Weed

Gripping his thick stem
the soul of the sin
I tug and pull with no relief
One day I will dig deeper
to find the root's end
and kill this destructive weed
But something has weakened -
much to my contempt
I ignore this rampant disease

The Doormat

Wipe, wipe, wipe
Stomp!
Wipe, wipe, wipe
Stomp!
Wipe, mud
Wipe, dirt
Wipe, filth
Wipe, worth
Wipe, wipe, wipe
Clean

Three

It can't be love
when your job takes the place
of the heart that follows
and the only thirst quencher tastes
of the pride and tears you swallow
as you constantly tolerate
the empty hollow
of one silent sigh

There is no competition
because you are free
you are starting over
you are not me
There is no resolution
to what needs to be
so I become the silhouette
of the next - Number Three

I want to be the island
that disappeared at last
be swallowed by the waters
I once lived on in the past
feel the cool upon my earth
once scorched beneath the sun
and be remembered for nothing but
a place that meant
something to no one

Undone

I don't have a family anymore
past judgments and conversations
white lies creeping on the floor
Cutting murderous accusations
splatter across a door
that once remained open;
nevermore

Don't lie to or about me
you see
that which you proclaim
of mine to be so false
is your own insecurity
Don't fool yourself
into thinking I created this mess
you are the creator
of all that you will never confess

In your vain attempts
to be unlike her
you chastise me
for what you were
In your self righteous mind
you choose to ignore
reality;
You are not my family anymore

Patterns

Fear is my motivator
but I dare not speak
a silent dark instigator
of patterned deceit
leaving charcoal fingerprints
and a worried retreat
perhaps only in my mind
or a realistic scene
I pause...

at the sound...

of a distant warning.

Learn

To earn the chance of loving you today
I'm given a reminder from the past
lost time, and tears --a price I have to pay
to learn to give you space and make us last
A simple concept born of selflessness
but difficult in action and in thought
One coded word to calm my shortest breath
patient beside you while you climb your rock
Then when the moon brings in our quiet time
all worries seem so blurry and instead
of fighting through the hazy, crazy signs
desire rears her sexy, yearning head
To earn the chance of loving you today
I'll grow with you if that's what makes you stay