I have decided to take up writing poetry again and I would like somewhere to do it, so I've created this page for myself. It will help if I can place it up and step back, because as I haven't done it for awhile I'm likely to suck mightily at first.

Feel free to kibbitz, but if you're insisting on being a negative nelly, I may just blatantly ignore you. So hah.

And thus we begin

A Few Small Observations

I woke up early this morning with the sun, left for my daily walk, and glimpsed my future behind a nearby tree in the park.

Tomorrow I shall sleep late.

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Every individual's life contains within it at least one perfect story

It shames me to think how many in this world

Live in pencil

King Arthur is Relegated

Before now I never knew music

Before the existence of what we know I only knew what it was

To read novels

To love poetry

To dream things far and away from the immediacy of myself

Wrapped in ignorance and silence

A deaf beat in the heart of the world

And suddenly you

Like a magnificent glorious child to hold me and to sing

And to play like some sort of small glittering piece of God

Existing in and of yourself and wrapped in the selfishness that you've known all your life

And yet needing me

Calling in a dream and in waking every time I need you

Your music is all the colour that ever was

The sum total of the existence that is possible

On blank canvass

As the world bears another china blue Vincent

Wrapped in pain and love and delight

With hell following and yet at bay

How then, shall I,

Once a character in this glorious

Odious epic

Return to the safety of nursery rhymes

Abandoning the pain and majesty of men

Dragging my armor behind me

And Again

It's too easy.

The way the answer of your skin pleases me.

The way you push and smile and hurt

One day is gold, the next is dirt

I want to make you answer me in a way

That doesn't let you off the hook

and make you stay

Anyway

You can only give me what you know

It's just the same old answer and

Now I have to go.

The Faithfull Fan

My friends they all laugh, some say I'm a loser

The way I spend all day searching you on the computer

But I know that you'd love me, know I could make you smile

That's, if you aren't that repelled by some piles.

Normally I spend all the day in my bed

But seeing you once, I can't get you out of my head

I've put on a dress, I've actually showered

And cleaned off my teeth and faithfully scoured

The scales off my feet, and walked to the store

Without you I think I'd weigh many pounds more than

The four hundred and ten that I claim right now. I thought if you saw me

You'd think I was a cow. But I'm no longer afraid, my dear

No, not one bit. So let the rest laugh, let them call me a git.

And let them all shout, "Who et all the pies?!"

I'm not afraid of my odor, nor afraid of my size.

I've made myself beautiful as beauty can be

And written you an email telling you all about me.

I've read all about you, I've studied your life.

I'm faithfully waiting, now go leave your wife.

Andy go

Where did Andy go?

He was here the last time I turned around;

Watching some movies or out on the town.

Where did Andy go?

I saw him just yesterday.

I'm going to be off work soon, ready to play

And I can't find Andy.

Rolling in bed or snuggling tight;

Waiting to get on a train or a flight.

I remember those blue blue eyes;

Remember his laugh... remember his size.

Where did Andy go?

With his warm smile and affectionate arms,

His own brand of kindness, his passionate charm.

I've looked under the bed and behind all the doors,

Climbed on the shelves and got down on all fours.

I'm more than a little bit lost, I confess.

Where he has got to is anyone's guess.

Where did Andy go?

If you find him, send him home.

Ask him to write, or even to phone.

You see, he's my heart and half of my soul.

Where did Andy go?