A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

26 January 2014

I'm Waiting ; but not for long


As I step back

You inevitably follow

Chasing a fallen star

 

You deny you crave a taste

Yet tension grows

As I turn away

 

More desperate with each step

You fight to stir attention

Perhaps the truth revealed

 

But from once a willing hind

To a coquettish humming bird

No longer live for your touch

 

Only a grand act now

Can capture my interests

 
  

I only ask for a candle


What goad will cause you

To reveal

What hides beneath gossamer lies

 

Your guile pains my heart

As condor is avoided

I was beguiled by your light

 

Now in the obscurity

Fog dulls my senses

And it’s euphoric

 

Yet I crave clarity

To clear the mist

 

As time salts my wounds

This smoke oozes in

Choking me

 

In order to pass the test


Understand what I mean

Not what I say

Read my mind

Not my lips

 

A personality splits

Based on where it sits

I choose who you see

She changes with my needs

 

Perhaps a summer rose

You’ll meet

Or the raging storm

Depending on the day

 

You must learn to dance

With each partner you meet

 

 

 

16 January 2014

But don’t want to admit it


It would be smart to hate you

Ignore you

Pretend

 

But inevitable we’ve been thrown together

Our similarities rear their heads

And we make plans

 

You say there is no hope

But I feel it

Hidden

 

Perhaps others have turned away

Yet still I stand

Perhaps you’ve missed me

 

 

You will be there


Deny my name

And proclaim your distain

Then whisper to me sweet words

 

Were these true thoughts

And a change of heart

 

A public face

To inner thoughts

 

Tell a lie

To draw my attention

 

I want to hate you

To forget and move on

Yet I forgave

 

I’m still not sure of tomorrow

Yet I know

 

 

White man’s burden.


We live in a hungry world

Where children go unfed

As food is thrown aside

 

Millions go without homes

Men who served our land

While the wealthy sit in castles

 

Thousands cannot read or write

Afraid to ask for help

But private libraries flourish

 

A hip costs more than a car

 And new plagues rage

As fake beauty grows

 

We claim to help

But line our pockets

 

 

Into the silent conquest


Empty

So empty

This past month

Nothing really there

 

Now fear rages

Courage forms

Ready to fight

The oncoming battle

 

A sudden fall unto the field

Immediately bombarded

No comrades at my side

Survive five months to win

 

Each battle day to day

Many not declare the victor

But lengthen the road