Hephaestus Hobbled

Posted: July 23, 2018 in Uncategorized

I am a Vulcan by temperament
my home planet long lost
I am hobbled by its destruction.

A tragedy from birth my steps are halting
headway is slow but my way is steady
the distance narrowed only with great effort.

Certain feats are beyond me
yet odds are overcome
my gait is unimpressive.

No one records my progress
no one sings my praises I am unfabled
legends like eagles soar beyond my reach.

Mine is an old story told in a knowing glance
a rueful grimace a half smile
regret telegraphed in the set of my jaw.

Recognition elicits discomfort
none seek to emulate my form
though all must walk this path.

Sentimental to A Fault

Posted: July 21, 2018 in Uncategorized

All the ones I’ve loved and failed to love
the ones I’ve hurt the ones I’ve let down
the ones I’ve left behind –
I am so heartily sorry.

Unloved child
unlovable adult –
teaching the children well.

I made my way no need for tears
did what I had to my way just like a cliché
it sure seemed real to me then –
those who clear a path walk it.

The habits we inculcate become character
in solitude there is no need for explanation –
soon enough you slip out unnoticed.

I would have stayed but few asked
and some who did remained behind in other rooms
where mirrors showed things the other way around –
it appeared someone was always walking out either way.

Jack of Hearts

Posted: July 19, 2018 in Uncategorized

He deploys deception strategically
a purely defensive measure
knows truth is an Achilles heel.

Place your heart in the hands of others
find out fast how cruel or careless they are.

Different motives same result
pain like an arrow in my chest
avert your gaze stop hurting me!

Jack of Hearts was here all along
hiding behind the Joker.

I Have Regrets

Posted: July 15, 2018 in Uncategorized

I have regrets but I no longer entertain them
still they come knocking at the door begging for attention.

The greatest gift of all basic mammal empathy
how I know you without thinking about it.

A boy shields his eyes from the light of the rising sun
who taught him to do that?

We learn as we go picking up pain along the way
the longer you hold it the deeper the scar.

I have set these things aside they have no hold on me
nor can I regret the harm love has caused.

A Good Boy

Posted: July 13, 2018 in Uncategorized

I’m drawn to complicated women
perhaps because my mother was crazy
incestuous implications
a fast track to rejection.

You don’t need to say no bro
you only need to lie low
you know what you’re feeling is right
no doubt you should run.

Run right into flames
a martyr to maternal malevolence
breaking patterns breaking hearts
it’s for the good of everyone
above all my mental health needed saving.

I loved you not well but thoroughly
thoughtfully I could not let you go
lies strewn around me like a garland of roses
I didn’t mind the thorns
I wore them as a crown for your amusement.

If I’m lucky they will pierce my brain
prod me to remember how I got here
no wonder so many call out for their mothers
when they are dying.

Perhaps she appears wreathed in shining light
an angel of mercy sent to relieve your suffering at long last
with spectral mother’s milk to kindly cloud clarity.

A false miracle to help you favor fantasy over fact
before you remember to turn out the light
a good boy always says goodnight.

Black and White World

Posted: July 5, 2018 in Uncategorized

Duty call booty call we go where we want to be needed
our message is like a bullet through thick gray fog
we shed no tears keep our powder dry.

In the sky above a wounded eagle rolls over in flight
we pledge allegiance to how we want things to be
our banners cast shadows over those who do not stand.

Clarity of vision pierces sentiment easy to do what is hard
we seize the present moment to steal the future
passion has no patience for dissent in a black and white world.

Absent the Smile

Posted: July 2, 2018 in Uncategorized

Take care watch yourself
mind where you step.

A greeting a warning not a parting shot
absent the smile I mean you only good.

               Most harm I generated was self-inflicted
               not to say I didn’t do my share of damage.

The serious minded are no fun to be around
I miss my popularity.

There is no criticism in my quiet
no censure in my silence.

               My failure to share calm was a source of disruption
               I was dancing in the eye of my own hurricane.

If I could hold back the clouds
I would allow the sun to pour down upon your head.