Bits & Pieces #2

It offends my perception,
To accept this rejection,
Never known less than perfection,
Never veered from my direction.
You! You dismiss me with ease,
With my emotion you tease,
Turn your nose at my needs,
Just like your attitude your blood’s on the freeze!
“Write me a poem.” She will say.
“I want it now, I want it today.”
You shake your head with contempt.
Every word she said she meant.
She will let you know right from the start,
She’s never wrong, she’s just so smart.
Her conversation hath no art.
Always talk about others and never about your heart.


You arrived just in time to see my fall from grace.
I’ve spent the last three years running.
Running at full pace.
There’s a storm brewing.
A storm of confrontation between my past and what I have become.
Every possible cliché comes to mind to describe change.
If something I used to do was no good for me, why am I still paying for its mistakes?
Artificial augmentation of the mind has yet to be invented,
I’ll be first in line.
Plastic surgery for the subconscious…
I’d like to get some of that!


If there is immediate attraction does it mean that love will last forever?
And in a moments hesitation your destiny has altered it’s course.
You are now condemned to the thoughts of what you could’ve been.
To deal with destiny is most ungracious.
How quickly can the butterflies in you stomach turn to lead?
For the next half-hour there is nothing anyone can say or do that will make you feel any better.
A liquid discharge that’s impossible to hold back loudly signifies your humility.
You are now a picture of defeat.
But, being as superficial as the next human being we know you will try again.
The instinctive need of attraction and acceptance leads us all easily.


With a sincere approach to life, I succumb.
Have I finally accepted what is to become?


Iron a line in my pants,
Portray it as a sign of class.
But it’s just a line in the pants of a poor man.
Where is he to use all this class?
I’ll use some class to collect my less than minimum wage.
I’ll use some class as I pay the interest off a 20-year loan.
Oh, I’ll use some class as I shop at Savers.
Now the line in my pants is faded.
Almost non-existent.
Washed out, rinsed and hung out to dry in a poor suburb,
In a not so classy suburb.
Look out pants here comes the iron!


I am innocent.
I am pure.
I’ve seen things that I wish I had not endured.
I conduct myself in a way that leaves no doubt,
No doubt that I don’t need you to make my life complete.
I was once a masterpiece without any bias, always proudly put on display.
I still believe I am the same old masterpiece that’s just been put away.
I guess I’m an over-rated under achiever,
A never have been, never will be and never was to.
I’m still very innocent and pure.


It’s so simple, yet so complicated.
I’ve tried to remain cool but now am frustrated.
All my feelings of anger have been negated.
With the effort I am making I hope you are elated.
I’m tense and suffering from sleep deprivation.
Another week of this and I’m headed for damnation.
I want things to be simple without complication.
Easy to criticize while practising relaxation.
…and yet here we are in our web of design,
our plans go askew when things seem just fine.


I met a girl on a Friday night.
By the time Sunday came rolling by we’d not spent a moment apart.
But, this was not about love,
This was about hopes and dreams.
We found that we had a lot in common,
Including a failure to achieve.
She began to cry so I held her and caressed her Auburn hair.
She said “I don’t know why I’m here and I don’t know from what it is I’m running.”
I said “stop running and just be here with me, I may be all that you need.”

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