The Week

How I long for you

How I need you

How I wish it were Friday

But it is a Monday

And whatever the case

I am suffering from it

Monday means I am far away

As far away from you as I can be

It brings a sadness that shadows the sun

Like the pursuing rain clouds

Those always seem to be following me

Especially on a Monday

Tuesday much of the same

One word comes to mind

“Lame”

Tuesday is Monday without the football

Wednesday is referred to as “hump day”

I struggle up the seemly swelling lump of a hump

You would think that scaling down would be easy

There is this obstacle in the way

It is called; Thursday

By today I say “happy thirsty Thursday”

A drink, the only way I can make it through

Now a Friday is as strange of a day as can be

I still have to raise and be there on time

Where ever there might be

Only today

The necktie is loosened a bit

I truly feel like I come make it

Thank god its payday

This will keep me alive at least till you have returned

I see something in the horizon

I cannot believe my eyes

My love!

How I have missed you while you were away

Please come in and this time wouldn’t you stay

Beauty at its Best

A flower blooms

A cloud cries

A mother’s growing womb

A baby bird spreads its wings and flies

A midnight moon gloom

A clear morning sky sunrise

How magnificent the world is

A breezy mist from the crashing sea

A shady flourishing apple tree

A Stunning mountain scenery

A busy bumble bee

How beautiful the world is

A child’s innocent laugh

A changing of the leaves

A towering long slender giraffe

A helping hand to relieve

Following your own path

A reason to believe

How wonderful the world is

Inside My Mind

Inside my mind

I find I hide

But…

I have no way out

                              Inside my mind

                              I do comply still then I defy

                              But…

                             I am so worn out

                                                       Inside my mind

                                                       Things are awry and outside I imply
                                                       
                                                        I am fine

                                                       But…

                                                       You will never figure me out

                             Inside my mind

                             I try to cry

                             But…

                             Not a tear comes out

Inside my mind

I tell a lie then hang you out to dry

But…

You never rat me out

                               Inside my mind

                               There lives a guy who hits me all the time

                               But…

                               He never knocks me out

                                                                     Inside my mind

                                                                     I feel like I could die, sigh

                                                                     But…

                                                                     You will never find out why

Inside my mind

I say good bye

For one last time

I fasten this black tie

Around my neckline

Then apply

Enough force for me to suffocate and die

I open my eyes wide

And I cry

But…

Then it feels like I can fly

I found a way out

lost

The dream is over

I do not believe anymore

I do not conceive

I can become anything

I can become nothing

I became something

It was not what I wanted

Yet I do not know what it is I want

So how can I know where to go from here?

How can I go forward if I do not know which way I am facing?

I do still believe

I believe in me

I am just afraid

Afraid of what I do not know

I am afraid at this very moment

As I write this line

That at a quarter to nine

I will still not arrive

At the reason of why I am even alive

the little horse is newlY by E.E. Cummings

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Rocky Maivia

To my fatty, Rocky Maivia

Rocky my vida

My best friend until the end

The baby boy this is your Papa

The Rock and roller

With an open shoulder and heart

Unconditional love

Wears paws not gloves

Answers “ruff” when I have had a rough day

I say “stay”, yet love does not listen

But everything will be alright with a couple of kisses

Just what I have been missing

I miss you

I miss all your hair

Everywhere

It is not anywhere

Anymore

I miss the way you snore

I miss your drooling and begging for food

I miss picking up your shit which I never thought I would

I miss you wagging your body for me

For no reason other than you are happy to see me

From the morning, afternoon to the night

I wish you were near

I wish you were here

ON

On and on

On he kept on

Cautious in his technique

But on and on

On he kept striving

Silent when he speaks

on and on

On he kept talking

Strong in his beliefs

And on and on

On he kept praying

Struggling with money

Yet on and on

On he kept starving

Looking to the stars

On and on and on

He kept dreaming

On and on

On he kept on

A Glass of Half

Half of a glass

Gloom and doom alas?

Delight and light surpass?

What rest within your glass?

Wine from a vine so divine it is hard to define

Or ale from a pale that is stale and simply fails

Chose a side of thine to uphold and abide

To wail your tale in detail atop of a bale

When you see the sun, do you shun away

Or come out to play

When you glance at blood, do you fret?

Or just the opposite

When the rains, does it pour?

Or do you reach for the door and go out and explore

As for me on all three I say yes

All are crucial for life to exist

As for my glass

It is not half full

It is not half empty

It simply has something inside

For me that is enough

youth and greed By Wolfsheim

she once was 17 but she never fall in love

because she never felt the same

like the other ones at school

like all the other boys and girls around

misery - talk to me

youth and greed - walk with me

now she's 33 but there isn't anything

the really changed in her life

not a moment not a while

she is married, bore a child

growing old, growing older all the time

and she cries

a whining sound slips from her mouth

trapped in here and no way out

wait a while - wait a while

mommy's pills will bring you to the other side

wait a while - wait a while

daddy's razor-blades will make you feel so fine