Saturday, March 30, 2013

heart behaving badly



I always know what's right and wrong before the fact;
To say or do where you're concerned and how to act
I always know to take it slow
from battles' loss and lessons' learning.
I have no business yelling fire
when I'm the only one who's burning. 
There's nothing to be mad about
so sadly, it's just my heart behaving badly

My lips know better than to touch your face.
My legs don't stand too close,
they leave a prudent space.
But the sum of my behavior 
is mostly greater than the parts
and sadly: it's just my heart behaving badly.  

I can make my hands stay at my side
I can keep my eyes from growing wide and staring.
I can hold my tongue and swallow my pride,
take it all in stride 
for just so long, if not so gladly: 
though I feel my heart behaving badly. 

Then I see my features will never fit the empty frame 
your desire names as love and holds so dear
It's not for me to fingerpoint or fix the blame
It only seems a crying shame when you're 
so near to me but, sadly - it's just my heart behaving badly.

It's a cautionary tale l have no right to tell.
There's no punishment more severe
than what's already self imposed.
if it's a crime then I'm the suspect 
and the victim here as well.
The file is shut, the case is closed.
No questions sought, no answers posed
because when nothing's said and never done
It will never be done so sadly - so sadly, it's just a heart,
my heart, behaving badly.






(comments?)

Thursday, March 14, 2013

wait


Don't fall on a rainy day.
Huddled 'neath umbrellas 
you are far too close
to take in sight of landscape 
or the directions of street signs

Clouds obscure the details 
in the sky and water beads on glass 
distort the images that pass 
across your eyes.

On rainy eves no stars are there  

to guide and any portal might seem 

to hold what you are seeking.

Don't fall on rainy nights.


Wait until the sun comes out.
There is time. 
Wait until the streets have dried.
Take your time.
Wait until your step is steady
and the path is firm; until your eyes
are open and clear the atmosphere...
wait until the perfect season 
comes to call, 
or perhaps you will never fall 
at all.  
Perhaps you should never
fall.