Poems

Yes, we had that potential for magic

this magic can only be used by love,

sprinkle the love as magical in gold

audiences shine 'pon fine magician

You never once told me

Never once speaking up

You could not find the words

in your half empty cup

My own cup was half full

So we blundered along

Never singing in tune

to our tragic twin song

I knew nothing my twin

I was out of the loop

Like that sergeant named Shultz

A naive nincompoop

To hear you say you see what mom did

her Christian bullshit kept me clueless!

wonder query how long you've known?

the chips on my chins were unfocused

You're the blurry one

That's you my dear twin

A chippy battle

You took on the chin

That is you squinting there

Looking oddly distraught

Like poor Quint in the jaws

With one last jarring thought

Your picture eyes show focus,

a look of interest living there!

My orbs look filmy and glazy,

I not see, say sad scary stare!

Friendship is way overrated

And only true blue friendships last

Allegiance is no easy tack

For monohulls fit with one mast

I lost every friend that I had

But still found fair winds at my sails

Accepting loss came with the job

And left happy wakes in my trails

I can think, feel, believe, say whatever I want

I'm not constrained by somethings nefarious

my worlds quite safe enough for such liberty,

as my sickness of the fight 'tis now departed!

I saw peter a few years ago

he'd emailed me a few pics

we were in a disagreement

saw him as a vampire hick

Peter told the clown to cram it

But that is not what good boys say

Bad boys become soul-crushing men

Who keep good consciousness at bay

What turns tellurians to brutes

What makes them go from good to bad

Societies are but the beasts

That drive all inner children mad

Gratitude cannot be forceful

gratitude flows only inward

a gratitude cannot be gifted,

love gratitude as a free bird!