I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
