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!
