superficiality

21 February 2014

 

 

A thought a little different,

I offer with no disrespect.

How does beauty feel?

I can’t see what’s “real” —

sex appeal’s

irrelevant.

 

What’s beautiful is what’s inside,

the heart and soul, spirit and mind,

not the outer shell,

‘though it’s hard to tell,

sex sure sells

when love’s blind.

 

 

remembering all

18 September 2013

remembering all

 

they speak of the beauty of fall

which sadly I can’t see at all

and yet, I am blessed

remembering, yes

nothing less

after all.

just us for once

18 September 2013

just us for once

 

soft smooth jazz, softer candlelight,

whispered words, giggles of delight,

as we touch and smile

and kiss for awhile

without guile

feels so right.

recanting can’t

18 September 2013

recanting can’t

 

"I cannot." seems the saddest phrase,

a lie I’m so quick to embrace.

"I won’t." I should say,

more truthful that way,

just erase

"can’t" away.

incurable

18 September 2013

incurable

 

your eyes reminded me of her,

which meant that I could not endure

your endearing stare.

I know it’s not fair,

she’s still there,

there’s no cure.

early warning

18 September 2013

early warning

Confucius say, loud man before sunrise gets shot …

 

is it too early or too late,

I never seem to get it straight

just outside my door,

each morning at four,

he ignores

I’m awake.

 

early to bed, early to rise,

isn’t particularly wise

if your voice is heard

and if you disturb

there’s no prize

just dead birds.

 

Must I be clear and spell it out?

Be quiet when you’re up about

you are too loud dude,

you’re horribly rude

there’s no doubt

get a clue!