I’ve settled in
and I’ve settled down,
but can’t you see?
I still wear this frown.
I’ve come to terms
with this new home
but I wish still,
you lost that comb.
I won’t sit still
and I won’t let you win
so back off, beauty queen,
this grooming is fin.
The herd tiptoes
like giants on speed,
breaking mother nature’s
carefully planned land.
What lay in the path
is soon to be no more
as the rampage begins
and ends in gore.
My heart once was whole
until it heard your voice
and I knew with no doubt
you would leave me crushed.
What more could be done,
my choice simply made;
and through this carnage,
this shell will forever wade.
You are the moon
and the sun
and every star
in between.
You are the breath
and the life
that surges
through me.
You are the words
and the looks
that are expelled
from my heart.
You are the world,
the universe,
the only candle
in my dark.
Plans fall through
and cities collapse;
civilization ceases,
pure happenstance.
Memories fade out
as hope washes away;
wonders do cease
when lonely hearts stray.
Oceans will rise
and hell fires burn
but while life dies around you,
the world will still turn.
Mama’s boy grows up.
Surely nature takes its course.
Stick it to the man.
A confession.
So simple to say
once the words finally
flow.
A declaration.
You waited it out
just long enough that you
know.
Determination.
That look in your eye
as the sweat builds on your
brow.
Fascination.
Wonder and awe
for what was then and is
now.
Better late than never
does not always apply
since one word out of place
can make a lonely heart cry.
Time is of the essence
and emotion a fickle thing
but a heart that isn’t broken
is one that never sings.
Patience waits it out
for love and for hope
but virtues rarely last
when it’s harder still to cope.
This is all so new…
you know I don’t like change;
if only you had let me know,
things wouldn’t be so strange.
What’s that you say?
You told me every day?
Well this is the first I’ve heard;
your accusations are absurd.
Perhaps you told me
while I napped in peaceful bliss
but I can’t imagine ever
that I’d agree to this.
You moved my toys
and all my treats and beds
as if it were up to you,
where I rest my head.
I hope that you are happy
because I simply don’t agree
so the next time that you move,
you need permission from me!
Call it fate,
call it chance,
but not a fleeting romance.
A perfect match
an equal catch;
two hearts to beat as mates.
Matched in mind,
matched in heart,
love was blind from the start.
Just one look
was all it took
to know love can be kind.
Call it love,
call it fate,
call it chance
to find your soulmate.
Ocean waves
wash over wounded hearts
left bleeding
and in many parts.
The tide crashes down
filling the earth with sound
and for once all is well
in this cozy, personal hell.
Summer breeze,
gentle to the touch
fades away,
never saying much.
The wind must carry on
singing its own song
and leave behind its ghost
to those who need it most.
Autumn Siders 