Can you blame me for this?
I know it’s my fault
But fault is infinite
And impossible to solve
So let that go then
Let it not be the last
We spoke our piece each
But no peace has amassed
So don’t take it with you
as you run from this trial
for if you go on laying blame
you’ll lose yourself in denial
And I in my own right
Will just move on after awhile
The only heart I’ve ever known
My only constant truth
Is that this heart is black and bruised
Locked up and anger-infused
All because of you.
And if you cared or ever dared
To give me an excuse
You’d learn that I’ve gone cold inside
All hope for love or peace denied
And all romance refused.
As days have passed and time elapsed
Still reign my heart’s issues
That no man again may give me pain
And so I wallow in endless rain
In this prison that I choose.
So be wary if you take aim
And tread in tougher shoes
For I still hold that none less so bold
May ever chance to weather this cold
And at end, only ever lose.
Luck be a lady
Fate be my friend
Give me a warning
of how this will end
I’ve made my bed such
and must lie in its wake
So forgive me my greed
as I give not what I take
The error is my own
and I’ll pay for such pain
Cuz I’ve given up another
and lonely still remain
Thoughtful is as a thought is.
If it’s thoughtless then who’d miss this?
Is this thoughtful then, and honest,
or more thoughtlessness in solace?
The thought being given makes it
by definition thoughtful.
Or then at least thought-partial,
partially thought not unsubstantial.
Deeper in thought still wander,
and think of thoughts to ponder,
which make long pauses longer,
for thoughts longing along.
And so thinkers and thoughters
sit thoughting on one another,
while this thought-un-ful other
Remains thoughtless all along.
Drawing out in open waters
the drawn out empty words.
No amount of mind or muscle
could save you from the thirst.
Only listen in those great places
as the open circles close.
And when you see form in the spaces
hit it square on the nose.
How canst be that which doesn’t end
But roughs it out with reverend
And breaks you down where you can’t mend
But remains always bruised and blackened
How came that horror here abound
That silent sight and sickened sound
With rough touch shoves a shudder round
And tears you from end to end
Poetelling 