Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

tickle of my ear, the face licked clean by yesterdays flavors
watching endlessly for the car
the moment when i wont have to wait
anymore
all the days i wanted to see you
talk to you
lies and tales that spoke of strangers lust
the woman fat on the couch she told me you were bad
i believed her
can feel you from far away sometimes
bragging on a bar stool
talking shit, lonely wishing that it had worked
like a tattle tale
telling anyone that will listen about the time you really felt love
cooking for people for free food and drinks
saddens me
playing bad gituar in peoples barns
they drink fight and sing
and you wonder why i didnt like them
i wanted to share something with you that was real and strong
but you are still doing the same thing you were doing ten years ago before i ever came along
although i once thought we had a chance
i have changed
all this education has me reeling with my own potential
and you are hungover in your sisters basement
or in your dead mothers house
or someone elses house you are supposed to fix with slow carpentry
at any rate
i lost you to compromise
as i couldnt stomach the tales of victimization and your commitment to poverty
it can all change for the better
choose the way to life
on a good day if all goes with out disturbance
perhaps you would have been an artist
who can wait for such a day?
life is often so disturbingthe disaters of many keep us awakeat nightprayer is our consulation
send money to relieve guilt
or feel the prosperity of not having lots everything to mother nature
yet
the deluge of thinking
is perhaps what cries for mercy
my heart swells when i think i can do something about it
hopefully i can

I love reading your poetry, such an honest down to earth tell it like it is point of view and never do i feel it is writtten to please anyone but yourself and that is the way it should be written. Your biggest fan
ibleive

I agree with you ibelieve. Creativesoul got lotsa soul.....and I like that very very much.....

H