Poem Investor Filling orders requested As signs dwell between past and present I am in those spaces Are you listening as particles collide over me New noises and new toys to make me known Don't deny me my existence In this hungry place the liberty is satisfying my cravings Quietly I dwell As the afternoon sun hides from warming me But cool air can do nothing to reslice the past Thanks to those who make me nervous I need you plenty as I need noone else
(July 25th, 2010)
Pome I am a loner I use others to feed my selfish desires. They are there for me Am I there for them? Am I Am I? First steps always, right? Then what? Then wind me up and let me go Out on my own Subtleties and vagaries Weave nothing below my mottled surface Ah fuck you I am sorry I treated you so Shelved with no place to go In my little universe you were trapped My little universe is selfish I have so little power I'm told But I don't believe you. I think I am incredibly powerful. And in this delusion of mine I am sorry. Even outside I am sorry. I am using my own desires to stall these pathways To block these highways These highways My highways Your flaking roadways And you still smile A sad smile Thank you.
(August 2nd, 2010) How tragic some realities become When perception is limited We know nothing A war vet blind to all but his crisp appearance Begging on these streets A facade perhaps And cynicism turns round opinions so quick But meanwhile the poor man stands grinning and hopeful His mind a shell of its wasted potential His mind is gone For reasons I will not know I will leave him behind this afternoon He will keep on being I am sorry til my perception turns elsewhere But he will still be His world will still turn And I don't know even how I will treat him while my perception of him is strong He is simple in my eyes And I pass over the layers subtle in his eyes Sorry What more am I willing to be?
But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires. -James Joyce, Dubliners