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      All poetry was written by me. I post poems that were previously written as far back as 1989. One little note, I never said any of my poetry was good. And certainly not everything is likeable.



          Charles

          Careful cautious child
          haltingly holding
          adventures and
          reading
          little love
          email, entertaining
          silly sayings.

          Written May 9, 2000

          Armageddon

          A ray of light explodes over the horizon
          the beginning of the last day
          the next explosion will be the last
          fleeing peoples
          mass hysteria
          destruction
          chaos
          panic

          Written March 9, 1999

          Lie

          deviant
          little, white
          half truth
          yarned
          whoppers
          fibbing
          misguided truths

          Written January 22, 1999

          Looking Back

          How could I believe all those 'I love you's'
          When the tears kept streaming down my face?
          Wasn't it apparent, you tore me apart?
          Or did we fall out of sync, lose our pace?
          Your evil insults shredded my heart.
          But you never used to be so cruel.
          What have I done to change you so?
          All I wanted was to be your jewel -
          The most precious thing in your life.
          Meanwhile the good days came,
          And surely went - twice as quick.
          Leaving me to wonder could we be the same?
          You loved me sweet and tenderly
          Before you turned your back.
          But I may never truly learn
          Just how I can win your love back.
          And so what makes me cry the hardest
          Is the knowledge that I never wanted
          Any of this to happen but even so
          Bad memories keep me haunted.

          Written early 2000

          Shattered Dreams

          What would you do
          if the world around you fell
          And all that you had left
          were the pillars that you clutched so tight
          The winds blew fierce
          Tossing your life around
          But there was nothing
          you could do to stop it
          Could you cling to all you had
          And hope for the best?
          Or would you surrender yourself
          To the gusts, be taken away forever
          Could you rebuild your life
          with broken sticks and pieces
          Or would you find
          that something special missing?
          With world destroyed
          and you all alone
          Could you go on
          or would you bury yourself in the rubble?
          Hibernate until you find
          that sleep that's more permanent
          Death.

          Written September 30, 1999

          Hurt

          Why do you hurt me?
          Is it for the thrill?
          Is it someone else's rage
          Or your own free will?

          How do you decide what to say? Do you pick and choose your insults? Do they come instantly to mind? Or is being that hateful too difficult?

          Written Summer 1999

          Eye Candy

          Look
          but don't taste
          Could be poison
          Or maybe
          Don't even look
          Because
          I'm a little insecure
          And you'd hurt me
          I'd get a little jealous
          Go a little insane
          And hurt myself more
          In the process
          of hurting you
          Control your desire
          for sweets
          And live a well-balanced life
          With me
          I'm not much to look at
          But being with me
          Will keep you healthy

          Written March 12, 1999

          Deep Depression

          I am depressed
          So I eat too much
          And do too little
          Then I grow fat and lazy
          Giving you two more reasons to hate me.

          Written March 12, 1999

          Same as You

          You say I'm cold and heartless
          And that I couldn't care less
          How could you be so thoughtless?
          I'm just the same as you.

          You tell me I'm mean and cruel Am I just playing the fool? Have you forgotten the golden rule? I'm just the same as you.

          If you cut me, won't the blood run? I get hurt and the tears come But why make me come undone? I'm just the same as you.

          Written March 1999

        The Businessman's Wife

        "The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment." -Dorothy Nevill


        "Hello my dear and welcome back Did you enjoy your trip? Supper's on the table, warm but may I offer a helpful tip?"

        I see his smiling eyes and lips And can't bring myself to nag, "If you had been away on business, You wouldn't have needed your golf bag."

        So as you sit and eat your stew I take a chair beside you and relay, "The tip I have for you my dear, Is to have time for work and play."

        Written September 3, 1999

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