Thursday, March 29, 2012

triad

She held out her hand, after she had drawn the sun
where the blues outshown, the reds
And then her thoughts wandered to the
Basic Triad of relationships:
Respect
Love and
Lies
You can never love without respect
You need to love and respect to love
then there are the lies
In case one is missing for glue.

So, as the mud clings to my feet
Now, so heavy with the ills of
Life that I can hardly breath
And the backlog of emotion
Is spilling along the way.
others get the spray of my
Pain and their colors seem to vibrate
With the mix of reds and blues
And purple reigns
Nothing royal
No throne
No kingdom
Nothing

Listening garners respect
Talking requires a listener
humanity wants to be heard and be believed
Without being constantly questioned
Life should not, nor have to be a debate
Or as a requirement, to prove all that is said.
So, believe

Commitment is a requirement of love
Being there during life’s moments

one way, is divisive, lonely,
And depreciating to the desires of a loved one
Our lies are the paste:
We lie, we do not care
We can take it
We will make the other person better
By reflection or presence
We lie to ourselves, the greatest lie to all
About what value this life really has
Or the other persons life, realizing
Their value we imposed to make
Them seem more palatable,
And our life decision of choice, not so
Ridiculous.

as the mud clings to my feet
Now, so heavy with the ills of
Life that I can hardly breath
And the backlog of emotion
Is spilling along the way.
others inadvertently receive the spray from my
Pain and their colors seem to vibrate with the emotion
yielding
A mixture of reds and blues
And purple reigns
Nothing royal
No throne
No kingdom
No subjects
Nothing

All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

strawberries

I smell the lingering sweetness
Of ripening strawberries and it
Reminds me of a pain
That after a time becomes sour
And the bite no longer is inviting

Yet I hunger for them
The reminder of summer, cool nights
Starry skies to make wishes upon

I open the window hoping for
A loving breeze to embrace me
A feeling of relief from the
Heat of pain I can no longer hide
And I am tired of trying
To hide

The rain comes and leaves
Before I see the drops
Just the residue of moisture
Like lips waiting for the long
Awaited kiss

All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

the Ring

She TAKEs the circle so twisted on her finger
And it hurts to remove because
The skin of love has been removed
The blood from pain, lost opportunities
Expose the veins and all of the waiving trees look mockingly
The leaves seemingly scream With Regret
Loves strife with no guarantees.

All of a sudden, a fighters ring appears
the gloves have been removed
And armor hearts appear to hang from no where.
ropes appear to have the eyes of a child
Who hears the tirades you so arrogantly support,
With your unsound advice.
Slowly, the fighter, she falls.
No hand from you, to soften the impending blow
Just your jeers of how you have to be. Right.
The hearts keep swinging, trying to steal
The life.
But, are you as right, when you trample the
Dreams of others?
Destruction has been always with you.

giving advice, seems so noble to others.
Yet, the epitome of life says liar.
The clouds are lined with your
Untested opinions, challenging all
The beliefs, with a causticness that is
As thick as the slur of your tongue,
With no libation in sight to numb
The pain imposed by ignorant gnomes’.

All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

The turtle and others

See the turtle swim towards you
And her head is reaching for air
Slowly she turns, paddling towards the shore
Awaiting her, are eggs laid long ago in the sand

The rabbit runs swiftly from the fox
Blending in with the winter grass
Nestling against the tree bark
To avoid the natural smell of nature

The robin flies towards the nest
Built last spring
Torn to shreds by the winter winds
And squirrels
Knowing the start is a continuation
Of life
Ready to begin

I look at live and picture
The reflection of its meaning
In the mirror
Seeing reality, where others
Believe, because it is easier
To exist, to accept
Mediocrity
As the norm

All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

little things

Sky winds blow clouds away
The sun may shine again today
I linger for a while and deep inside I smile
I find comfort in the strangest things soft pillow
Clean sheets and books to read
A glass of ice, a small chocolate to nibble
A pillow to rest my head from weary thoughts
The trail of thoughts to cloud my mind
Stray occasionally out of line
I draw the pictures from a memory
Engaged
Yet no real image does it raise
I sigh slightly overwhelmed
Free falling seems so real

All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.