Poetry

-- Her last words --
All that time as a child running in grass so green
Bouncing, jumping, flipping on the trampoline
Every day together growing up back then
Those mid-summer days that never would end

As life took me in a different way
I've been gone for countless days
Got a job, a house, bills and a pet
It turns out she's not done with me yet

Back to that place, now, I have returned
To see the girl for whom I've always yearned
But as I arrive, I can't help but notice
It's not the place where I had so much bliss

Around the room, no posters or purple sheets
Just a tile floor that's cold on my feet
No pink curtains, books or magazines
Just gray walls and loud machines

There she sits, perched up on a pillow
The once-rosey cheeks now a shade of off-yellow
The heart-rate beeps and the bag drips
As the life from her limbs slowly slips

She turns to her mother, her father and me
Opens her mouth to talk over the beep
Don't you guys cry she managed to say
Before you know it, I'll be ...

-- Beer (a sonnet) --
It's poetry class, don't use the word 'flow.'
Hell with that, it's the only way I know
to describe what my love does all night long,
A robust red or a super sweet blonde.

Only to brush against my lips, oh joy!
Under the influence, I am a toy.
Happiness is brought, freedom given, too.
Don't forget the courage will take you through.

Then to sleep, and you are late to awake
for that meeting you have, those notes to take.
The headache, it will come. And don't forget
that the blonde or redhead will leave a scent.

All will know that you were at it all night.
The flow, the beer, empty glasses -- just right.

--Peaceful Slumber--
I could watch you sleep all the night
just to make sure everything's all right
And protect you with all Zeus' might
Of Danger, you'd have no fright
If I must, for you I'd fight
To keep you safe until daylight

-- Good Morning --
I remember once, you said red was your color
When I saw you wear it, t'was like it's been on no other
I think I heard you like to sing
To me, your 'hello' is a wonderful ring
Late at night, with your head on your pillow
You're peaceful, laying there still so
In your dreams, visions adoring
I just can't wait to say 'good morning'

-- Broken -- (P1)
How many times have you had your heart broken?
For me, I can count, at least three.
That's why, in love, I am often soft spoken.
Hopefully, that's not the way I'll forever be.
I have a chance, now, I think to change.
I must move into a realm foreign and strange.
There is this one, you see, who may make my uneasiness go away.
I only need to courage to go to her and say...
To be continued...

-- Crudele Amore --
What is this thing called Love?
It is pure like the whitest dove
It strikes two people so close together
It makes every day seem like clear weather
It makes them want each other so deeply
For each other, it makes them needy
Love makes me yearn for you
Indeed, I love you through and through
But, it is love that plays a trick
It is love that makes me sick
It is love that acts so cruel
It is love that treats me like a fool
It is love that causes this blunder
It is love that tears my heart asunder
It is love that creates these tears,
When it is misaligned by five years.

-- Falling --
You can fall at first sight
Or in the midst of plight
You can fall with great doubt
You can even fall out
You can fall in forever
Or you can fall in never
You can fall for the one with whom you belong
That kind of love is customarily strong
There are many ways in which one can fall
I fear I do not know them all
I know the way I fell, I hate
For I fear I fell to damn late

-- Falling -- (reprise)
Falling doesn't always have to hurt
Or cover your pants in dirt
It doesn't always come with a bruise
But sometimes you fall and lose
There is one way to fall, the best I can think of
That's to be lucky enough to fall in love.