Tuesday, February 20, 2007

The Places Fools Hide

Sometimes fools hide in the periphery, the shadows...
other times on stage
with multi-colored lights
pulsating on their grand deeds and notes
while the captivated audience claps
little knowing they've just
been fooled by another
cloak and dagger,
another masked betrayer,
parading as a truth seeker...

Saturday, February 17, 2007

a very old post, perhaps a year ago, keeping you the reader entertained. Morsels man, morsels.

I never set out to be like this. I feel sometimes like I’m holding a secret meeting, here in my basement, but I’m the only one who shows up, so instead of carrying on with the secret meeting, I just listen to good tunes, or type on this same old computer and revel in the glory days, that never really were glory days.
I’m exasperated at the notion I give myself of having to go through all the scraps of paper I’ve hewed away in folder’s, stashed away in notebooks, and filed on floppy discs in several different boxes. Organizing is not my strong point, I need a teammate to write something with all the trimmings. But I don’t want to have a co-author, one of those names that you’ve never heard of, but know really did most of the writing when someone’s story has gained enough national interest to make good dough on, regardless if they actually had any writing skill to begin with. I do freely except help though. I’m stubborn, but not that stubborn.

Friday, February 02, 2007

i fear i may have left out
the page you should have read
i fear I am a cop out
because of this I dread

dog eared corners spoke of
things I knew so well
half spoke truths and glimpses
of a living hell

the moment has a mission
caress the mind that aches
but it's more than just a moment
for life, for love, God's sake

it's a hidden laceration
on hearts that bleed inside
pull and pry with crowbar
the weathered skin and hide

cathartic words can comfort
the purging of some things
I hope and pray this life so short
is more than just a fling

Thursday, February 01, 2007

sometimes there's peace

scrounging for metaphors
when the last thing we need
is another analogy
another diversion from the heat seeking
truth serum
injected in icy cold veins at night
under covers
indivisible, and rest for all...