InhaleCopyright DEC 11, 2008 Word count: 67Can't quite tell you where this one came from...just couldn't get the words to leave me alone until they were on paper.Do not hold your breath for meI have not drifted gently into the etherI am here, kicking and feralSave me from the poignant pause...that oh-so-careful hesitation...I know what you're thinking,eyes cannot guard their tongues so wellYou hold my rose behind your backand reach out with the other handearnest, supportive, sincere,but I.Am.Still.Here.And I don't think you'll find what you're expecting...and you may well turn blue before I do.
Words To A FriendCopyright APR 7, 2009 Word count: 122This one just amuses the heck out of me (not so much the circumstances that brought it about, but the phrasing). Believe it or not, almost all of this poem came directly from my side of a messenger conversation with a friend going through a rough patch...as I typed the words, I could feel them just rolling around , clicking like marbles in my head, and it all came together. I dedicate this to Heidi M. -- who should know better...and does. LANGUAGE ADVISORY.Bullshit.I'm sorry. Let me rephrase.Bull. SHIT!Settling is settling. It is not noble. It is not honest. It is not real.It's a slow death and you know it.It's gasping for air in a plastic bag.It's the osterich, head underground, and a lion tearing chunks from its ass.You clutch at shadows, as others catch the flame...missing what isn't there.Take a breath, make your choice,and run with it like a kid with a kite.Hold up your head. No one recognizes their soul mate by their shoes.And one last thing.Even when The Big Bad Wolf attacks Red Riding Hoodand eats her grandmother...In the end, when it matters, SHE'S still the one wearing his skincasually around her shouldersin the same place she once wore her cloak.