Never Good Enough

Tennyson, Byron, Keats
Now they had the beats,
Shelley, Woodsworth, Blake
More than icing on the cake.

Poe, they say, was madd
or was he just sad,
Austen was full of pride
and all lovers she put aside.

Words full of longing pleas
declarations of things to be,
All the things you to me
At night the stars to see.

When you came into me
Not yet blind, lost at sea,
Then you guide me in
Gave harbor, no more sin.

Needing, pleading for more
One, two, three, four
What, when, where, who
Yes, I do love you.

Lies I Tell You

When I say, I love you, it is a lie.
What I feel - cannot be so simple.
What I feel - cannot be so plain.
What I feel - cannot be so easy.

When I say, I need you, it is a lie.
What I need - cannot be described.
What I need - cannot be explained.
What I need - cannot be satisfied.

When I say, I want you, it is a lie.
What I want - is complicated.
What I want - is indescribable.
What I want - is insatiable.

When I say, I am yours, it is a lie.
What I am - is a reflection of you.
What I am - is a creation of you.
What I am - is a credit to you.

When I say, Forever, it is a lie.
What I want - is every forever.
What I need - is all times.
What I feel - is unending.

When I say.....it is a lie
Why?
There are no words that tell the truth.

Things Break

Things fly past
Things crash down
Where do you turn
Where do you run

Things go wrong
Things go bad
Who do you call
Who takes the fall

Things are dark
Things are broken
Why even try
Why even cry

Things just are
Things just happen
What difference does it make
What more can you take

Random Thoughts

Why do those that think the least of you
expect the most from you?

Why complain
if you do not want to work for change?

If we do not want to be real good guys
why still make movies where the good guys win sometimes?

Is truth what you believe
or what is real?

Why be truthful
if you aren't honest?

When is it ok to quit?

One Memory

Darkness falls all around,
It covers all the land,
Its thickness drowns all sound,
For it is God's heavy hand.

Shadows crawl and creep,
They climb up high from below,
Those things fear must keep,
In mind playing out super slow.

Every detail is like a new blow,
Delivered from the worst of foe,
Full of pain never letting go,
Screaming - begging please no!

Is it just that one thing,
Will the scar ever fade,
Can it be a living thing,
Will it to waste be laid?

Cuts and bruises and pain,
No theory no logic no reason,
Cracks and breaks and blame,
No answer no time no season.