Liquid Gold

It's on the days I feel the most
That my tongue forgets how to speak.
When everything is wrong-- all I can say
If asked is "I don't know".
Of course I know-- but i can't express.

It's on these days that my muse--
Not beautiful as one would assume--
Holds a gun to my temple and forces out
Of my pained existence, a few short lines.

It's on these days, that the blood pumped
Throughout my body is sluggish-- like molten
Lead, pulsing through my arteries.

It's on the days when a thousand screams
Are trapped inside my chest--
I stand silent.

It's on these days I forget how to cry--
Though I feel I'll be rent apart if the aqueduct remains closed.

It's on these days that the few hard-earned
Rays of sunshine slip through my fingers;
Like liquid gold it drips away--

All is darkness again...

Ode to a Silver Medal

ode to a silver medal:
sometimeS your best just isn't good enough.
your Continuous laboR, all for nothing--
just to End up second place--
still a loser, never a Winner.
but what can You do?
some peOple are meant to remain second-best
for the remainder of their Underachieving lives.
other people just need to learn to read between the lines.

Fire and Ice

The ice around my heart melts
From the warmth of your touch.
What held me Captive drips away
In a deluge of liberating tears.
At last my heart thas a reason to beat--
It has been rejuvenated by Agape heat.
Again it pounds with power and strength
and Purpose.
No longer Frozen in a stupor--
Too Afraid to Live.
No--
Now Bold to Live a life of Joy,
Of peace, and all-consuming Love
A light Ignites the remnants of this heart
What once was ice-- now a fiery spark.

the Sole Sonnet

When the moon gazes wearily downward
To weep for our sorrows and struggles past,
Blow her kisses to make her smile and laugh.
And as this tired traveler moves onward--
His hope-- gleaming in the pools of moonlight
As he sheds tears for the steps that fell behind--
Those precious footsteps that fell far behind!--
Each step a painful reminder behind...
But he wishes on the moon up above--
Blows kisses to mingle with light above.
At dawn, his soul gives such a doleful sigh
He whithers like a flower in the light--
Crying: "Return sweet Mistress of the Night!"