My Sieve and Sand
July 31, 2008
My Sand is my emotions
My Sieve is my mind
My Sand moves through the motions
Whilst My Sieve looks behind
Emptiness?
July 31, 2008
The hollow, the hole
The emptiness in my hallowed heart
Has spat out all internal emotion
Creating therefore a lack of incentive medium
To speak the way I feel inside
As I do not know the truth of what may be spoken
because if your sole purpose in life is to produce cotton and you don’t - consider your life a failure
July 31, 2008
whether you are aware or not
my ability to write
epic poetry of love and life
has been reduced
to that annoying little whine
coming from the breaks of a ‘57
chevy station wagon
stacked with a whole house’s
worth of furniture
mattress
desk
rocking chair and all
up to the top of the
cottonless cotton tree
and almost as sad
So Many Things I Don’t Understand and Can’t Control
July 30, 2008
Inspiration comes
inspiration goes
unpredictable in
when it will again
overflow or when
it will peter out
like drips from a
faucet, keeping me
up all night long
in sheer annoyance.
thank God that time always moves forward and i never have to go back. life was good then. eternally better now.
July 29, 2008
an ode for things i’ve lost and cannot find
for the times we had but left behind
my “car”
your shirt
“don’t hate me because i’m beautiful”
and then the “sidewalk talks”
airing our dirty laundry
opening ourselves up to hear rebuke
and how it all went awry
when she disagreed
or what about when you got speakers
great speakers
mounted in your car
but only a radio? terrible quality
remember how excited you were?
an ode for things i’ve lost and cannot find
for the times we had but left behind
and infernal discussions
he shopped at women’s clothing stores to buy
“pimp” hats
and corduroy pants with pockets big enough
for what? 16 coke cans?
an ode for things i’ve lost and cannot find
for times i had, so glad to have left
behind
Feeling a little God-like
July 28, 2008
I may not love my students
but I know I have a wonderful plan
for at least their writing,
if not their life, so
seeing their casual disregard
of what I know is best
for their future grades
displeasures me, giving me
insight into how God must feel.
thoughts passed by on things i couldn’t comprehend. why always contemplating things too big for me?
July 28, 2008
today i thought
if he could
then i can
but i was so much
mistaken
Dog Day Afternoon
July 28, 2008
I saw the doctor today
he looked into my eyes and
smiled. How could he?
He took a look at my finger,
my mutating thumb stared back at him
How dare he?
The old vivacious man thrilled to meet me
like I made sense, wind in the right direction
It is what no one ever sees
a girl in a chair facing the absence of truth
cold sympathetic eyes
mouth uttering empty words
“You’re a good girl”
Was I mistaken for a dog?
Those words were meant for pets,
the domesticated fools.
Maybe I’m the nature’s pet
fed with low-weight hope,
whole healthy lies and
juicy bones.
How long before I’m put to sleep?
How long must I wait for my free run in the park?
Until then
I piss on nature’s greens
th3 eagle will fLI at midnyte
Looking forward to inevitable awkward silences
July 26, 2008
They will arrive at six
and then it will begin:
she’ll feel strange,
in a strange place
with strange people,
including a future mother-
in-law, sister-in-law, and
of course me, a future, possible
brother-in-law, who will
enjoy sitting back and
soaking in the awkward
silences, and perhaps
even contribruting to them by not
contributing to the conversation,
which will fit in perfectly
with the lattitude permitted
to me by my laziness.
Why I hate running
July 26, 2008
Calves and Quads
burn with soreness
as I walk down stairs
wishing with each step
that I was in better shape
but not enough to keep running.
man
July 25, 2008
jobs to big for you
i can man tain
water too cold for you
can be held in my
man teen
you eat bananas
but i eat
man tains
you do things ten times
i do them to the man teenth time
and people are impressed
you carry a multitool
but i carry a mantool
and you drink beer
i drink maneer
and poop
manooer
i’m more manly and drink
man 2 - oh
while you stick with hydrogen
and my manercise
makes your pilates look even more feminine
i do one-armed man ups
and man presses in my sleep
but usually i only feel
mantastic when i’m around my woman
i suppose if you’re old it… um… depends?
July 25, 2008
living the life of the elderly
while my dream
probably does not mostly
just entail
cane shaped umbrella handles
and a lazy gait
but slow they go
because they’ve no
choice in the matter
depends.
A Tribute to the New X-Files Movie, in Five Stanzas
July 24, 2008
I find myself surrounded
by Mulder’s mantra,
both on my computer’s
background and on my mind.
I want to believe
that everyone can think
that everyone is smart
that everyone is equal.
I want to believe
that I can help
that I can teach
that I can make a difference.
I want to believe
that people are good
that the world is good
that God is good.
And out of my want
I will make reality
I will choose my reality
I will believe my reality.
i’m the sieve and the sand success story and they’ll say “hey give me a chance to read that poem,” they’ll say…
July 24, 2008
what i would kill
to command this language
in the way you do
to bring to life the light
you’ve chased
(and yes i’ll chase it with you)
to have mastered the crescendo to
bring to life that which we have forgotten
taken for granted
your worship (whether you’re aware or not)
it brings Him glory as you have mastered
that which He created
set laws to govern
skill to feel
grace to
embrace
master
for a guitar
and a stage to lead people
to Him like you do
to glorify
the savior you dont even seem to
know
recognize
serve
bow before
but your gift
(so obviously supernatural)
brought forth from the sun
endowed by the father
graced with the spirit
if you only knew whom you worship
how you yourself would bow
prostrate
before His glory
waiting for eternal glory
you are
need an invitation? you must
her it goes (and what)
i would kill for your skill
with which you’ve been graced
waiting for attention
i’m not
yea
but His acknowledgment of who you are
and
amen
Roger Mugs
rcribay
Ned
timsaslacker
joshuagrace
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
Poeta Maximus
David X. Hugo
