Category Archives: Poetry

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Beyond Reason

Sometimes you have to write the words.

Staring at your folly in print

may make it disappear.

Exposing your errant thoughts

to the light of day

casts a new reality.

Take new notice

of the ground beneath your feet.

 

Sometimes I write the words

Because I have no choice

When thoughts of you linger

all day

and all evening

and yesterday too.

What is this?

How can it possibly be this way?

 

Your care for me has vanished

along with you.

I struggle to accept this in vain.

Who are you

to invade my mind

all my waking hours?

What power do you possess

that I succumb to my lunatic thoughts?

 

I gave so much of myself

because that’s what I needed to do.

You were ever accepting

and my fears abated.

And I believed

you would keep the fragments safe,

not throw them to the wind

like yesterday’s ashes.

 

And now

my broken record of pain and tears

continues.

No end in sight

I am so lost.

Part of me is gone forever.

One loss too many,

the final blow.

The ironic and dreadful thought

that I may have caused this

with enthusiasm mistaken for demands

and confusion prompting angry words.

Is it too late to recapture

the give and take of a sincere friend?

To support and be uplifted

by someone who truly cares?


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I said I wouldn’t

I said I wouldn’t
So I won’t
I said I wouldn’t bother you
I don’t
 
I said I wouldn’t write to you
I don’t
I said I wouldn’t demand a thing
I don’t
 
I said I’d always be your friend
I am
I said I’d always support your goals
I do
 
I said I wouldn’t interfere
I don’t
I said I’d always remember you
I will
 
I said I’d keep it to myself
I did mostly
I said I didn’t want you
I lied.
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The Battlefield

The battlefield exists in my head

The combatants are regrouping

Re-arming for their next attack

The home team takes comfort in what they can see

The logical progression of familiar scenes

Narrated in crisp tones with familiar dialogue

While the visitors nod with knowing smirks

That behind the scenes a chorus of naiads

Suggest other worlds in their songs

 

If you choose to listen to this seductive siren

Be prepared for swift ascent to a world of ephemeral joy

And a precipitous plunge to despair

So my Head coach cautions

The sirens sing not only for you

They sing for whoever is fool enough to listen to their melodies

And often their sweet harmony will take you down unintended paths

Betraying your trust for their own gratification.

 

The battlefield languishes

The combatants bide their time

When hope is at its highest

When I am start to utter victorious words

They will once again take their places

Brandish their cruel weapons

Camouflaged in beguiling images

Destroying certainty confounding rational thought.

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Zombieland

Zombieland isn’t half as bad as reputation alludes

The place I have in mind is a mindless boring pit

but looking better by the day

half way there by lunch tomorrow

No more crying jags that last 2 hours

No more disappointments, no more slammed doors

No more ambushed dreams

 

Just a numbing inertia- driven tub of dulled

nerve endings shrouded by molasses thick apathy.

Sight dimmed by dusty cobwebs.

Ears tuned to the ordinary.

Thoughts never straying to dangerous places.

Hopes abandoned.

Sweet thoughts erased.

 

Last flicker dimmed deprived of air

choking on truth afflicted with blindness

what is real, what is imagined

matters not when all is gone forever

many painful losses should have paved the way

for this most hurtful time of all

Abandoned, lost, no more trust to give.

 

Cruel irony played a trick

when blindsided by a passion

never dreamed of feeling

Whimsical fates intervened

upending my ordered world

adding unanswered longings to a

newly wakened sensibility

 

So my friend you see that

Zombieland is meant for one like me

a perfect fit for an imperfect heart

that lost direction while seeking nothing at all.

that lost her mind to the riddles never solved

and handed her soul to a stranger.

now waiting for oblivion.