Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The Leap

I can hear myself scream
Falling, never landing, grasping at sunbeams
You have a choice
Said the Being without a voice
Drop your line in the pity parade
Take your spot on this crazy crusade
Not letting it show is stoic
Not facing up is not heroic
You will be haunted forever in troubled sleep
When you commit a failed attempt at the Leap

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The Damned

Searching for the Truth is my motor to propel
I realize now that I have been living under a spell
Nearly everyone abandoned me when my reputation fell
It was as if I was emitting some nasty kind of smell
You were always painting pictures and lying to dispel
How many ugly secrets do you truly wish to quell?
Guilt is powerful and you felt the need to compel
The forensics test indicated shame in my every cell
I know it is my fault so go ahead and yell
I'm running late so do it before the last bell
I think I know why you told me not to tell
You were just afraid that I would die and go to hell

Saturday, March 14, 2009

The Soft Side


I saw something the other day
That made me think I'm not as hard as I say
A little girl let out a squeal
After spying her dad who was to kneel
Running into her dad's open arms, no one could peel
Their embrace was genuine and REAL
Lump in throat, eyes brimming, don't want anyone to see
How this simple act completely unstitched me

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The Other Dark Side

When people stop giving a darn
I look for this short, beautiful cairn
This marks a special place for me
Where I can pretend that I am Free

I want to get away from those who rant and rave
Do they even care about this Life they save?
Until I know that I can behave
I spend my time in this dark cave

Do people turn to crime because they were not loved enough?
Or is it a fragmented sequence in their DNA stuff?

I want to feel normal
My condition appears to be hormonal

Who are you to take a Life?
I really want to be over this strife
Does this story end with a knife?
I still yearn to be a happy wife

"We all have two sides," says my friend Steven
It just makes sense to be balanced and to be even

I am a hibernating bat who wants woken
I want fixed, just tired of feeling broken

I am the bat who drank the PBR
Where you cannot see a single star