who would have known?
back to the drawing board…..
rain surrounding
a puddle of mud
where I lay
helplessly shamed
melancholic and merciless
I tie these beams
strength in hands only
unaware of hope
open to nothing
I’m not well
and I sang too much
under me lies ground
unfamiliar and true
the incubated sadness gutting me
sidles up and winks
such a jerk
and buries me in splashes
as he passes me
slamming fists in the mud
Copyright L.M. 2006.
under every pyramid
and bodies freshly tanned
finds the topic of my poem
it’s my tiny bag of sand
I can see it in my mind
like ideas newly planned
a little piece of Heaven
is my tiny bag of sand
people walk along the coastline
picking shells up in their hand
but they’ll never grasp the concept
of my tiny bag of sand
it’s my beauty, it’s my pleasure
it’s my way around the bland
it reminds me of a better day
my tiny bag of sand
Copyright L.M. 2007. (alternate end stanza:
it’s my beauty, it’s my pleasure
it’s my way around the bland
it reminds me of a better day
on vacation, far away
idolizing Hemingway
my tiny bag of sand )
Philosophy came early to me; I guess I always used to think a lot. When it came time to sharpen my pencil, I’d often stare at the sharpest tip I could make, and realize how it was still rounded. That’s when I came up with my Impossible Point idea. Of course, it wasn’t new, and it certainly wasn’t Earth-shattering. But it was at an early age, and without outside influence. I just thought a lot. I’d try to tell my friends (the ones who thought for themselves) and they would argue that no, I just wasn’t sharpening it enough. They didn’t get it.
It was through those eyes that I realized how things aren’t always as they seem; when under a magnifying glass, everything changes. Or, sometimes, it’s the exact opposite. Sometimes, when looking too hard, when focusing too much on something near, you miss the main picture — you entirely miss the point.
And it’s always important to see the point….. rounded or not.
under skin
you can feel
a heart beating fast
time slows and
you get a glimpse
of the glory behind
those angel eyes
someone said that
beauty fades
but you know it
just grows with age
catching leaves
as they fall
the sky is turning blue
give her a reason
to feel everywhere’s home
bring her hand to your lips
tell her there’s no other kiss
tell her there’s nothing more than this
your everlasting home
you love her, yeah
you breathe her
you want no more than
to be with her
one for marriage
two for birth
and every laugh line since
has been earned
you still love her yeah
you still breathe her
let her know you
that you, that you still need her
catching leaves
as they fall
the sky is turning blue
and if she asks you
if she’s still the one
you’ve one job left to do
give her a reason
to feel everywhere’s home
bring her hand to your lips
tell her there’s no other kiss
tell her there’s nothing more than this
your everlasting home
your everlasting home
Copyright L.M. 2007. (written a few months ago with the others…… yes, I know, cheesy. I don’t show this romantic side of me often for a reason! haha).
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