Just To Catch You Up

Just to catch you up
On someone you once knew,
That guy made you believe
The problem was all you.

He knew that while on eggshells
You would tread gingerly.
You'd be forced to read into
Nonsense you couldn't see.

For love had left you blinded,
Thinking 'twas what you'd done,
And so he played the martyr,
That's how the table spun.

That guy, he wised up late,
Looks out now at how far
Sickness, pride and ego
Can drive two hearts apart.

Early Spring

The crocus explode in glory
from winters' dominance
and birth across the landscape
secrets of providence.

The iris and the tulip
strike chords in memory
adding voice and violin
to a sight exemplary.

The smile of early spring
vague feelings of delight
these daffodils hold on to
a sanguine view of life.

Homo Sapien, Man

He stood erect.
I don't know
if he would have kissed his mate
     or patted his childrens' heads
when he set out from camp
     to procure food.
But they were happy
when he returned provisioned.
I bought him rice and tuna at Wal-Mart.
This is homelessness today.

Love and Energy

Maybe, like energy
love is neither created
      nor destroyed
and simply is,
waiting to be chosen.

My Pen

This old fountain pen
knows all the words,
all the secret thoughts
I've chosen to conceal
those I dare not reveal.
Had I access to those parts of me
I just might write in pencil.