ComplainingWe are forever complainingComplaining in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and they are forever explaining.
When they speak anonymously, we ask for a name.
When they say their name, we put them to shame.
When they say something stupid, we question their validity.
When they speak intelligently, we tell of their stupidity.
When they go right, they must go left.
When they go left, it's always a threat.
When they are inside, they lose their sense.
When they're outside, the games commence.
When they want peace, they are all whimps.
When they declare war, we put them on the level of chimps.
When the flower blooms, it doesn't have enough color.
When the flower dies, we need them to p
The Battle of ConcordThe Battle of Concord in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who will fire first?
Who will awaken the worst?
There's a dire lack of water,
and an unquenchable thirst.
There's nothing that stumbles
among the flat grounds,
but this is why we will crumble.
Is the world not round?
We all hold our guns ready.
We will all hold our ground.
We know exactly what must be said
but nobody can make a sound.
We all are nothing but virgins to peace,
and we show no such lust.
When you watched Jesus die,
who did you think you could trust?
A woman walks between us,
she begs us to stop.
There are crumbs where we need crust,
and the first tear slowly drops.
Love is....Love is but a fixture in time,Love is.... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a human response to the clock's rhyme.
Love is all glorious hate
that refuses to properly demonstrate
It's such a sentence
and life's menace,
yet I'm so hopelessly addicted.
My former definition is so infinitely contradicted.
The emerald liquor in her eyes,
the way she sings and the song within her sighs.
Is to be addicted ridiculous or grand,
when I feel the warmth flow into my soul from your hand,
perhaps a compassion fashion
with no limit in ration?
Is the light shining all around you chemically derived?
Is it not the medicine that keeps me alive?
My life is flavored by the basil hazel color
Dear Boy Who Broke My Heart.Dear You,Dear Boy Who Broke My Heart. in Short Stories More Like This
Remember back when we used to walk along the beach when the sun went down and the stars and moon turned the sea silver.
You said "The stars make your eyes glow" so softly and sweetly that it made us stop walking and just stare at each other as the waves blissfully crashed into the waves.
That sound stays with me, does it stay with you?
I hope you never forget that I spent helping you clean your house before your parents got home.
I spent forever trying but failing to clean the bathroom floor when you burst in with a camera.
I still have the photos, One with you carrying me on your back through the kicthen, us both laughing til
137the fires of hell have turned to a cold burn137 in Free Verse More Like This
i turn and walk from the dark lashings
the wounds are starting to heal but i miss the warmth
i cant see where i am going but i know
as long as i keep the fire at my back im doing ok
i scream and yell for a sign that i am not alone
but all i hear are my footsteps and the hope they give me
that i am going to someplace better
i quietly surrender to the path and trust in nothing
no plan ,no remorse, no regret
i long for the healing touch
the sweet caress that only a soulmate can give
to help me forget about these burns and
find the brighter place at the top of the mountain