Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Not like dancing
I found myself in the tango
Dancing with danger
Catching myself
ready to strike
He beats me to the mark
Twisting and turning
He began to control the dance
Its become dark
Twisted
No longer enjoying the thrill
The chase has become quick
The capture happens
Stifling
Became to much to handle
All Consuming
Struggling with shadows
What awaits you around the corner
Catching glimpses of the matador
Actually the captor now
It began so quickly
Should've thrown speed bumps in the way
A stop sign for sure
Seeing red
Charging full speed like a bull
The dance has become a chase
And there is no more fun
Sunday, August 12, 2012
those poems
Read a book of poems
Thinking of ways I can write you down
Capture you with my pen
Ink on my notebook
Colorful words of wonder
Hearts and doodles
Like a song sung to no music
Raw
Rustic
Beautifully remembered
Captured for all to see
I am writing of you
The one who has the strength of a bull
The tenacity to endure to the end
The one who doesn't give up
The one who is my friend
Can't leave you alone
Don't want to
Smile at the thoughts of you
Saving pieces of me just for you
For you to write down in your notebook
Keep them forever.
Ordinary
Like the rain on Tuesday
I stand still and await the rainbow
Walking alongside the docks
Skipping stones
Well more like sinking them
Remembering that each week brings
A new Tuesday
Unlike today
But truly unordinary in its perfect way
Makes me want to dance
A gently sway
Imagining the breeze that blows the cares away
The drizzle gives way to the flood
Drenching everything wiping the slate clean
Run along now
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