NonSimplicity

Passion of weeds

or love like a rose?

What do we sow

and whoever knows?

Typical symbols

of storybooks told-

chasing a rainbow,

looking for gold.

Greener pastures,

brighter days-

yonder where the sun doth play.

Maybe what we want to see

isn't always there,

hidden in a secret garden

along with other dreams ditched without care.

A castle for one

A bridge for another.

A fighting soldier

and star crossed lovers,

a distant friend

or a terrible foe-

where our life takes us

nobody knows.

Coupled with love

doubled with hate

Whichever we choose

is another man's fate.

None the Same

I came across a man one day

And it seemed he had a lot to say

But it was only spoken with his eyes

For his voice was compromised

Through catching glance

He conveyed by chance

A love he had not gained

Looking back it was such a shame

A marvelous fellow

Although rather mellow

His smile overwhelmed one’s heart

Only then till he fell apart

For when sorrow took place

It appeared on his face

And his demeanor was as grey as the rain

But he loved her all the same

The man with telling eyes

Never could find a deflector or disguise

As the love he could never achieve

Became his swollen grief

Everyone could tell

The pain he could not quell

It ate him up inside

This love he never denied

But one he could not attain

For she loved him none the same

Passerby

A statue stood in front of me

not quite the image I thought to see

for when I looked upon it's face

there was a mirrored image in it's place

But looking upon this molded stone

I realized it was all alone

except for I looking on I

yet I seemed to be just a passerby

Hardly recognizing what I saw

it seems I stood there in great awe

not because it was nearly artistic perfection

but due to the lack of knowing my own reflection

Open Book

Looking through a different lens

than most people do

the message that I comprehend

is something meant for you

and if only you would take a look

you'd view my thoughts quite clearly

because I'm like an open book

and it only takes a query

to make me disclose what I see

it only takes time to behold it...
Oh what you could see!
And it all begins with me.

Fighting Yourself

I won't.
But maybe...
I could?
No!
Yet...
Slipping falling
heart is calling,
waging war
without keeping score,
on the sleeve
yet I don't believe,
not wanting
emotions haunting...
Holding back,
gave some slack,
shouldn't ever-
now or never.
Love the divide,
can't decide.
Leaning toward
going forward
maybe I could...
maybe you would...
feel something?
Anything.
Maybe there's a possibility?
And if not oh well-
best to not dwell.

The Prince and His Girl

A story told

it sounds like gold,

the tale is worth a tell.

A girl in a castle

seems such a hastle

to a prince doing all too well,

he's loaded with coins

he's girded his loins

he'll fight till the monster doth fail-

then the girl will come running,

looking most stunning

in a white dress and matching veil.

For the two, a happy life,

a husband and his wife-

in the end love doth prevail!

I'm Doing Just Fine On My Own

What do you do when the world turns on you
do you sit back and watch things explode?
What do you say at the end of the day
when you're mad but there's nobody home?

You tell a lie to yourself in your head
then you revise what you said in your head

Do you need anybody?
I'm doing just fine on my own
Don't you want anybody?
Can't people just leave me alone...

What do you think at the end of the week
when everything has gone all wrong?
What might you do when a problem's in view
do you turn and run the other way?

You tell a lie to yourself in your head
then you revise what you said in your head
you tell a lie to yourself in your head
to yourself
in your head.