lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


13 May 2006

69: I Walked

No, those shoes were made for stomping on you
to walk away from the dirt
that carried you on to be the cause of us united
and the break of all material eyes.

Not lying, the machine goes on
repeating beats man-made
those years ago
outsourcing ghosts of the unsupported families
with the heaviest hearts, we're overthrown.

3 May 2006

68: Unabashed

He was a romancer with a heart untold,
a witness to his own love crimes.
The cause of the effect of his own downfall,
Blindly stepping on all the steps.

Away, away, the fuel grows old
but re-ignited, it does flame, when called to attention
with no caged desire just a cliff to jump off of
and into the dark.

And he did take that risk with a boastful feat
and the heaviest heart
weighed down to his knees
but he didn't accept his own tragic myth
that he dared so much
to
conceal.