The next five poems were written on scraps of paper meant for
boggle, when I went on this trip to the snow with this Methodist church,
and my Rabbi would have a coniption fit if she saw this, so don't show
her....did i mention i don't believe in god (in case she does she it...might as well get it all off my back )Anyways, I've strayed a bit off topic...I don't exactly have titles for
these next five poems, so I'll just call them Number 1, and so on. They were written while I was
surrounded by snow, and people who hate me, well, mostly people who
hate me, or people who annoy the hell out of me.
Each tree,
Each leaf.
Each molecule of snow,
The vast wilderness
before us
Behind us no regrets.
Inside my mind,
around, and around,
My life....
must turn back <--
Damn it, I misplaced the control panel....
I love...
No, I won't say it.
I won't, because I know you.
You would be overwrought.
So I'll take caution.
wait......
Oh, I can't keep it in forever.
Gotta get it out ! FREEDOM
I love...
No, I won't say it.
Another day, another time, another life.
The face of the innocent.
The naive.
Give it 2-3 years.
Society will twist it.
But only you can turn it....
Turn the other.
About face.
When I tap on your shoulder,
you won't feel a thing...
numbed out by the novocaine in the water.
It's okay,
It is just, justified.
Kill the poor...
Guns are unrequired.
Only a narrow mind is necessary.
Restrict welfare,
Rid the world of Affirmative Action.
All we need in this world is each other.
I'll let you in,
Turn on the light.
I am the poor.
so I'll close the door.
Call me if you change you mind, your perspective, your life.
I'll try not to hold my breathe.
I know a little man,
Not so small in size;
He does the best he can,
By cutting all his ties.
I know a clumsy girl,
Graceful in her walk;
She's as solid as a pearl,
By trying not to talk.
I know a stupid world,
Clever at the time;
keeping hate and evil curled,
By beating up what's mine.
Email me !
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