Man’s Own Box


Appearances are everything

Along with that

despite one’s name

shaven better than beard

endowed rather than not

Cold is like hot-headed

Shy is worthless

while quiet means nothing

to live without doing

Who wants that recipe?

Mankind wears a button

of those they know and love

and hate

Still, they are in the know

Trying

Doing

Lest one tries to produce

Failure is a label

worn after grief

Alas, appearances are everything

when we remind ourselves

that we are so worthy

You took my breath away


Weddings at The Falcondale
Photo credit: The Falcondale

  Secrets you kept from me

Covered words all I could see

Polished smile

All the while

My mind was in denial

 

A hurtful touch

Laughed and hid so much

The mirror became my best friend

And showed me the beginning to the end

As the cracks began to mend

 

Always knew the right things to say

Always knew there’d be a better day

Always tried to dance right through the pain

Even after all the fire and the rain

Always knew how to pray

Like my mom did as she would lay

Gave you my life on a silver tray

But you just took my breath away

 

How could I bargain for this

All for a ring and a lonely kiss

Oh the life that I do miss

If only I could have one wish

 

I would know how to take my time

Stop, feel and listen

And not be so blind

Know just what I need

At the risk of my heart to bleed

 

Even the main people tell lies

And turn away with tears in their eyes

Pain never sees the light of day

When someone takes their breath away

I know why the Fat Lady sings


I know why

The Fat Lady sings

Not because of the tear in her eye

Nor for whom the bell toll rings

She has seen the beginning of an end

And waved goodbye to an all too

 needy friend

She now blows kisses

in the wind

to the worst who misses

  how they sinned

Shedding space and time

 in the mirror

Defying all reason and rhyme

 Accepting love more nearer and clearer

Though the mind may never again be

 what the eyes did see

There is so much clarity

 for a well-prisoned reality