there once was a creature named Clip
which lived on the verge of my lip.
it oft told me to stop
when truth needed to drop ~
today, I just let my tongue slip.
upon the hearth of mice and men
a lonely prophet stirs his stew
adds brittle love and uncooked hope
a pinch of woe, enough for two
and in his dreams he stirs the world
lives hundred lives, yet touches few
for when he stirs, he stirs alone
his hearth his guilt, regret his stew.
… written for Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub. Grab your poem and come join the fun! Happy Anniversary, dVerse!
i do not like to post stuff that isn’t my own.
it almost never happens… but today, i will make an exception.
i keep a collection of post-it notes on my front door. every post-it has a piece of writing on it… a sentence, a word, a quote, song lyrics… something i enjoyed, something that stuck out. whenever i leave the apartment, my eyes lock on a random post-it… and usually, it fits my mood (creepy but true).
today, it was an old favorite of mine… and it’s been in my head all day.
thought i’d share.
Seek not the favor of the multitude; it is seldom got by honest and lawful means. But seek the testimony of few; and number not voices, but weigh them.
~ Immanuel Kant ~
several years worth of letters
still stain my fingers –
when i look, i see.
i will miss them, i know…
they used to be
my greatest treasure.
i will miss them…
but better to miss
than get lost
in twisted fairy tales ~
without a hint of truth.
while standing in a forest
the fool ran into
had to take
a bucket filled with ice-cold water
and dump it
over the fool’s head
for the fool
to finally see
– even those you are supposed to –
and cut you in two
but the hope
of the little child inside
still looking for
a proper parent
will always remain.
i am so sorry
you are still caught
in such a disturbing, malicious web.