demons

May 31, 2007 at 12:07 pm (Uncategorized)

what’s ironic
is that
my desire for freedom
has
more to do with
future desires
than
current ones.
sigh.
deeper sigh.
inflict
a little now
or
a lot later?
(and why is that the question?)
welcome
back
to
dirt with pretty packaging.
who am I?

 

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Freedom.

May 31, 2007 at 12:03 pm (Uncategorized)

So frightened
of its absence.
makes me feel
slightly askew,
as it’s quite the
opposite of what
everyone
else
wants.
how do I
reconcile
my desire
with my
future fears?
choose love now,
or surety
of
liberty later?
…like trying to explain
God
to an atheist.

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Introspection

May 29, 2007 at 8:26 am (Uncategorized)

in the midst
of the voices,
lack of clarity,
second guessing,
and begging for signs,
I sit.
inside myself.
watching.
and I feel safe,
and able.

I’m listening.

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Roses are Red

May 5, 2007 at 11:11 am (Uncategorized)

Roses are red,
or so they say,
but do you ever wonder
how they got that way?
Was it the flush of love
from a random weed
or increased blood flow
from producing a seed?
Perhaps an abrasion
from a passer-by
or an allergic reaction
to the feet of a fly.
It may sound quite silly,
but think in your head.
What happened to that rose
to make it so red?

This was the result of being tagged on my other blog to write a poem beginning with the all-too-familiar first lines of Roses are red. And you know my rule. Every poem goes here. So. ya know. There it is.
G’day.
🙂

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