fireside chats
24 June 2014
lightning strike from cloud to ground,
never heard a louder sound.
zapped a tree, split it in two,
charred it black, caught fire too.
sirens screamed towards the site,
flames danced higher in the night.
pouring rain could not suppress,
firemen watched it burn the rest.
it looked much worse from far away,
exaggeration had its day.
unworthy of the evening news,
but gossip spread among a few,
retelling the exciting tale,
a minnow that became a whale.
haunted regrets
10 March 2014
I thought I’d escaped, years ago.
Do hearts ever fully let go?
Who betrayed who, irrelevant now,
and yet, you still haunt me somehow.
Ghost of a life, haunt not my dreams,
I can’t deny my heart still bleeds.
Bubbling up from dark depths unknown,
monsters call in old debts, owed loans.
Angry, afraid, I wake up in tears,
still haunted after all these years.
Have mercy, just let me forget,
only in dreams live haunted regrets.
with a side of bacon
08 March 2014
How do you associate that with this?
What did I miss?
Your mind is too random to understand,
is that your plan,
to confuse me till I’m ready to scream?
What do you mean?
Is it meaningless, your endless babble?
My brain’s scrambled!
trending
08 March 2014
I don’t eat well, or often,
but this body sure has softened.
It used to be all fit and firm,
but we’re no longer on good terms.
I have excuses, ‘though none make sense,
I’m blind, but not to laziness.
I used to bike five miles a day,
stayed active in so many ways.
Losing my sight has been depressing,
I’ve given up, or so I’m guessing.
Perhaps it’s time to set some goals,
find my way back to being whole.
I should have done this New Year’s Eve,
better late than never, I believe.
Gonna be some changes in what I do,
find myself, or choose someone new.
I’m taking back control again,
it’s not too late to start a trend.
hymn to toys and second chances
07 March 2014
new toys, new toys, new toys!
so much to learn, but oh the joy!
One more chance, one of few,
to do those things I love to do.
Writing, music, and more,
technology just might restore.
The smallest change inside,
life resurrected, and revived.
have you considered my servant
11 October 2013
have you considered my servant …
You may take away my eyesight,
but my vision will not perish
You may take away my worldly riches,
but I am still poor in spirit
You may steal all sense of family,
but I will still belong to all
You may paint my life with despair,
but I’ll still dream in color
You may stifle joy and happiness,
but I’ll learn to be content
You may clothe me with loneliness
but I shall never be alone
You may deprive me of fairy tales,
but nothing can separate me from Love
You may sway me to lose my faith
but some things will always remain
You may steal my very life in time
but I refuse to curse God and die
shooting craps with loaded dice
05 September 2013
shooting craps with loaded dice
one tiny part says there might be hope
while the majprity declares nope
one voice says we should still try
my gut instinct screams its cry
on one hand, I know what will occur
if I do nothing, there is no cure
the risk of not is it might be too late
but the greater risk is it might accelerate
the attempted cure could become a curse
which is the dilemma, which is worse?
To know the end cannot be changed,
or force it sooner, the choice is strange.
It’s hard not to wish for a miracle,
but the reasoning’s merely spherical.
Either way I gamble, win or lose,
but I alone must choose.
fires of spring
24 August 2013
fires of spring
tonight we light the fires of spring,
to burn what impedes the ice from flowing
and we gather along the river’s edge
to watch the flames like a human hedge
no one speaks, we let the ice speak for us
its moans and groans echoing our own distrust
by morning’s embers, a frozen river flows
and our hearts are lighter, as if everyone knows
the long dark night before the fires of spring
is just a prelude to a new beginning
in a relationship with
this is Isabelle
16 March 2013
in a relationship with …
It’s probably a good thing she can’t speak,
judging by some of the looks she gives me.
We’ve known each other long enough to tell
how to communicate silently well.
And she has learned to understand my words,
or at least the tone of what she has heard!
She knows just how to get my attention,
like a child acting out by what they’ve done.
She listens when I need her, cuddles too,
and she loves me no matter what I do.
We take care of one another I guess,
I love her dearly and I know I’m blessed.
To share my life with you, dear Isabelle,
means more to me than I could ever tell.
