everything I say
i've learned about living,
you already know
you've already heard
my words are like wallpaper
my words are like gray cement floors
you don't even meet my eyes with yours
you are onto another face or place
move your body to another space
yesterday driving down
open country roads
with the radio off and only hearing
my own head
I knew I could tell you what I know,
knew I could say the words with
all my heart behind them
knew you would still give me that blank stare
knew that to really know
you have to lay yourself open
even when it hurts too much to see.
ksaint
Saturday, February 28, 2009
#28 Mary 2009
Carved
Words fly
Landing nowhere
Blank slate
Hearts cry
Sweet stare
Readily wait
Poets die
Lovers share
Timeless fate
Words fly
Landing nowhere
Blank slate
Hearts cry
Sweet stare
Readily wait
Poets die
Lovers share
Timeless fate
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Coming Home
there is much to be said about coming home
after a long time away from the big, old empty house
that seems to groan "I missed you"
as you cross the threshold, road-weary,
dragging suitcases up the stairs
the cats are dancing at your feet
you throw open windows to clear the air
birds begin to mysteriously gather on the rail
somehow noting the movement of your
figure crossing the room to fetch a cip of tea,
to just sit and take notice,
the delicious pleasure of the familiar.
ksaint
after a long time away from the big, old empty house
that seems to groan "I missed you"
as you cross the threshold, road-weary,
dragging suitcases up the stairs
the cats are dancing at your feet
you throw open windows to clear the air
birds begin to mysteriously gather on the rail
somehow noting the movement of your
figure crossing the room to fetch a cip of tea,
to just sit and take notice,
the delicious pleasure of the familiar.
ksaint
#26 Mary 2009
If Only
Doubts linger
Fading revives
Continual sequence
Reliving moments
Decisions inspected
Universally flawed
Roads unexplored
Seem greener
Pastures ahead
Dreams flow
Ebbing away
Longing days
Never known
Doubts linger
Fading revives
Continual sequence
Reliving moments
Decisions inspected
Universally flawed
Roads unexplored
Seem greener
Pastures ahead
Dreams flow
Ebbing away
Longing days
Never known
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
#25 Mary 2009
Win The Game
Trapped by the past
Burdened baggage clings
Saddled spirits creep
Lethargic echoes of frustration
Relaxation soothes souls
And mends minds
Open and suggestible
Changing habits into happiness
Dreams become reality
Hello to goodbye
Fly free toward the future
Trapped by the past
Burdened baggage clings
Saddled spirits creep
Lethargic echoes of frustration
Relaxation soothes souls
And mends minds
Open and suggestible
Changing habits into happiness
Dreams become reality
Hello to goodbye
Fly free toward the future
Ash Wednesday
a fat gray cat with a pink collar
sits in the green wicker chair
pissing off the squirrel in a tree
who curses in a foreign tongue
what snow was left melts away
displaying the winter-ravaged
yard, the naked soil,
the piney, prickly dead things
dried and broken
dust I am
dust I shal return
as sure as the snow will melt
the cat moves on
the squirrel descends
finds sustenance
among the dead.
ksaint
sits in the green wicker chair
pissing off the squirrel in a tree
who curses in a foreign tongue
what snow was left melts away
displaying the winter-ravaged
yard, the naked soil,
the piney, prickly dead things
dried and broken
dust I am
dust I shal return
as sure as the snow will melt
the cat moves on
the squirrel descends
finds sustenance
among the dead.
ksaint
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