Fiefdom

A credentialed man with a reasoned plan is easiest to follow

But what to do when his words come through and are difficult to swallow

Do you tow the line cause the rest is fine or cry for insurrection

Do you simply coat a now threatened throat with the sweetest of confections

 

Will the forming shoals deep within your soul still allow a good night’s sleep

Will you make a stand put a direct hand to ensure your oaths will keep

Will the tales you told of the streets of gold become a mocking farce

Will you hide in sight taken with the fright that your statements may be parsed

 

Just what does it take to admit mistakes when a thing has gone awry

When you’re faced with facts it feels like attacks so therefore you must deny

Can you still locate why you still fixate does it uphold your intentions

Does your leaders cunning guarantee a shunning if you speak about dissention

 

You have lost your mind in a search to find the most comforting of logic

You refuse to bend as the world’s ways wend and your rendered hypnagogic

You perceive just phases and you cling to phrases that preserve your way of life

So you march along to the blaring song of a tarnished broken fife

Distinguishable Marks

Admit it you think of me

From time to time

When yelling at traffic

Or thinking of rhymes

 

There is no denying

I leave an impression

Sometimes with wise words

Sometimes rampant obsession

 

It’s so very subtle

The ways I can stick

Like a touching song lyric

Or a bludgeoning brick

 

I’m much like a velvet

Often very soothing

But when rubbed the wrong way

You may be left brooding

 

I am rather imperfect

But also a gas

If you want to match wills

You’d better think fast

 

You may try to discard me

Or leave me behind

But much to your dismay

I’ll still creep in your mind

 

Whether our time was sweet

Or a time you regret

The fact still remains

You will never forget

Mesh

When the aching gets to be too much

When you’re folded, frayed and fraught

You sift through the streams of passion

For that spark that never caught

You carefully devise a plan

To see that it ignites

But once the flicker fizzles out

You are plunged back into night

Blind again to all that sits

Well within your reach

You see it as a tragedy

And lose what it could teach

You’re better than a waiting game

You’re worth more than a tumble

You carefully reset your traps

And straight into them stumble

Living in Secret

We walk each living day

With self imposed occlusions

To conceal the parts of us

Wearing scars from life’s contusions

Battered on the inside

Smiling on the out

We long to be ourselves

But to our secrets we’re devout

 

Relinquish

Even sparkling eyes, in the dark, won’t shine but the stars reflect so brilliantly

And her broken parts shed a single tear that she wipes away resiliently

The sound of breath drawing through her teeth punctuates her burden

An evolution from her swooning sighs but she was more demure then

Now she faces you wearing question marks on an unexpectant face

There’s a pack of thoughts swarming in your mind, none of which are worth the chase

So you focus in on her smirking lips as full of spite as pout

And you pull the cork from your bottled soul and finally let it out

Learning the Hard Way

As deep a slice can go

Without nicking the bone

Gestating old emotions

I thought I had outgrown

 

So comical the turn

I’ve naught to do but laugh

Always trudging forth

On so elliptical a path

 

I know not who I am

I know not what I know

A pattern deeply rutted

So upward I must go

 

Can’t say I haven’t learned

The message all too clear

Now it’s time to ascertain

If I’m really here

Rounded Edges

It was then I realized

I wanted seawalls

And sandbags

While you wished for the torrent

To wash you away

Just for the chance to make a new you

Again

 

You had no idea how deeply I felt

I had no idea I had hidden it from you

I chose to feel your cruelty rather than my guilt

For somewhere deep inside

I knew the next wave would wash it away

 

The hard edges would become dreamy sea glass

The muted jewels of the sea

The carelessness of man

Made beautiful

With friction and time

Worn down in the waves

So a clear view of the world couldn’t hurt us any longer

 

Each wave thunders upon the shore

To sync up our hearts to its rhythm

To spare us the rampant drumming

We force upon ourselves

By falling in love

Hoarder

Descending this abyss I’ve built

Ripe for excavation

It brims with muck I’ve cast aside

And yearns for sanitation

 

Somehow walls have been erected

And countless doors locked up so tight

I’m going to need some heavy tools

To really do this right

 

Rusted rotting iron

With no hole for a key

I’m forced to sit and ponder

How old these rooms could be

 

What lies beyond the welded doors

With what can they be broken

Just what lies in wait for me

Once they are finally open

 

Each door feels like a memory

Though I cannot place it

Perhaps these barriers remain

For I’ve not the strength to face it

 

I feel my way through endless halls

Each door like solid rock

And finally it comes to me

So I ball my fist and knock

 

 

 

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