We’ve given you a choice.
You have no right to complain
Its as simple as day and night,
I won’t bother to explain.
One is garbage.
The other is clearly trash
This has sparkles and frosting.
That one is baited with cash.
And now we’ll serve you bullshit,
Skewered on a stick
Or would you rather have it baked
like a cake, three layers thick.
Its up to you
You have the freedom to decide
One or the other you must chose
From this decision you cannot hide.
You think there’s more to offer?
Things we do not show?
But we did not bring those choices to you
So how would you ever know!
An exterior ultrasound,
And an endoscopic Ultrasound
They tell me I was born with an extra thick pancreas…
I said “Gee Doc… I could have told you that.”
Music pours from your soul as
Liitle angels dance along your fingertips,
Moving digits to a melody yet to be created;
Never fretting, only feeling the groove
Of your instrument.
Up, down, across and over they gently work the neck
Feeling each note as it is made,
making each note as it is felt.
I see you
Walking through the mist of a lakeside morning.
The birds flutter and fly off as you stroll by.
Angelic silhouette piercing the blurring sky
A meandering gate, a step here, another there.
The way your hair falls, the bounce in your step.
It must be you.
But as you draw near I see it is not.
You have been gone a long time.
You would be old…different…like me.
But when I look at her
I see a little bit of you.
just enough to wonder
What would be you?
She likes to play out in the rain.
She’s in love again
But she doesn’t know his name.
Wins the world over with her smile.
She’s got charm
They fall in love with her style.
And she cries herself to sleep.
Then she slips into the deep.
I’ve grown older
But certainly not colder
In fact a bit bolder.
The more I know
The less I understand.
I try to read, but
The words have become blurred,
I cannot read them.
Not without help.
I rise from this lonely old bed to get my glasses. Knowing I’ve laid dormant for too long.
And when I read your book
Every word says the same to me.
The beauty, the pain… the anticipation, the disappointment… the exhilaration, the sadness…the unfettered joy; the pure celebration of another persons life.
All expressed with a twinkle of your eye, better than 100,000 words
You are so pretty I forget the pain of what no longer is
and vow to love again… if only for a moment