Dead End

he came back
when the sky was crying
and said a speech
we were supposed to understand
and by the time the water turned
he was long gone
evaporated
with a residue of truth
well, if I got it
I never let on
and with new life
the dead end where we’d begun
the climb

under the forest canopy
you just might join me
if you could just find me

he came back
when the sky was friendly
but didn’t preach
what we couldn’t stand
and by the time the candle burned
we were long gone
carbon-dated
with the residue of youth

well, if I got it
I never let on
and with new life
the dead end where we’d begun
the climb

          

           

Copyright L.M. 2008.

Quiver

you stood there
watching me
wondering, wondering
and I stood behind
an average face
quivering

I’ve always wanted to see
the other side of me
and it’s okay
if you don’t understand
what I mean

I took a walk
and I didn’t look behind
because I didn’t want to see
just what you wanted me to

how dare you leave me breathless
on this road, quivering
these words I sing are meaningless
and they leave me quivering
quivering

and when you asked me
I said
more than you wanted me to

I took a walk
and I didn’t look behind
because I wouldn’t let you see
what you mean to me

how dare you leave me breathless
on this stage, quivering
these words I sing are meaningless
and they leave me quivering

quivering
more than you wanted me to

        

       

Copyright L.M. 2008.  (written January 20th, 2008.).

Slate Grays

my hands are dry and rough from working
my eyes are small and used to squinting
my stature average, verging on petite
I have thin skin and veiny feet
my complexion’s poor, my tone is pale
genes say my bones will be quite frail
I have no nails as they are weak
my voice is too high when I speak
my mother thinks my hair’s too long
I think all compliments are wrong
I’m a sceptic, sometimes too much so
though I try to be fair to friend and foe
my opinions strong, my manner shy
in public you’ll never see me cry
in private I keep emotions tame
my anxiety has that cause to blame
I hate to shop, but buy a lot
no place could ever be too hot
I dislike snow, I dislike cold
I’m terrified of getting old
I have good friends who understand
I’m always later than I plan
I’m sensitive, and feel more pain
than I let off, or care to explain
I never intentionally drink alcohol
and for this, flunk social protocol
I dislike freckles, and have a bunch
I bend, I slouch, I slump, I hunch
I get depressed but never treat
I just stay up late and never eat
somehow, I’ve seemed to manage this wreck
to keep my addictive tendency in check
though these faults I easily admit
I’d like to think there’s some good to it
I’ll never regret the time departed
for when I love, I love whole-hearted

    

      

Copyright L.M. 2008.

A Lull

it’s sometimes pleasant, you know
cutting my heart open with letters
signalled from God? Fate? me?
I tear away at words
and that they hate is good
because it concerns them all
and fortune will fall into the lap
of those who understand it
so sleep away
nestled amongst stars
sought for by none, but wanted
and a step along tells me
that I have indeed come aways
so that I am tired should not surprise
a lull should be enough
clustered into a mimosa
is all I am
and, I’m afraid, all I’ll ever be

   

   

Copyright L.M. 2007. (written a few months ago as well as the next few I’m posting).

Clips

Here are some clips of things I saved looooooooong ago.

sleepy sleepy quiet and weepy
wand’ring, floating over land
turn me o’er so you can’t see me
i don’t think you’d understand            

My horns have shifted still I hold my head up where are you my angel whose smile lifts me up..i need you but i don’t need anyone

i’d like a pancake pillow upon which i’d sleep, to silence the sizzle with rest in the deep          [this was initiated because I’d often thought pancakes would make great pillows…..] 

             

from the boy who wonders to the man who thinks and a father who knows….. 
         to the man who snuggles with a dream when in reality grasps only a wrinkled sheet          

        

       

it’s all about the ducks. except the part that’s all about the sea turtles.

       

                        

when my cat is staring at my coat, i wonder what he’s thinking

when my cat is staring at the powerbar cord an inch from his face, i wonder what he’s thinking

when my cat is staring at the bare wall an inch from his face, i wonder what he’s thinking

    

how I love my half orange. Almost as much as my little fluffy thing.  Almost as much as my magic mouse.           [??!!]

          

         

knowledge sought on the subject of that which is disliked yields a greater appreciation of life

      

ahh to be a jangling bag of body parts…..                   [again:  ??!!]

     

neko o tabemasu! taihen oishii desu!

a lost crumpet in a sea full of breadstuff                                                              [followed by:]
i think that metaphor was more complicated than it was worth…..!                  [haha]

   

i’m a sexy vixen ;)….. and I just fell down the stairs. 

        

darn you, Glosette raisins! you will single-handedly beat my will-power to bits….. very yummy, chocolatey, raisiny bits…..                                                                                                                          [my weakness is chocolate, so sue me! ha]

              

seeding started: check. litterbox cleaned: check. shower: check. studying: ….. what do you think?

fast/junk food diet: check. extra 10 pounds from procrastinating: priceless.

       

note to tummy: please stop craving cinnaparts when you are stuffed and hurty

          

           

I held a shell up to the Sun

brushed away the hardened sand

sending light into the water

and I was calm

I took a flower in my hand

let the dew drip from the petals

into my open palm

and I was calm

           

            

So there you have it…… an amalgamation of random notes, messages, insights, outsights.  haha

I’m not entirely sure why I decided to do this, but once I started, I couldn’t seem to stop.  Well, there you go! 

Hanging On (2005)

I cannot say I’m pleased
repetition is, however, foreseeable
and I did not foresee
a failure on my part for feeling
the rudimentary error of my species
a mistake Mother Nature corrected with the others
and hoping
a moronic faux-pas in this century
if I collapse, you’ll understand
for I’ve forgotten what is new
and I’ll remember the old
all over again so it is once more fresh and disturbed

tiny speckled thoughts of random
tear me away into bliss
but sharp jabs in my side remind me
such cringing should be my guest
it heralds not impossibility
and speaks with the ancient eyes
so why do I feel so lost and helpless
when my stage continues to grow
and my crowd fights it out amongst themselves
this mantle is silent but near implosion
with albums of fear and hatred and ignorance
weighing down on the chance for sustainment
but bricks are strong
and though the weight is mighty
it keeps me afloat somehow
my worries only feelings
those rancid add-ons to our faulty line

Copyright L.M. 2007.