"architects amongst the damned"

"if four walls aren't enough
we can make you five"
you say with a smile
as you paste up the sixth

"this design has a fatal flaw
without air holes i'll surely
suffocate
surely"

say i with a frown
as i throw myself against the walls
in an attempt to tear them down
but again i try too hard

"darling,
i can't hear you over the sound"
in my head
in my head

"the only place i ever am
is always this"
you make the next barrier
i down the next fifth

we will never get out
"we will never
get out
of this."

I wanna be your alarm clock

I wanna be your alarm clock, baby
Get you up every day
You say you don't like getting up, baby
Well, I know the perfect way

I'd run a hand through your hair
And kiss you gently on your cheek
I'd wake you up with a smile
Seven days, every week

Yeah, I wanna be your alarm clock, baby
Get you up every day
You say you don't like getting up, baby
Well, I know the perfect way

I'd snuggle in beside you
Waiting for the sun to rise
I'd wrap my arms around you
With a smile in my eyes

Oh, I wanna be your alarm clock, baby
Get you up every day
You say you don't like getting up, baby
Well, I know the perfect way

You're so cute when you're sleeping, baby
Beautiful in every way
I wanna be your alarm clock, baby
So I can see you every day

Yeah, I wanna be your alarm clock, baby
So I'm the first thing you see
I wanna be your alarm clock, baby
So I can wake up with you next to me

Oh, I wanna be your alarm clock, baby
Get you up every day
You say you don't like getting up, baby
Well, I know the perfect way

Camouflage

Like a soldier going into battle
Each layer is carefully applied.
Is the intent to deceive or expose?
Conceal or enhance?
The paints of the social artist's palette
Applied just so - pattern and order.
But is it camouflage or display?
Does it hide a truth which lies beneath,
Or is the act of disguise the true reality?
The colours are shown....
Camouflage to cover an attack?
Or to defend a retreat?
The war begins....

Christmas from the other side...

Christmas is a merry time
To run, have fun and play.
But hither comes that fateful eve
Today is not my day

2 years ago I was full of joy
With daughter, son and wife
The family went out that day,
left me to sharpen the knife

The axe was sharp, it had cut wood
that which I carried inside
My family had left that day
Gone on that fateful ride

Soon my fire was burning bright
its heat filled me with peace
I longed to see my family again
Darleen, Yvonne, and Reece.

The food was ready, the knife was sharp
And yet they did not return
I was worried totally sick that night
And the fire continued to burn

I awoke next morning with a fright
The fire was black and cold
I searched the house for my wife
My family was scarce as gold

I called the police, asked for a search
but most of them were home
I sat and started at their pictures
Silent and still as a gnome.

It took until the late afternoon
Thats when I recieved the call
A car had crashed into a tree
outside the local mall

I raced to the scene, but found nothing there
Except a crumpled car
It was Yvonnes, I wept aloud.
My ordeals end was far

They took me to the hospital
And into the morgue we strode
As they spoke I understood none
As if 'twas some alien code

There upon three cold slabs
My family were laid back, asleep
They asked, I nodded, I couldn't take it
I fell into a heap.

And so now, here I am,
Celebrating the day alone
My stare is lost within the fire
At the thoughts, I begin to groan

I had no friends, I had moved away
My family were all I had
So now, a hermit, sits alone
With no reason to be glad

So be careful driving out these nights
Stupidity is a don't
Enjoy these holidays with family and friends
One thing's for sure: _I_ won't

Be safe, people.
Lightning strikes this earth about 500 times a second, and you are roughly seven times more likely to die in a car accident than be hit by lightning.
Best wishes to all, and to all: several good nights

Sys, not a good mood

"On Writer's Block, the Sidewalk, and Me"

I step on the cracks
In the sidewalk
Because they're there; Because i can

Later i go home
I stare at a blank screen
And my fingers insist on typing

Just to watch the words bleed
Across the page
One after another

Forming an endless silken thread
That i never want to snip
That begs me

To leave it
To let it grow long
Like stands of my hair flowing

Down my back and around my waist
And brushing the cement
As i pull myself up

From the sidewalk
Where i have fallen
Over a seemingly harmless crack

Because i was not watching
Because it was there
Because it could

And would
Trip me up--it's just
Another knot in the thread

Loss again.....

What did I do to deserve my pain
what is this life I lead
you told me you were seeing someone else...
why after such a short time...

our time was short
a few weeks at most
we were even laughing this morning

but to see you with him
it just makes me cry
my heart has shattered like glass

Haiku

This is for haiku
Not your random poetry
Please stick to the rules

Eloquence is tough
when constricted by odd rules
I am not being harsh