The Web

Composed 3/27/15
Description: “… and just watch him hang himself on his web of lies!”

Silk strings trail behind you
To trip and tangle, choke and bind
You think they’re tempting pillows
But it’s just a web of lies

You think you dance on strings unstuck
While we all meet our demise
You’ve not yet had them harm you
But you’re just like us, a fly

You think you’ve entrapped each of us
But the circle only winds
Around each and every place you go
And you’re the one inside

One day when you turn around
All you’ll see is white
It will have blocked us all from view
And you’ll fall, no friends to find

Then you’ll hang, new lesson learned
Despite the skill and time
No good will e’er befall you
When you spin a web of lies

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Puzzled

Composed 3/25/15
Description: I tore apart a puzzle today.

I take so long
Putting each piece in its place
Until a fuzzy image begins to emerge
But if the wrong hands touch me
I so easily tumble apart in their fingers
And sighing
I start from the beginning
Putting each piece in its place

Picking Roses

Composed 3/24/15
Description: A common frustration.

Some pluck time like frozen roses
To set that night at the dinner table
Some prized, some poisoned
Admired, analyzed, later addressed
Preserved or left to die
I wish I could remember to
Stop and take the time
To pluck or rose or lily
Instead of rushing by
Because the table seems so empty
When I come home at night
Like I’ve not lived the whole day
It’s numb, it’s
Gray

The Cemetery

Composed 3/10/15
Description: Inspired by a place I drove by that day.

Step with me through the cemetery
Where the snow still falls in spring
Hear the hissing, howling wind
As ancient voices sing
Step up the slippery hillside
Weave though the homes of deceased
Sweep your fingers over the stones
You might just bring them peace

Passion

Composed 3/4/15 (polished up today)
Description: Ever think you’re a well-adjusted person who is dealing rather well with life and then something like this pops out? 

One of those poems that came from a half-second feeling and ran away…

I love you because you are my weakness
My masochism personified
A knife taunting every nerve in me
A poison I take willingly

With you I feel
It’s pain but it’s passion
You’re sugar that rots
Warm, searing flame
I want to burn away

I will die
But I’ll die screaming
And right now the pain
Is the closest thing I have to love