The Thrill of a Blank Page
It is what we crave most,
yet dread should it come to us...
a never ending cool Ream
of blankness that overwhelms
like a blizzard in the night;
a brand newThinking-of-You
not yet inked lest suffering
some common social guffaw;
indelibly leaving us
to seek Tabula Razas
that'll cease our vile memories;
...Of how we'd near almost erred
upon One sacred Carte Blanche
The play in Playing
I believe in playing...anything. Be it music, instruments, games - role playing, board games or card games. Because when you play, you can play. Play at words with someone to match wits or play at the tension between two.
Double entendres and words of wit and mirth go back and forth as you play with someone. Play games over a cooked meal, or at a restaurant. Checking the score of words
over food and drink. Feeling that triumph of getting in a really good one, only to find your match and be topped.
It doesn't matter the game we play, as long as the fun in play is had. There is something to be said for playing with someone better than you, but it really is more fun to play with an equal...
The importance of play is sometimes forgotten, how can you really enjoy the company of others without it? So keep the play in playing a plenty and the kiss at the end of the game isn't the end, it's just the start of a new play...
Hold me but not too tightly
It feels so marvelous to have been broken. To have been shattered and to have put the pieces back myself. To have glued them the wrong way so there are still holes where love and pain can seep through.
Let me be your vase. Let me be your vice. Let me be yours.
Tape up the holes in my heart with the strongest tape imaginable. Pour water in me until it bursts through.
Hold me but not too tightly. Make me feel like a work of art, like a rare collectible. Pay a high price for me. Love me just the right amount.
This glue is fragile and I don't know how much longer I'll be whole. Love me for the pieces that won't fit. Love me for me. Don't mend the holes and don't pour in water. Put flowers in and watch them die.
Pity them and pity me for the things I lack.
Let me gather dust and disintegrate and don't love me enough to let me go. I'm not worth anything now anyway, not now that I am broken.
It was your arm that carelessly knocked me off the table. So where were you when I broke? The sound must've woken you.
I am gone now but you think of me.
You've filled your house with new vases and told everyone you'll be alright. You miss me and the glass edges that made your fingers bleed.
You miss my fragility and my fortitude.
I miss you but I forget why. You didn't let go of me, I let go of myself. I wish you'd have been there to see me fall, I was so beautiful.
Corrupt Leaders (Audio Version)
Some poems are better when you hear the author read the poem.
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Worship me,
Worship the powers that be
Believe in my distortion of reality,
Help me muddy the waters of truth
That way
Even the most knowledgeable among you
Can’t decipher fact from fiction
Worship me
Worship the powers that be
Spread my lies across the land
Never question me
Treat me as if I am God
Because I am God
You are abandoned children
I am your holy father
Now come receive my blessing
Worship me
Worship the powers that be
Believe in my distortion of reality
And All.
Shall. Be. Yours.