Friday, June 29, 2007

Her

So I'm sitting at the airport waiting for my flight.
I have my headphones on...
then she comes and sits across from me...

I'm sitting right across from you,
you'd slap my face if you only knew,
but you don't know I make advances,
through the rims of my dark sun glasses...

I don't know anything about ladies shoes,
I only know that they accentuate your skin tone...

You can't see my eyes dear,
that's why you don't even care,
that I'm scoping out your masses,
through the rims of my dark sun glasses...

I turn my head slightly to appear as if I'm staring far off...
Your legs are beautiful and shapely,
and as you cross your legs,
you let one shoe slide off your foot a bit...
I am no longer myself...

You can't tell I look at you,
because my eyes don't show through,
looking hard and making passes...
through the rims...
of my dark sun glasses...

I move up over your body,
admiring your curves and features...
Your lips are maddeningly beautiful,
I am lost...

On the downtown streets on Saturday,
at the theaters after matinee,
I check out all the lovely lasses,
through the rims of my dark sun glasses...

As you get up to leave,
your presence stays...

It is a ghost,
and it torments me...

Saturday, June 16, 2007

For My Father

It is difficult to express the significance of your presence in my life...

For years I feared you, but it kept me in line

For years I hated you, but I was immature

For years I avoided you, but I was avoiding myself

Then, one magical day, I delivered a life into my world...

And I was unprepared for the power she had over me

And for years I have run to you for knowledge and comfort

For years I have turned to you for support, the ever steadfast champion of my causes...even when the world thinks I'm wrong

And now as an adult I can look at you as a man, my father, and say thank you for remaining firm when I needed it, gentle when I didn't understand, and a believer when I could not believe in myself.

You are, as you always have been, my gravitational center,

And a mark for me as a father, and a man...

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Into the Abyss

I have known him all my life, and as friends go he has been my best.

As boys we talked and laughed,

And ran under the eyes of the endless sun.

But he has been poisoned against me.

Not by words, not by deed, but by a vile liquid that turns man to beast.

I do not recognize him,

I do not know him.

He descends into the darkness where only despair and misery awaits.

He wants me to follow...

I am resolved, no matter what this mass of flesh says to me, he is not my friend.

My friends was murdered and replaced by this shadow.

I must now turn my back,

And walk away...