I lied; it was easier than facing the truth.
Way better than being rude…
One small lie became another;
First to a stranger, then to my lover.
The lies got so frequent, I could no longer see truth.
No matter how hard I tried, POOF!
The lines, once walls, are now so easily crossed.
Integrity, ethics, and honesty, all tossed.
It was then that I realized there was one thing to do,
Run for office, and work for you.
Poem
Best Laid Plans
Best laid plans of mice and men
Best laid plans of mice and men
Echos through my dreams as I wake
The sound of cracking bones fading from my ears
As the next breath escapes, the dream is buried deep
So deep the rotting carcass won’t smell
And remind me of the beating heart
That once was; that will never be
Best laid plans of mice and men
“Of Mice and Men”
Steinbeck’s title reverberates through my memory
Bringing me forward to what could be
From what used to be
A poem
A poem, written by Robert Burns, 1785
If only
What I Want From You
I want more than grunts & grumbles
More than 1 syllable answers to questions
More than staring at cell phone screens
Ignorance
Blasphemy
And all that you seem
To want more than me
I want cuddles
Truths
Sacrifice
Love
Something greater than misery
But you offer none of that
Less I am sure
Because that is what I get
Every day
Forevermore
A Night at AC Marriott, Westport
Strangers together
From near to far
Ashley pouring drinks
Brian backing the bar
Beth dissing the poet
(as she writes)
Sitting, drinking, conversing
Passing the night
Happy but not quite drunk
Todd making us laugh
Everyone but Drew
We can never get it back
Memories soon
Just a night at the bar
Strangers no longer
Always near, never far
My Kind of Monster
The pain I hear within your voice
Hits too close to
(For it captures my own strong fear)
Even as I stand, I am falling
Two halves, not a hole
Never deep enough for me to bury
The dead, the lost,
The Unforgiven
Because I crave the days of merry
Meant: the whole world went to shit
I never had a Master, a bottle always at hand
Never so far, always
A part
Play that record, just one more time
That One from yesteryear
Which holds your pain within your voice
For everyone to hear
I drift everyday within the world
Then Fade to Black, out
Just in time for you to pull me in
To a newfound world of without
Your words still echo strong
Within my bleeding heart
But even with renewed purpose, just beneath
Surface tension, building up
Along the rim of my cup
Just waiting for my wreath
Unwrapping Gifts
Does anyone even realize why we give gifts
Instead of giving all of ourselves; spiritual lifts?
Sometimes I think it is because we want to be kings
To give such gifts, all these crazy, expensive things
Instead of being like the little drummer boy
Who gave his music instead of an expensive toy
So, we kill ourselves year after year
To give bigger gifts out of this strange fear
Our gifts can’t compare to gold, frankincense, and myrrh
When the gifts we should be giving do not confer
Because the greatest gift we can ever give
Is in our hearts and though the lives we live