| Bind Up My Life Villains Lovers and Fools Page 8 |
| Sitting And Waiting My soul is soaked in anger and despair Thoughts and words swirl around me Enveloping Fumes Suffocating vapors Muddle my sensibilities And I wait Immobile and mute Eyes closed, In fear and anticipation For the spark To give these vapors form and substance Will I arise from the ashes A phoenix, wings extended In brilliant affirmation? Or will I lie there A harden lump of coal Bleak, bitter, black? I sit and wait. |
| Someone There Sweet Angel, Fat Cat Buddha Master of all that he sees Eyes half closed in contemplation, The other half fixed on me. Twitching ears now and then says he�s listening~ To the wind�s hide and seek with the trees. Sweet Angel, Fat Cat Buddha Wide eyes -now he�s staring at me. And there in the far off distance In a not so certain just where A canine barks his insistence Somebody there Somebody there Somebody, somebody, somebody there Sweet Angel, Fat Cat Buddha Rises up and to the window sill And into the darkness is peering Canine barking still Somebody there Somebody there Somebody, somebody, somebody there Wide eyes fixed upon the shadows Body quivers in the warm firelight His mood is all ones and zeros As his eyes go stalking the night Sweet Angel, Fat Cat Buddha Paces the window sill Sweet Angel, Fat Cat Buddha Is waiting for the coming kill Then the dog fades off into stillness The danger has all gone away Sweet Angel stops his pacing Wind and trees resume the play And Sweet Angel, the Fat Cat Buddha Master of all he sees Lies down all yawns and stretches And purrs his sweet purr for me |
| Cello Melancholy cello Caught up in the reeds Of a minor key Sings a song soft and low Of lovers not to be And there, the little oboe, Wistful wayward child Dances on the broken notes Of promises and smiles The flutes forever flutter Wishing they could wash away Her pain Nervous little flutters Like an early morning rain But still the song goes on and on Like the wind through an autumn day Melancholy memories Of a lover gone away�.. |
| Etch Me I. My sensibilities are being Ground down By the daily grind� Where once the flotsum And the jetsum of life Used to cling to my facets Cling just long enough To peruse and admire And consider�. Now all the flotsum And the jetsum Go skimming past On a smooth shiny surface Slipping away II Etch me! Etch me with your pen Etch me with your mind Etch me with a humor As you will Mar the shiny surface With your lines of design And pour the acid in Then ink me with the colors Of your soul So that I may see you again. |
| A Sea of Words A sea of words Me grasping for a random vowel As a crashing of thoughts Rushes over me Pushing me down In the undertow Tossing in the tumultuous Sputtering and spewing A salty brew Of nothingness foam Wishing only to find The soft and sandy shore And read my sea From afar. |
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