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Saturday, September 26, 2009
present imperfect
i live not in the past
in the present
i thrive
to laugh with the wind
to bend in the rain
to smile at the sun
to dance with the moon
i mind not
the tear
in the fabric
of my soul
i fear not
the wound
that pierces
i welcome
the assault
for only
in the face
of such a trespass
I surpass
myself
standing tall
pride intact
present
imperfect
i accept
i live not in the past
in the present
i thrive
i pause but not quite still
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
let me walk
let me walk
barefoot
in the grass
so that i would
not
be afraid
of what's beneath my feet
let me stand
alone
on tables and chairs
so that i see
the difference
from where i stand
let me smell
what's cooking
in the kitchen
so that i am
no stranger
to what i eat
let me touch
the thorny rose
so that i learn
the pain
of my act
let me taste
what scrunches
up my face
so that i grow up
not
on MacD's
alone
in my young life
let me learn
not to be afraid
of things
unfamiliar
unknown
instead
let me learn
how
i need be afraid
on
my own
let me walk
barefoot
in the grass
so that i would
not
be afraid
of what's beneath my feet
barefoot
in the grass
so that i would
not
be afraid
of what's beneath my feet
let me stand
alone
on tables and chairs
so that i see
the difference
from where i stand
let me smell
what's cooking
in the kitchen
so that i am
no stranger
to what i eat
let me touch
the thorny rose
so that i learn
the pain
of my act
let me taste
what scrunches
up my face
so that i grow up
not
on MacD's
alone
in my young life
let me learn
not to be afraid
of things
unfamiliar
unknown
instead
let me learn
how
i need be afraid
on
my own
let me walk
barefoot
in the grass
so that i would
not
be afraid
of what's beneath my feet
i stumble
i stumble
i fall
but i will
pick myself up
again
i cry
i wail
but i will
stop when i am
done
i run
i bleed
but i will
dust off the dirt
and run
again
i play
i fight
but we will
sooner than you think
be friends
again
don't stop me
stumbling
falling
crying
wailing
running
bleeding
fighting
playing
cos i'm a child
i will play
i must play
with one another
with each other
i stumble
i fall
but i will
pick myself up
again
If I tell you
if i tell you
i am angry
at you
for force feeding me
will you listen to me
if i tell you
i am not happy
at being
left alone with the tv
will you listen to me
if i tell you
i am scared
of the uncle
down the street
will you listen to me
if i tell you
i am in love
with the girl next door
will you listen to me
will you listen to me
an angry child
an unhappy child
a scared child
a child in love
and believe
if i tell you
when i tell you
will you listen to me
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
how much more fun
how much more fun
can life's roller coaster ride
be
when you can get off
when you want
the thrills
the adrenalin rush
the exhilarating
wheezing
screams
screeching
up and down
round and round
upside down
over and over
zipping through
the tracks
the cracks
of a life
gone
stale
the spills
a love lost
unrecoverable
a trust shattered
splintered
vows unfulfilled
emptied
promises forgotten
elapsed
dreams washed out
faded
tangled in life's
many broken strings
knotted
intertwined
inescapable
trapped
how much more fun
can life's roller coaster ride
be
when you can get off
when you want
can life's roller coaster ride
be
when you can get off
when you want
the thrills
the adrenalin rush
the exhilarating
wheezing
screams
screeching
up and down
round and round
upside down
over and over
zipping through
the tracks
the cracks
of a life
gone
stale
the spills
a love lost
unrecoverable
a trust shattered
splintered
vows unfulfilled
emptied
promises forgotten
elapsed
dreams washed out
faded
tangled in life's
many broken strings
knotted
intertwined
inescapable
trapped
how much more fun
can life's roller coaster ride
be
when you can get off
when you want
Monday, September 14, 2009
there was a boy
if i look like
the dragonfly stayed very very still
i am red
be still
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
we can't be more different
where am I going
my being here is not by chance
if being seen by you
think me not
what use is an eye that does not see
through the shroud of darkness
a silence
look at yourself
your present
take me where you will
are you open
i saw a butterfly
are you looking at me?
in this corner
the breeze blew
i lay the future in your hands
i lay the future in your hands
the past is long gone
the present shames me
the future is yours to right
the wrongs we did
the guilt we carry
the excuses we've given
for far too long
the future is yours to right
what i did not
could not
do
i lay the future in your hands
one kiss
i come a landing
hey there
to be in the light
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
i'm here of my own free will
i thought
is the grass really greener on the other side
i cannot put a fork in my mouth?
i take care of you
what do you think I'm doing here
what do you think i'm doing here
alone and hanging on to a bright orange pole
do you think i'm lonely and need some TLC
do you think i'm sad and hiding my face
or am i an invisible child that no one sees
a problem child banished to stand alone
what do you think i'm doing here
well
i'm just a child alone and hanging on to a bright orange pole
sometimes that's all i'm doing
and all i want to do
i'm comfortable here
this is who i am
if you but look within me
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