karmachik
she left my heart
laying there
a puddle of yuck
and hurt and love
and sorrow and joy
and pain and beauty
all jumbled up into a
giant, messy, gross, disgusting
puddle.
how will i ever
clean up this mess?
Tthe demonstration he was giving was so boring, it nearly put me to sleep. That is, until the handsome demonstrator looked right at me and gave a me a smile and a wink, and did a little call me sign. Hmm...maybe I should have listened to what he was saying after all.
i haven't got a clue
as to how this life
is supposed to play out
i do know
that i'm really tired, though
of trying to figure it out
this journey has been epic
the paths we have traveled were
interesting, difficult, fun, adventurous
not always happy, we journeyed together
i'd hoped for a love affair just as epic
as our journey together
but alas,
a friendship was all there was,
at best
i tried to make it enough
i failed
left without love nor friend
sometimes i miss our journey
i miss my friend
I watched the little girl pull her wagon down the sidewalk
the summer sun blushing her cheeks and dancing in her eyes.
She stopped every few feet, bent over, and stared
then perhaps would pick something up,
examine it, and deem it worthy of a ride in her wagon.
When she came near, I shouted to her,
"little girl, what are you collecting?"
She smiled big and held her open palm
up to the sky so I could see them.
"Treasures!" she exclaimed.
"I'm collecting treasures!"
she turned back toward her destination
and went about her way
her and her wagon-full of treasures.
dance little puppet
dance
jump little minion
jump
through the hoops
everyone
do what i say
and perhaps i will give you
the attention that you crave
i do as she asks
eager for my reward
but instead she gives
me more of the same
and i realize that this
clown mask
has permanently
stained my face
she laughed a joyous laugh
her wrinkled skin
decorated in brilliant colors
the yellow-ish gold beehive
spun carefully about her tiny head
looked like a crown
she was the queen of her universe
how wonderfully
life must have treated her
i felt pride and envy
simultaneously
what a beautiful soul
mending fences
broken fences
picket fences
jumping fences
pipe dreams
all of them
i'll stick to the fences of
barbed-wire
i've constructed around
my heart
she put herself below me
no matter how hard i tried
to bring up next to me
what i was
who i am
what i did
was always too much for her
constantly comparing herself
feeling smaller and smaller
so she fell farther and farther
below me
until the only way i could help her
was to leave
he played his accordion with passion
pushing and pulling the large instrument easily
as if he were guided by an other-worldly force
to most he looked ridiculous
cradling this monstrosity in his arms like a baby
but the look on his face
and the life that radiated in his eyes
spoke of his need to create
his melodies
smiling, our spirits connected
he knew that I understood
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