Ode to False Perfection


Mr. Perfect arrives, exquisite Ms. Ideal, by his side,

See how they stand, such flawless poise,

No sound of dissent, not one single noise.

They sashay cross the floor, in symphonic stride,

A nod here, a smile there, as they greet false fans,

While waving their sanctimonious hands.

As if in review, no hair out of place,

All lessor beings must bow low to their stature,

Hiding the fact, that we all see the fracture.

As I turn to observe their opposite face,

Glaring vision attacked my eyes,

I’ve never imaged pants with rear flies.

A chuckle I buried, if just to save grace,

Mr. Perfect waddled, bowed legs were a sight,

Ms. Ideal no better, her brown trail a blight,

As they pranced toward the door, in regal fashion,

I thought to myself, my sins no greater,

Then those who would judge to call me a hater.

So I say unto those who wish to cash in,

Keep your nose to the sky,

Kiss my ass, that’s my passion.

Taste at Sunset


Sunset nigh, a time to reflect.

Memories abound, an orphan tear.

What souls well met, did hearts conspire,

To seek love, bereft of fear.

Alone you sit, your scent transcends,

Lingering taste, of kiss sublime.

Supple lips, an accord of desire,

Hearts entwine, to last for all time.

With thoughts empowered, no folly be known,

Our bodies tremble neath setting sun.

The universe ablaze, each breath a prayer,

Enjoined in love, we unite as one.

He Had A Dream

Gone the man

Voice now still

Within old hearts

His words yet thrill

 The road he trod

Once blocked by hate

Succumbed the day

Wisdom unlocked the gate.

 Sparks ignited

Soon grew to flame

A million times a million

Hailed his name.

 Belief in his dream

Their will to oppose

Wrongs of the past

Multitudes arose.

 Gird by their faith

No armor they wore

Truth was their sword

His strength to the fore.

Thru force of their spirits

Their faith changed a world

But gone is the man

His dream now imperiled

 New voices of hate

Rage thru the night

Bringing fear and pain

To a once righteous fight.

 A false leader did rise

His voice honey laced

Great change did he promise

A throne he debased.

 Now heard in their prayers

The elders proclaim

Belief in his dream

A return of the flame.

 For he was KING

Without need of a throne.

Resurrection of Deke

Dawn, dreams to remember,

Perchance pain to forget?

Hearts may soar with desire,

Torment continues yet.

Epoch now past,

What was is no longer.

Your soul defiled,

Fashioned you stronger.

Nightmares endured,

In life and slumber,

Created a spirit,

With voice of thunder.

Arise sweet man,

Face new dawning,

Cast off yesterday,

Love now spawning.

The Maelstrom is you,

A challenge to tomorrow,

Wisdom your sword,

Defeating all sorrow.

So, stand to the fore

With weapons of devotion,

Prepared to defeat,

Destructive emotion.

Walk, your head high,

Romancing the clouds,

Enemies now memories,

Encased in rough shrouds.

No Sin Was Mine.

Tranquility reigns as the night air of spring descends,

I sit, alone, immersed in the bouquet of the woodlands.

My thoughts, unladden with harbinger of danger,

In serene contemplation, only melodies of night denizens to abide.

 

Moon’s reflection, a golden path across still waters of the lake,

As if to bid me come hither, walk gilded lane, no sorrow awaits.

Silhouette of lonely loon traverses, his mournful calls unheeded,

I listen, no substance, forlorn, only emptiness beside.

 

My companions only night creatures, diligent in their quest,

Do they wonder at strange creature in their midst?

Wisps of white clouds, wraithlike schooners race the night,

What reward their goal, silver cup to win?

 

As I watch wonders abounding, sorrow memory became,

Serenity, like mist from the lake, surrounds me.

My hunger, once thirst for ending,

Now appeased, I did not sin.

I Love Being Your Friend

I am your friend, I have no regret,

To stand by your side, you may always expect.

When your smile turns down,

From glimmer to frown,

And life becomes affliction.

Know in your heart,

We will never part,

Friendship is my addiction.

Though trials may stress,

Your life seem a mess,

Step back, your blessings to count.

For there in the corner,

Clad in love’s armor,

Remains one your defense to mount.

Ode to False Perfection

OMG, Mr. Perfect has arrived, with exquisite Ms. Ideal, there by his side,

See how they stand, such perfect poise,

No sound of dissent, not one single noise.

They sashay cross the floor, in symphonic stride,

A nod here, a smile there, as they greet false fans,

While waving their sanctimonious hands.

As if in review, no hair out of place,

All lessor beings must bow low to their stature,

Hiding the fact, that we all see the fracture.

As I turn to observer their opposite face,

Glaring vision attacked my eyes,

I’ve never imaged pants with rear flys.

A chuckle I buried, if just to save face,

Mr. Perfect waddled, bowed legs were a sight,

Ms. Ideal no better, her brown trail a blight,

As they pranced toward the door, in regal fashion,

I thought to myself, my sins are no greater,

Then those who would judge to call me a hater.

So I say unto those who wish to cash in,

Keep your nose to the sky,

Kiss my ass, that’s my passion.

*This one is stupid but fun to play with – I’m learning to add humor.