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I see you sitting there, adorning a scarf.
Your precious profile, your chin, your cheek
As you turn toward me with a thoughtful gaze,
giving the nod of consent that I seek.
I notice your stature, your presence, your form
Present with all gracefulness and charm
Knowing that you have seen me here,
Any angst I have you disarm.
The fabulous people, are they real, they don't own toilets.
When you cough they stare, when you stumble they glare.
They wake up in suits and their socks are pressed ironic.
The all got it together people, the ones you hate,
the TV people, who in restaurants choose the right glass.
For whom toilet paper is a mystery and combs a wild guess,
walk around in fantasy.
Their uncle died last week.
Pension Fund
I wish I had a wishing well;
I’d hang on it a silver bell
and when the people came to spend
their hard-earned cash for what it vends,
the chimes would sound to let me know
before the evening sun’s aglow.
And after they’ve all gone away,
or just before the break of day,
I might go out and harvest it
not looking like a total tit.
They say pity comes with sadness, I disagree.
I say it comes with heart, come and see.
The heart holds the sleeve and the sleeve holds me.
Come and take a look with me.
You say love has an angle, I might agree.
I've seen dust and angles, not much to see.
Take a look around, now look at me.
Come and hide your face with me.
Re-reading this thread and when I look over my own old posts, don't we all, I read them in the voice of Jim (old guy from Back to Future) from the old sitcom "Taxi" --- watch it sometime if ya don't know it, good show. Most of the writing is crap here, most of it mine, but there is some good stuff, and that is where it's at. I don't believe in working on writing anything really. It's either there or it isn't, and usually it isn't.
Easiest thing in the world though is to dismiss a piece of writing and critique. Go ahead, I don't mind. This is all on the spot, no forethought from me, just a germ of a think. Write better stuff if ya can. Go ahead, I welcome it.
My brother Jim, he smiles.
He has done miles.
Studied mathematics like a bird.
Listened quietly to every word.
Fell down, we got sad.
And how I wish I had what he had.
A brain unlike most you'll meet.
A stranger on the street.
My brother Jim.
No one is like him.
An expression of love comes and goes, comes and flows, like that thing you forgot.
You forgot that thing. I found it, full of dust.
It was laughing, that silly thing, had dents, and winked.
I think that was what we think we thinked.
Then the train came by, and there was the sky.
That "fark?"ing sky, all blue and dumb.
I drank some clouds and dreamed of numb.
Tell me I am trivial.
Estrogen and androgen
May help us want to be
Together. So? Life aims to win
And teases merrily.
We are snobs you and me and I,
Saviors, heart achers.
The day is on its way.
It's gonna smell bad.
Like this piece of, well whatever the hell this is.
One last chance
Cramming dance
Bonding, sharing
Like romance
How?
Somehow, it started,
some other how, it ended,
and I don’t know how.
Flower
A winter's thaw,
produces a blooming flower.
Frozen in place,
from the cold's return.
Sweetly smiling,
under the heat of the sun.
Lover's Prayer
Allow my spirit to rise,
On the diaphanous wings of your love,
And soar like an eagle,
To heaven.
The sun painted the sky
And I watched it
Bleed across
Helplessly like the love I
Feel in my soul
For you, my God.
Hallow emptiness rings
like the chimes
blowing in
the winter wind.
A sad
and lonely song
played for
a small soul.