Oh, sure - show off your poetry. Here - here's some of mine....
I want to be in some beatnik cafe
On a smoky spot lit stage
The darkened room filled with black clad turtlenecked hipsters
Pouring out my prose
about love lost
love found
and the realization that there is nothing to that love
but being needed for every little thing
And to slam out about the freedom found
In that cold realization
And in finally, finally
being able to breath
I want to look into their cold dead hipster eyes
and see a spark a tear an emotion
that says I touched them, some how, some way
I want to be in some empty field
frozen ground crunching under my boots
frosty air fogging around me
as I talk to the stars and the moon and the emotionless trees
Telling them of hope regained
Of a light at the end of a tunnel
and a spark relit in my heart
I want to yell my words to them
knowing they will not turn away
knowing that they will stay
in one place, save as the earth turns beneath them
fading with the dawn
I want to hold you in my arms
and tell you
I know what it is to walk on those eggshells
I have walked that muddy mile
and know what it is to have the gumbo grabbing my boots
making each
step
so
much
heavier
than
the
last.....
Until finally it feels
as though you cannot go on any
longer
and you want to fall at the roadside
I know what it is to await the next blow
Save that mine were not physical
Verbal slaps, emotional jabs
But I have walked upon those eggshells, and know the fear of hearing one
crack
I want to hold you close in my arms
and let you know
that not all men are jerks
I want to hold you close
And tell you that I love you
And in that dark night, with you at my side
To ask the stars:
Do you believe in Fairy Tales?
to ask them:
Do you believe in dreams come true?
I do
How about you?
Well, it is a poetry ZOT! thread, isn't it?
You bet I'm going to take advantage of it! Do you realize how many of these dang poems I have cluttering up the place?
I gotta get rid of 'em somewhere.