butterfly without a care

she flits upon my deepest wounds
a butterfly without a care
hesitation taunts my doubts
what's wrong with me, why won't she share?

but she was not even aware...

-October 12, 2008

if the phone would ring

if the phone would ring, would I answer
or would I stare at it wondering why
or would I sleep through the sound I long to hear
afraid it's another good-bye

if the phone would ring, would I remember
or would I distract myself with a pie
or would I run away to some place all alone
waiting for this body to die

is my heart already dead
silence echos in my head
and ambivalence rules my time

all the words I may have said
like some ancient moldy bread
linger petrified within rhyme

it doesn't seem to matter
connections breaking down
redundancy becoming
the death of a clown
and no one seems to notice
like the homeless on the street
step aside and carry on with life
there's no one here to meet
or greet

if the phone would ring, would I pick up
or would I forget I can even try
or would I ignore the sound that I long to hear
afraid it's another good-bye

if the phone would ring, would I even notice
or would I play with myself on the fly
or would I linger longer some place all alone
waiting for this body to die

is my heart already dead
silence echos in my head
and ambivalence rules my time

all the words I may have said
like some ancient moldy bread
linger petrified within rhyme

it doesn't seem to matter
reflections of a frown
a life alone becoming
the death of a clown
and no one pays attention
like the homeless on the street
step aside and carry on with life
there's no one here to meet
or greet

and still as silent as the deafest ears can hear
a soft refrain in a cold mist slowly echos near
is it hope for something thought to be left far behind
or is it just another pill meant to cure my ailing mind

if the phone would ring, would it matter
there is no way to be sure
the phone can ring somewhere else now
I don't have one any more
I don't have one any more

2004-02-12

broken mold

and who sings you to sleep today
who fills your night with song
how much life gets in the way
do you find where you belong?

does he get to you where you are most true
would he die for you if you needed him to
would he give up everything and let himself go
guess if you never ask, you don't need to know

so who sings you to sleep tonight
who fills your night with song
do you ever feel something is missing
do you ever feel something is wrong?

that's alright, you be a good girl
listen to the man and do as you're told
be all you are part of the human world
the best we can do is get old

dreams can't be bought, but they can be sold
dreams you can buy aren't worth nothing
it's best we do as we're told

compromise may be good for the soul
unless it's the song that you sing
that has to be sold

when you're left out in the cold
you don't want the broken mold
it's best to do as we're told

October 8, 2008

A rhyme

you seem to want to fit me into your life
the question is where and how far
how much time and space are you prepared to share
after all, penetration is not something to be taken lightly

though humor is my favorite sword and shield
it is also filled with great insight and is my saving grace
sanity is maintained by finding it everywhere
i wonder where you find yours
and what lives (or dies) behind your closed doors

i might say i almost feel comfortable with you
but i must admit i feel comfortable anywhere
i wonder if i still flinch at the thought of unconditional trust
after all, suicide is not something to be taken lightly

within the humor lies a simple puzzle
though still intricate and as complex as you want it to be
peace lives deep within the irreverence
i wonder where you find yours
and what lived (or died) during your past wars

shall we ignore the attraction?
say it is all in my mind?
sometimes safety in numbers is still not as safe
as staying alone

shall we ignore the affection?
say we don't want to give?
sometimes shutting down is still not as safe
as going all in

when you are at that point where you can say
what have i got to lose that i haven't lost already
you might give up and just wait alone to die
or share the superficial already dead inside
or just go for the sharing one more time
unconditional trust and honest love
that is a rhyme

you seem to want to find a way to rhyme with me
the question is how and how much
how much time and space are you prepared to share
after all, imitation is not something to be taken lightly

though logic is my favorite song and dance
it is also filled with great mystery and controversy
consciousness is maintained by finding it everywhere
i wonder where you find yours
and what lives (or dies) behind your closed doors

when you are at that point where you can say
what have i got to lose that i haven't lost already
you might give up and just wait alone to die
or share the superficial already dead inside
or just go for the sharing one more time
unconditional trust and honest love
i'll go for unconditional trust and honest love
one more time...
that is a rhyme

-September 7, 2008