The ART Show

I walked into this show
it was an art show, indeed,
there was a painter starting
to paint, and his strokes
brought him to me…

as the show nears its finale
each stroke from once before
whispered, gently my name
twice more, saying take me
in, witness all that is me

This here I paint is my only
masterpiece…my art show is
just a display of what’s inside
that I’m too scared to show case

my heart is only one, can’t be
refinished or retouched once
it’s broke I can’t just simply
stand there and recreate each
stroke that makes each beat
the vibrations that live in me

NOTE: this piece was started July 25, 2008 – I was just able to finish it today

Who is this Man?

it is with unmerited favor
that he declares this hold on me
he decided he could not, and that
I could be subsided and now
he angrily tells me that I look
thirsty…his anger builds because
I won’t yield…his jealousy
rises because I look for another
but he’s already got his own
it seems to me as though he believes
because we decided to be friends
that that means I wait in the wings
for him to decide that he again
wants me…the absurdity that brings
is surely something, when friends
are supposed, to be- just and happy…
but i guess it should be that
I remain lonely because
he thinks he wants me

as if all he’s done can be undone
and the trust I once had will
reappear…oh what a pity
is all I hear…this whole
situation is just so unclear
is all my mind can hear…