Journal Journal: the supporting roles
Maybe she were the reason. Maybe the early morning trip, excessive work, shitty pay, complicated lies.
Everyone else were playing better.
Everyone else who really matter.
Everyone else were playing better.
Everyone else who really matter.
Before we part
and you go your that way
while I stay
I ll write --
without borrowing rhymes,
with ease and grace
-- a few lines
A poem worthy of you
Everyone
owns a digicam
an ipod, a regular mp3 player
mobile phones with video playback and
a large screen display
a myspaceontheinternetdotcom
a blog, a random song
a blue-green story, an orange-white tail
writer wits, artist hands
dancer charms, godly fits
Everyone can tell a lie
write a poem,
with sweet timing and sweeter rhyms
and
scribble on leftover sheets
with a fading blue pen
She came in through the back door. There were only three of us in the room. There was some talk of significance, which did not involve me.
'I am not playing hard to get.'
She roams around, laughs, sings a song.... she whistles out of tune, lightens the room, silently types, and delayes her response. She laughs...
'Yes, I want you to stay. Stay.'
Hey,
Before you kill me
show me the color bomb
and show me how it
Explodes,
So I get used to it
And grow...
Us.
We get used to them
Grow imune to them
'Summer rains and black curls'
'mud feet and mango smiles'
sily Sally sings, and
he whistles out of tune
I let it get under my skin
write it down and read with re
on and on
We come here often, stopping for tea
and 'Please'
I ask... more
but can't say
As I read and read and read
some of this life and some of that
As we listen with intent, hanging eyes
without forming words
or facing fears
As I sit, and re...
again,
with added colors and twisted frames
I know what you mean
I know it so well...
as i say and write... or just let it breath
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