PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

passion within itself can be a strong and undeniable

aphrodisiac

it can bring even the most inferior of men up to snuff

and point out to the self confident what it is they

inapparently lack

damn its good to be back on the page

thoughts for success are often so difficult to gage

war with myself is not something I care to whisper

about or wage

especially now, as I , adding many a quicker month

to my current age

I can't seem to keep up without losing something of

myself even something so unimportant in the process

even the sight of wavy blond hair in sun light

churns my emotions in a hot cauldron of distress

but this is the usual me

I have to live with it for it's my mood

when he spoke to me the other day in the park

to the roof of my mouth my tongue was glued

my eyes were momentarily clouded with previously

unsettled lust

its too bad I made such a devastating mistake and

my heart I so lovingly gave to him in absolute trust

now, you're just a dusty but sweet memory for this

lonely poet to be inspired by

so be kind and don't stop and talk to me like we

were only old friends

instead, just throw up a hand as a way of saying Hi!

leave our mutual past where it should always be

in the past where you left it long ago

along with me

I'm not in love with you now but I was once

it's hard to hoodwink a hood

but its easy to deceive a love struck dunce

just one more thing before I walk away with only

these sad tears in my eyes

thank you for those two wonderfully glorious months

don't bother to try to make up for all your harmless

little white lies

you don't owe me anything anymore

not since the day you broke all the ties

now as I watch you make your choice

as I take a single breath you slowly walk away

and a very small clenched hurting part of me

lets go and equally dies

this is the end of all our PREVIOUS GOODBYES!!!

( written Aug 23, 1991 pm)