security in our minds
With the feeling that we are okay,
We know what comes next.

So, next time you are bored,
Perhaps you should consider
The alternative:
Fear.

C’est la vie!

La, la, la!
See you! No, you see me.
Play happily!
Run in circles,

Round and round.
Can’t see what’s coming, but
Don’t care either way.
C’est la vie!

Are you here to greet me,
Or do you have another strategy?
How many days are left
Before they sell Christmas trees?

Come with me
Mister Mestopheles.
Do you know the password
For the tender tarries?

Follow me
Oh, so carefully,
To the end of all that is worthy.
Let’s see what we can see!

Something New

Happy, slowly feel your way.
Come soon to the day we play.
Rhyme a lot and pass the time.
Curl up close and start to climb.

In your sleep you dream away.
Passing through, it seems to sway.
Stop your heart on a dime.
Color, sketch and draw a line.

Can you see what is to come?
Feel vibrations as they strum.
Clouds descend then blow away.
Each new smile is a new day.

What will be is what will be.
Just accept and set it free.
Leave the other to spend a life.
Never wasting on more strife.

Catch a closing thought to picture.
Pull the edge and feel the friction.
Some time soon it all will end.
And your hardship start to bend.

Do you think it’s time to go?
If that is all, then maybe so.
Should we tarry to find our step?
Now it comes, nothing left.

The Miracle

Deny your pride, and look inside.

The dream you had will make you mad,

But never knowing is worse than showing

What you’re made of, good or bad.

 

So what is it worth, for a second birth?

What will come from this endless sum

Of trial and error? Your extreme terror

Is sure to come to an end somehow.

 

Don’t give up on showing love.

Don’t give in to all the sin

You are tempted to fall into.

Surely you can find another man

 

Who is your soul mate, for

This is just the start of a road that is hard,

But well worth the trouble and hurt.

So stay faithful to the miracle.

 

 

Truth

Climb into the flaming chariot.

Take a ride to heaven-sent.

Close your eyes and feel the metal

Embracing you with its warmth.

 

Happy songs echo in the distance,

Crazy colors blink across the sky.

Twisted memories cascade inside.

Long leaps separate you from yourself.

 

Is the truth hiding from you today?

Is your stomach tied in knots?

Does this answer come at the right time,

Or is it just a passing thought?

 

Cute remarks fall from her lips.

An angel’s smile on a demon’s face.

Hefty lifts of dripping fangs,

While mercy runs away.

 

So what is your truth?

 

 

Truth

Climb into the flaming chariot.

Take a ride to heaven-sent.

Close your eyes and feel the metal

Embracing you with its warmth.

 

Happy songs echo in the distance,

Crazy colors blink across the sky.

Twisted memories cascade inside.

Long leaps separate you from yourself.

 

Is the truth hiding from you today?

Is your stomach tied in knots?

Does this answer come at the right time,

Or is it just a passing thought?

 

Cute remarks fall from her lips.

An angel’s smile on a demon’s face.

Hefty lifts of dripping fangs,

While mercy runs away.

 

So what is your truth?

 

 

Sinking tiddlywinks

Take it to the drift

Mark the stop on

The leaf for creep down.

Closed elbow strains

 

Allowed to space

Corvette sleep tongs

Claim wrapped creation

Story-time sailboat arrangements.

 

Meandering across the rank

Reactors around sleepy minks.

Able slip ankles map orders

Towards apple angels can’t.

 

Tween capable quiet cords

Keep quite cake walk moping

Murder reels around sweeping

Quarters stinking stilted forks.

 

Enable keel marks cleaving

To clinging sappy surrounds

Working teepee feelings on

Top of sinking tiddlywinks.

 

 

Echoes of the End

Coast about the desert plains,
Searching for a word in vain.
Close your mouth to the sweet refrain,
Trembling lips pray for rain.

Happy now to make ends meet.
Comforting to taste the sweet
Fruit of mana around your feet.
Laughing loudly, with a smile you greet

Strangers as they pass on by.
Angels bend to hear your cry.
Softly whimpering nearby,
Friendly nations start to sigh.

Do you know the secret song?
Do you wait for it for long?
Trying to see beyond the wrong,
Memories flash of Vietnam.

So many wounds around you now.
So many suffering children frown.
If only we could fathom how
To spare the life of our sacred cow.

Conflict comes like a mighty storm.
The dead multiply as vultures sore.
High above, piercing eyes bore
Through our bodies, they cut to the core.

Is the end coming soon?
We wonder amidst the ancient dunes.
In our beating hearts we make room,
As hungry wolves howl at the moon.

If they do not spare our lives,
Neither offspring, nor our wives;
If the kingdom come does arrive,
We are ready for the knives.