Poetry2ponder's Blog

Step outside yourself,
Consider things you would not consider.

Step into yourself,
Stop roaming through your mind.

Take a trip to my Reality,
that you may see another side of existence.

Step into your Reality,
that you may fully utilize your sustenance.

Live beyond yourself,
that you might find me.

Live within yourself,
that you might live beyond yourself.

Live,
so that you might experience. . . (me, yourself).

Steadfast is the wind that guides my ship towards the horizon, to a destination unknown.
Battered and exhausted are the sailors who do not know where the ship is blown.
A mutinous bunch, they overtake the captain, and tie him to the main mast.
For days, to the north we sail, for we do not know how long the storm will last.
And time goes so slowly when standing on the deck and there’s nothing you can do.
It is so disheartening to know that there is a plan, but you haven’t got a clue.
And the second mate rings the bell in the morning to call all hands on deck.
The storm has cleared, though all our minds had been left a wreck,
From sitting at sea, surrounded by water, with water below and water falling down
And hearing only waves, wind and the thunderous rain — no other sounds.
Though we tried to avoid the storm, it blew us off course,
Though we tried to stay warm, we had no recourse.
Asleep in my mind, I dream of crashing upon land,
Awake, I’m adrift, floating in God’s hands.

Coffee
Light, dark
Bold, sweet
Brewing brooding
Intensifying introspection
And propelling pensive reflection
Rendering irrelevant previous perceptions.

Let me taste your wisdom, traveler.
Let me sip lessons from your bitter tales.
I will soothe you with sugar and nourish you with milk.
Let me comfort your acidic soul.

My death will be unknown.
No one will weep; no one will know.
No flowers on a headstone.
No one will ever find my bones.

I’ll take my death quietly, in stride.
Though a sinner, I have nothing to hide.
People won’t even know that I’m gone.
I’ll disappear like the stars at dawn.

A mystery forgotten is what they’ll remember,
Like why does January come after December,
Like how the fog floats away on a hot summer day.
I’ll be the dreams in your head before starting each day.

I will be the melted snow in the streams.
My death will be life, as strange as it seems.

Destiny in a drop of sunlight
Vivid colors of birds in flight
Flowers bright orange and pointed
Soft blue ones, by god anointed
Eucalyptus trees, cure our disease
Sympathetic rain, feel our pain
Let us lay in the grass
Hold us as we watch time pass
Leave us a place to rest in the soil
Let us sleep in your embrace after we toil.

(Destiny in a drop of sunlight
Breaking through the fear of the night)

War in bricks and the ruins of Rome
Unsettled peace in the boys sent home

Stirring the dust, helicopters shot down
Searching through dust, bloodied bullets are found.

Beautiful dichotomy of enemy and friend,
Twisted idolatry of money, country, and men.

Brothers in arms on both sides of the field,
The killing won’t stop til one side will yield.

Forced rhymes,
Is it a crime?
Time goes by in the blink of an eye.
Forced rhymes,
Is it a crime to create verbal slime?
To slander one’s message with nonsensical banter?
Concentrating on a consonant,
Or fixing on a vexing vowel,
How the words twirl of the tongue!
How they prance of the page, oh how
they elegantly howl and grizzly growl!
To dance without worry,
You’re not in a hurry.
To salsa and tango,
Oh how the time goes!
Forcing rhymes,
Without rhythmic times,
To rhyme without reason or meaning,
To float happily on a word with all of your being,
To rhyme to pass the time,
No, forced rhymes are no crime.

Love, you’ve got a monopoly on my heart,
But, girl, you’ve been trouble from the start.
I’m sorry if I caused you any pain,
But you spun like a twister around my brain.
I risked everything, despite your checkered past.
You sank my battleship, breaking my mast.
The nerf you have — turning my world of love into a world of war,
Crafting an operation to take out my core.
You’re a mastermind who doesn’t take chances,
But you touched my chess and gave me lingering glances.
Still you don’t dare connect,
For you’re afraid, I suspect.

Leftovers of a broken heart,
Chinese takeout in the fridge,
Wine glasses on the table.

And I forgot my jacket at her place.
And I smashed the picture framing her face.

I can’t listen to my favorite songs anymore.
They remind me of a girl who I once adored.

Eating Italian food cuts apart my heart.
This is the end, but I’m thinking of the start.

I remember holding hands and walking across the bridge you didn’t think was stable.
I remember the movie we watched. You said the man reminded you of Clark Gable.

Leftovers of a broken heart,
Her toothbrush in my bathroom,
Her hair in my shower.

Years ago, thought I’d be your groom,
but these dreams did depart,
and misery grows each hour.

This flower never bloomed. Like an errant dart,
spring missed it’s mark, and my sweetness turned sour.

Leftovers of a broken heart,
how did you get your start?
Loves’ memories
Give me heart disease.

There is no more sincerity in today’s serendipity.
There is no more spontaneity on stage.

Severed, separated appendages
Dance for the dame.
On the other side of the flame
Silhouettes doing pirouettes.

Laughing at the jesters joking
With tongues they use for tripping
The fools whose folly festers
Feeding Frankensteins and Uncle Festers.

Dreading disappointing,
Devils disavowing,
Tragedies disallowing,
The creature creates a character.

Stepping over egg shells
Never moving himself
In the mind, there is a path
But in reality, there is no map.

So sullen Sonny sits
Quietly inquisitive
Never daring to declare
Looking away so he won’t care.

Filling the void is the victor villain
Vanquishing shattered shells
Moving to the beat of the bells
The victor villain fulfills himself.

Not concerned with cares inconsequential
His treatment is clearly preferential
And yet this is the liar, who sits beside the fire
Faking his affection frequently for his gain and his protection.
This is the victor villain vanquishing the creature cretin, collaborating with criminals, obscene and profane.
This is the victor villain who claims he has water in a drought, who claims there is refreshment soothing and he is the spout, who claims that there is buried treasure and he is the route.

The victor villain will professionally profess all the most sincere things in jest.
He will connive and convince, contort and distort, surely saying sweet somethings

But this is the lie and the fraud, the prick pretending to be pious, the lover who loves another.

So this is what I mean when I state in my hurried, hateful, hoarse, heckling rant
That sincerity has been stolen from serendipity surreptitiously and as a substitution stands “sincere” one night stands.