Napkins
White purity sacrificed
To keep the already
Tainted rich colors
From being further sullied
But one such innocent
Escaped the crumpled, discarded fate
Of her sisters
For she remained neatly folded
To be subjected
To only a light scartching
Instead of being mindlessly
Used and tossed aside
She survived
With the elegance of words
Now adorning her body
Written with everlasting affection
To forever serve as an example
Of taking innocence, and
Creating real beauty.
We
We are place people
Tied to no one
And no where
We wander the earth
Enjoying the fruits of life
Alotted to us shortly by time.
Dark Corners
I sit in the dark corners
A link in a ring of people
On the fringes of this miniature society
All looking in
Watching
The rest of the world
In their roles
Center
Stage, in their carefully prepared
Costumes
Twisting their faces
Contoring their image
To fit on the inside
Of their minds
So what happens
When the audience
Already knows
They're actors?
Ask Anyone in Michigan (An Alliteration)
Ask anyone in Michigan
About politics
All you wanted to know
About everything you didn't need to hear
Again and again, it's
All the same
And everything you hold dear revolves
Around politics
Around the world , not just
At home, but
Also places
Absolved by the
Arising
Aristocracy in our oh-so-equal
America
And it's all because of
Politics
The Letter
To My Love,
You may never unerstand
It's so hard to explain
But honestly,
I have to leave
It was always going to end up this way
I should have told you
I should have made you see my free spirit
But I never could
You seemed so happy to be blind
And yet,
I still love you with all my heart
There will never be
A happy ending for us
I will always be moving around
It will always kill you
I never was going to stay
Now the time has come
I'm sorry I couldn't be your dream
I hope you meet someone
Who you can live happily with
Good-bye
Love,
Your Angel
Healed
The humming notes
Of a guitar's heart strings
Plucked by a soul's embodiment
Put here
To stand there
And Sing
While I eat medicinal sugar pills
Without the pill
And drink my liquid bandage
By the gentle flickering candle
Dancing the dance of a medicine man
Healing neither body
Nor heart
Nor soul
But mind alone
Prescribing soothing melodies
As my cranial Nyquil
Tonic sleep for whiring thoughts
So that, for a moment
The future is not a road in the mists
The path is clear
Only because the syrum
Tips my mental balance
And the only way to stay standing
Is to look
At the road below
Not ahead.
