Foolish

How foolish can one be?
To burn ones hand,
And still be boiling water.
To burn it yet again?

To be a fool as such,
It takes much skill & talent!
To be so blind, to all predictable reality,
Takes courage & stupidity!

How silly can one be?
To let his heart be torn,
For surely he must see
When eyes hold so much scorn.

I haven't got the strength

I haven't got the strength
To keep on fighting you,
I'm no longer your child
Do not, treat me as such.

I haven't got the will
To prove that you are wrong
I haven't got the time,
To argue all day long.

Forgiveness

Forgiveness is a tricky thing
Some say they are forgiving,
While others never stoop that low.
I do confess
I easily forgive, but only
when my heart's not well.
I'm weak like that
He'll say he'll call me,
But never does the phone ring
He says he'll be right back
And never does he come
While I, so silly is my state
Wait every second for him.
That phone will ring!
I tell myself,
But never does it do so.
I know it won't,
I know you lied,
I know its not forgetfulness.
Yet I persist to be this nice.
I do not show I'm angry,
I do not show I'm mad,
Dare not I act that peeved
When next time I do see you.
Forgiveness comes too easy,
One word from those sweet lips
Makes me forget,
The torment I've been feeling.
One look inside your eyes,
Forgetfulness...
What lies?

***2003-2004***

Brewing...

The feeling's boiling still
It's not yet brewed to brim
I've no expression for you yet
I'm still mid-simmer here

With time the feeling will float up
Cooked, done, and merry to the top
It will announce its presence to me,
And I shall surely write it down!

Two halves

You are a lost and confused soul
That dares to dream forever
I am a lost and confused soul
And wish to dream forever

We are alike and yet apart
You dream of lies and live a life
I dream of life and live a lie
We are alike and yet apart

You're not alone yet, act it
I'm not alone yet, feel it
We are two halves; identical.
Yet fit not to each other.

**2003, this was a sister poem to the "split halves" posted earlier below as it was really written in response to the same individual.**

In years past gone and done

In years past gone and done
I'd said I haven't got the words.
Today I have too many of them
And you to shower them with!
They say time gives one wisdom
To me it gave; perspective,
Which ain't so bad considering
I now can speak my mind.

Split Halves

My heart pangs me with shame
These words we spoke so privately
Distressed my mind and peace
I do believe the load's too big
For me to carry soundly,
I fear this is the end
I can not handle this
I want too much
And you;
A bit.
Our hungers differ,
Our paths are split.
There is no hope,
To join in peace
These two such halves;
Forever must be split.

*2003***