Friday, September 19, 2014

Sleep Sleep Away

Tired, but too busy
to ever really sleep sleep away.

Pretending and stacking
comfortable pillows
till it all but might as well be.

That is where I live
almost there but never
really in it.

Tired, but never caught
caught up in it
or caught up for it.

Like a spiral
that knows not where it started
or is going,

I circle,
never really repeating,
never that good at what I am
to say I'd seen this,
but always in view
of how little the progress has put between this
and that me.

Tired, but unlike rocks
no lack of legs
to blame,

just my skin
and the stuff within
fearing all out.

Why, why so many clouds
between me and my sun,
why.

Tired, I'll find rest
but still now wait
for the more
we all wait for,

the more that is until there isn't,
and the small hope someone
will tell stories of something
you've done
to set their start
out beyond yours.

Sleep
sleep away.

Before Regret

Smart and as careful as I am,
today, I am also too far
strung thin
to carry any respect for my own skin.
Let alone the feelings of others,
so I lean hard on my closed mouth
hoping to make sleep
before regret.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Lies

Tell me lies
they make me feel better
about the truth.

How rare it is,
like gold
or diamonds.

Something to hold
and wear out of the house,
proudly,
on rare occasions.

Tell me lies
there is so little
other good
to go 'round
now.

Call it fiction,
or whatever,
if lies cull the wrong smells
in your mind.

But tell me only
a few good things
and I won't ask
for any
supporting pictures,

just tell me good
tell me sweet good lies
sweet lies.

Monday, September 8, 2014

A Balance



for all my years,
young years and more,
I thought

thought long
and that all peace
was a balance,

and not just that,
but an equal balance
all rounded and well.

Not the this
that really holds the pots
and lids together today
and has always
kept with all their weight
in water
from boiling over.

Real quiet,
or maybe it is just waiting,
is now just taking some life over death
in favor of what should be.

that is what keeps the masses
from strangling each other
so long
as no anyone
cannot make everyone happy

so long as someone loses
is it better to hold
hold us down
by our throats so we never get the upper grasp
that we'd abuse all the same
if for nothing more than getting even

everywhere we free
so much payback flows forth
how far does the betrayal run
and could it all be solved by just a major acting out
or would we end all freedoms by letting all bonds fall

dreams are dreams
and always

realities are real
and always fall a bit short
but live themselves out

dreams seem at best
slowly woven in
despite all my pleasure
in making them

like the real balance
that holds boulders
tight to the sides of mountains

stability
over gravity
in all we are
is sadly all we sometimes
are

ready to fall
at any moment