Man

This man, right here, is an exception,
Possessing virtue, but no vice.
He should be, in an art collection,
Marked: "Not for sale- has no price."

Facade

Does shallow rhyme amuse you so,
That you decline to let me go?
Rhymes about a hundred roses,
Rhymes about how cute your nose is.

Can you not notice my disguise,
That I fashion from these lies?
That have no substance and no meaning,
But which you seem to find appealing.

I'll tell you now, I think that you,
Deserve far better than a few,
Love poems written by a man,
Who hides behind a crafty pen.

Please do not take this the wrong way,
And think that what I'm trying to say,
Is that there is a man of worth,
Who hides behind this awkward verse.

Because there is no such man here,
No wise man, oracle, or seer.
A poet made of flesh and blood,
Is all that's under this facade.

Bargain

Take me to the man who teaches,
How to sell one's misery.
What foul lie is it he preaches,
That promises, to set me free?

For if I could sell depression,
Mania, sleeplessness, and vice.
He can have all my possessions,
I won't haggle over price.

Tree

A lonely tree springs from a seed,
Blown from afar by cruel winds,
It has no shelter from the storm,
No forest, family, or home,
Although it has no single thing,
It is a happy tree indeed.

For when its fruit has blossomed forth,
And branches strain beneath the weight,
The birds shall not resist the lure,
The tree of loneliness they'll cure,
For with their help it will create,
A forest from the fertile earth,
To keep it company forever.

Deserving

So many times I've been oppressed,
By gossip, lust, and poor advice,
That I've been chronically depressed,
Lamenting this- my lot in life.

The children's laughter does not reach,
My ears, which have been so abused.
With hate, and spite, by vulgar speech,
Of every crime I've been accused.

The chains that bind me have no name,
My jailors have no mortal form.
I have only myself to blame,
I am deserving of their scorn.

Oasis

The Oasis that embraced me,
Has dried up,
And I am thirsty,
For a love that shall not leave me,
In a shattered paradise.

Follow You

Wave by wave does my emotion,
Chain my heart, to follow you.
Step by step, in endless motion,
I shall follow, and stay true.

Mediocrity

When life demands, you bend and twist,
The call, of your heart, you resist.
The path is clear, but you are still,
Frozen by love,
Of mediocrity.

Song

A woman's song called out to me,
And asked, "How have you been?
What drives your heart? What love you most?
What treasures have you seen?"

I turned around, and tried to say,
"My path is clearly set.
I know my heart and what I want,
I have not one regret.

But she would not accept this lie,
And sang to draw me close to her.
My feet moved of their own free will,
I'd never felt such love before.

I heard the meaning of my life,
Spelled out in words I could not understand.
Her voice required more of me,
And I could not refuse her this demand.

For she had shown me something,
Few have ever seen.
My muse had come to life,
Before my eyes- I saw my dream.

Train

This speeding train that carries me away,
Can't carry me away from you for long.
For I shall take another train today,
And it will be as if I'd never gone.