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

Fire and Water

My heart has sunk too far back down below
The place where hope and faith immortalized
It won't continue past this point I know
each memory shared, each smile, each tear, each sigh
Her name engraved like acid on my tongue
destroys my own and what it ever meant
when uttered softly even far from home
Your love now gone -- I have no confidence
in swimming. Fresh clear waters do not wash
away the new stained dark reality
of words that smell of fire, smoke and ash
My tender skin burned raw by third degrees
of peeling, bleeding wounds that will not heal
into deep waters so I cannot feel

Intrusion

Help me as I read through every poem
to understand his love has gone to her
Find me as I feel so lost and lonesome
to know the air he breathes does not concur
with how my heart suffocates in silence
Perfume, sex and whispers -- brand new lovers
intrude upon my home -- guilty violence;
swift murder of my hope by another
Put me back in darkness where eyes can lie
and poetry was once written for two
where "never," "always" and "only" abide
inside of my undying love for you
Hold me as I realize these sweet songs
were written for someone else all along