We've had one conversation since Christmas.
We've liked each other's facebook posts.
We've posted about things that we both like to do.
We've shared pictures of us, in our own worlds.
We've had just enough contact to be friends on facebook, twitter, instagram.
We've had just enough contact.
Enough is enough.
I want to have one conversation since yesterday.
I want comments on all of my facebook posts.
I want to post about things we both like to do together.
I want to share pictures of us together
I want to be friends with you without facebook, twitter, instagram.
Just enough is not enough.
Strange Keys
Poetry and musings in the key of me.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Coffee
It smells like Heaven
As bitter as hell
A dash of milk and sugar
And you're in Nirvana as well.
PS: I'm back! Poetry, have you missed me? I've missed poetry! Funny how a warm cuppa on a nice afternoon can bring back the rusty brain.
As bitter as hell
A dash of milk and sugar
And you're in Nirvana as well.
PS: I'm back! Poetry, have you missed me? I've missed poetry! Funny how a warm cuppa on a nice afternoon can bring back the rusty brain.
Friday, September 30, 2016
Autumn Is Here
For now the heavy laden bows will sway
The roots grasp tight the sodden ground
And colors blanket the landscape vast,
For Autumn now has come to pass
The roots grasp tight the sodden ground
And colors blanket the landscape vast,
For Autumn now has come to pass
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Painful Resignations
A world full of faces
None of them have names
Numbers on cards
Played in a game
Corperate constructions
Shambling like zombies
Waiting for Friday
Drinking like donkeys
Children to feed
Spouses and sex
Child support
Sent to your ex
Dogs, cats, house
White picket fence
Or landlords, loud neighbours
Paying the rent
Dreaming of mansions
While you clock in again
Its the dream of a nation
Of faceless women and men
None of them have names
Numbers on cards
Played in a game
Corperate constructions
Shambling like zombies
Waiting for Friday
Drinking like donkeys
Children to feed
Spouses and sex
Child support
Sent to your ex
Dogs, cats, house
White picket fence
Or landlords, loud neighbours
Paying the rent
Dreaming of mansions
While you clock in again
Its the dream of a nation
Of faceless women and men
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Pencil
What beautiful lover is this?
That I have seen light,
truth, beauty, majesty
addiction.
What horrible fiend is this?
That I have tasted hell
Twisted, horrid, despicable
divine
That I have seen light,
truth, beauty, majesty
addiction.
What horrible fiend is this?
That I have tasted hell
Twisted, horrid, despicable
divine
Monday, April 4, 2016
Light
Light becomes
diamond headache
brightness in the eyes
aye aye aye
get some shades
hat with brim
gone are diamonds
here are pearls
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Or Am I Still A Caterpillar?
Words cannot express
what the caterpillar feels.
Am I a butterfly yet?
Or still the cocoon?
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