dance little girl, dance

i hate you and how good you feel,
how everytime i'm with you it plays out in my head
like the best scene in any movie;
as long as the alcohols helping us out.

but shove us together monday morning
and where's the chemistry then?
and everytime i say i'm never gonna do it again.

i'm afraid to speak,
i might find out you don't remember my name,
and half the fun is dreaming,
it's all you think about.

but the way you walk,
and the indifference in your eyes,
makes me wish that i could be something special.

that when I walked, you'd turn to look
and when I talked, you'd not only listen
but you'd want to know more.

i wish i tasted as good to you straight
as i do to you with your two finger tequila.

Chance is for Fools

Let's not put this off any longer,
Let's do it now,
Tomorrow might never come,
Tonight's all we've got.

Tell him goodbye,
Tell him you're mine,
Sell your stuff, we'll buy a truck,
And get the hell out of dodge.

You seem content,
With letting things ride,
But I want to cash out,
Play my cards when I can.

There's a spot next to me,
You're the only one to fill,
I'll wander alone,
'Til you're in that seat.

So don't delay,
Don't tell yourself to wait,
It's here, it's now,
It's going away.

You blink, you might miss,
You told me yourself,
There's lots to find here,
So come over and figure it out.

someone else's shadow

... so this is an old poem.. not my favorite but until I get the ball rolling..

If you've got something stuck in the back of your mind,
I can understand why the tears well up,
whenever I mention that name;
Or why your voice tends
to go hoarse,
whenever we reminisce about the good old days;
from time to time I catch you,
staring off without a particular purpose;
And I wonder,
if it's really an under the weather type day
or if you are simply unable to forget.

What a Curse it is to be the Wisest of Men

I have all the answers, but you won't listen.
Your faults and insecurities are held so close.

So I say nothing.

A little bit of what you want to hear.
Enough to drop the subject.

I tell you something real.
But your response only shows that you don't understand.

What a curse it is to be the wisest of men.

A Fork in the Road and a Knife in my Chest

Night cold,
Breath warm,
Long sleeves,
Mitts worn,
Soft eyes,
Rough skin,
Sweet laugh,
Real grin,
Beat walk,
Street crossed,
Door held,
Thanks tossed,
Card laid,
Gaze caught,
Lip bit,
Should not,
Walk home,
Play fight,
Kinda wrong,
Kinda right,
Short words,
Long pause,
Can't won't,
Withdrawls,
And someone forgot to tell me this was a possibility when I believed in love.

Genuine Kind

I'm not in love,
It's only a game,
I fuck like a star,
And I scream out your name.

But it's not like it's real,
I'm not hoping to fall,
When the morning returns,
It is nothing at all.

To walk right away,
And say my goodbyes,
To watch you with tears,
In those downtrodden eyes.

And I'm not filled with hate,
Or with mean spirit, no,
I just know what's real,
And what is for show.

So if I am blunt,
And way out of line,
It's cause I've learned hurt,
Increases with the time.

It takes to be real,
And not just a mask,
So saying I'll call you,
Is too much to ask.

This life is more lies,
Said to defer pain,
Until we can't see it,
Like tears in the rain.

And I'm not willing,
To lie anymore,
If I say it I mean it,
So you can be sure.

That my feelings are true,
No matter their sort,
I've no time to waste,
This life is so short.

Said the man who's not me,
Who I'd love to find,
One who's real as he is tall,
Who's genuine kind.

See, kind is not nice,
Kindness is true,
And someday I want,
To be kind to you.

I am a Flame

I decided two things today; I want to write a poem every day for this site and I want to experiment with mediums I am not used to. I picked haiku today:

Pain is like a fire,
There are two fires that burn,
The lit and the flame.

The lit has been hurt,
The pain did not come alone,
It was set ablaze.

The flame set the fire,
It burns by its own accord,
The pain is felt too.

The flame shall be out,
When the lit no longer burns,
No longer feels the pain.

The flame shall burn on,
Should the lit never go dark,
Its fate has been sealed.

The pain that we cause,
Shall cause us eternal pain,
If we are not freed.

Forgiveness is life,
Given back to the damned soul,
They may live once more.

Fresh Garden Salad

Before a flower can bloom,
Produce beauty and wonder,
It must first grow from within,
Take from the world the good,
Resist the bad,
To burst out from inside,
And up through the ground.

Likewise, for a person to bloom,
Produce beauty and wisdom,
They must also grow from within,
Take from the world the good,
Resist the bad,
To explode from within,
Towards the sky and beyond.

As we garden in the spring,
We tend not only to the bulbs,
Or seeds sown sweetly,
We also tend to our souls,
Weeding the things which have,
Sown themselves through time,
Or through means without our control.

For we cannot protect our soil,
From things which want to harm,
We can weed regular, and care often,
And have faith that the bad shall not overcome,
And our soil and soul shall prosper,
Give forth flowers of great beauty,
And all the wonders of the world shall be ours.

Bus from Saskatoon

How much longer will it be
'Till my future becomes clear to me
I guess it's best I cannot see
Wouldn't trade the world for uncertainty.

Movies get wrapped up so quick, so easy
I'd rather fall hard and have a steady climb to be me.
With love and self respect the bottom is the place to be.
I wont have to cry to feel clean.

If ease is overrated then pain is the goal.

But i know that's not exactly true,
change the world - i'm living to.
Be right, and be followed, virtues be proved
and i'll never slow down, die following through.

-simon x, aug2005