Chamelleon Catepillar, Written 3/22/2011

Chamelleon Catepillar


In mind I'm morphing,
shape-shifting forever after,
shedding my skin
into some other self.
Coy, quiet, chamelleon.
In effort to elude all others,
so they wont eat me alive;
perfect defense mechanism in the making.
My future selves are all unkown
all differing in the slightest degree.
Doubting that any one person
truly knows me.

Uneasy Man, Written 2/10/2011

That night
you were despised,
that night
you deceived all eyes,
unbelievable and inadequate
it all must have been,
to see such weakness
from the strongest of men,
to watch you fall, then turn violent
and deny it all.

I understand
I really do,
not to cross boundaries...
but I see you.

Flailing, failing,
drowning and dreading dark,
the time for you to concentrate
on your lonely heart,
hopeless and horror stricken,
as you assess your own condition.

Lash out and latch on
to whomever you can,
but this contradiction
will leave you no hand.

Center of the Earth, Written 2/26/2011

Center of the Earth


For those of you who tease satire,
you'd better off fixate with fire.
Far less worth while to wager war,
or injure a wound already sore.
To be left with friends far and few,
whom all of which tempt fire too.
Burning bridges and befriending foe,
pushing extremities as you go.
Sinking beneath Earth's bejeweled crown,
temperatures ascending as you founder down.
Roaming low where the embers bellow,
life illuminates in an elegant glow.
Finding home in the only place you've come to know.

Hiding, Written, 2/20/2011

Hiding


Sinking sultry and unmoving
easing into elegant ambiance
amber brilliance burning wryly
wreathing withered what have we knots
teeming tightly timbers bowing
breathing seemingly semi-sleep
dreaming feeding each appealing
kneeling in an ending
fight the feelings
from further descending

Know Me, Written January 7,2011

Know Me


Apparently,
I'm plain as day,
easily figured out
in no special way.
No need
to dig very deep,
to get to the answers
you seek,
claim you know me.

Jot me down,
defined and done,
slap the book shut
and on to the next one.
Placed upon a shelf
to collect the dust,
only opened
as an absolute must.
Sitting silent so easily,
claim you know me.

Where I am,
and from where I came,
what I stand for,
origin of my name.
The beauty I see,
where my thoughts fall,
you know nothing yet.
Nothing at all.

Dark, Written Jan 24th 2011

Dark


A not so quiet contrast
singling out eternity,
all except itself
softly consuming me,
persuading precious color
to drop down, detach from life,
leaving landscapes stark,
a harsh black and white,
cropped out and uncontrolled
edges beaten and blurred,
consider myself practically sold
to a life that's now detoured,
running rampant without reason
aimlessly amongst the dark,
shivering silent in this cold season
every impression leaves it's mark.

Change, Written, Jan 24, 2011

Changed


You've had my heart now,
for quite some time,
it's not been kept in the best of shape,
but that's a petty crime,
these things happen,
over years of exchange,
we must expect here and there,
some sort of change.
And hills, the hills
and their indefinite range.
The ups and downs
all those years were a ride,
that we rode around,
and around,
flying up
and falling down.
A few pieces missing,
a crack here, or there,
oh but love don't worry,
those things, my heart can bear.
The small, and not so small,
wear and tear.