Forever's Past

e.e. cummings wrote poetry about us

mozart gave us his very notes

but every poem has its last verse

every song has its final chord

and our love isn't being written anymore


it's ok
we said forever and tomorrow forever will arrive
and in the morning we can shed our tears
speak empty promises filled with good intentions
but tonight let's fill them with wine
and dance to the music we made
so long ago

do you remember the words?

la dee dee da dee dee da da da da

dance with me now hold my hand hold me up
i'm not ready to take our bow maybe tomorrow
when forever arrives and mozart's last chord is played
e.e. cummings will set his pen down and sigh
that you and i left him no more to say

and the silence of forever's past will fill the room.

someday on the next page.

we're living life on separate sides
of a book page telling a story
of one boy and one girl
who can't quite touch fingertips
reaching through the parchment paper.

the mundane world distracts us
from a plot written for lovers
who are lost but always dreaming
of a place where they'll be found
someday on the next page.

it was never meant to end in hurt.


you are standing in the kitchen.
i am taking out the trash.

two lovers, lost but always dreaming
of a place where they'll be found
someday on the next page.

I Wish I was a Painter

I wish I was a painter
So that I could paint of you
Laying in the soft green grass
Looking at a sky so blue.

I wish I was a singer
So that I could sing a tune
Of me oh-so-very happy
Laying right there next to you.

Children's Poetry

Oops!

No one told me anything
About the crocodile
They didn't mention his green scales
Or sharp and shining smile

They didn't say that reaching out
Was not the best of plans
And if you were to do it
You would surely lose a hand!

The Spoiled Brat

The humble child
Says please and thanks
And smiling, walks the mile
And talks about the sunshine
And the breezes all the while

The spoiled brat
Says nothing at all
And grumbling, walks a yard
And talks about how tiring
And how painful and how hard!

The Oh-So-Terrible Somethings!

I wish to think of nothing
So that I may fall asleep
But the oh-so-terrible somethings
Roar their roars and gnash their teeth
Saying, "Worry! Worry! Worry!"
As I frown and fret and fear
"We will get you soon--tomorrow!"
Is their threatening, frightening cheer!

All Warrior, No Lover

I swallow my apologies
and spit out my pride
Give strength to my ego
and take my own side

For once you will hear me
I scream with full lungs
For once you will see me
I paint truth with my tongue

My kisses are on strike
My tears freeze over
All you get are my arguments
I'm all warrior, no lover

For once I take my own side.

I'm all warrior, no lover.