On-the-spot Poetry

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

Around the clock,
It ticks and tocks.

[Un'Anima Persa]

Teenage love...

Can this be?
Am I in love?
Butterflies,
And spaced out eyes.
I stare from across the room.
You smile at me.
Then look away,
Could it be you love me too?

My online journal is filled with you.
Confessions of my crush.
Good thing you haven't found it yet,
For that would be too much.

For now, I can't tell you
I'm just too shy...
Still I cant help but wonder,
If you're that guy.

Teenage love, teenage love,
Why did it have to be me?
Teenage love, oh teenage love
Will it be me that you help him to see?

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

Poems someitmes rely,
On the feeling inside that hwen together we're equals.

And nothing compares with that.

[Scarlet Lioness]

Laughter, is good for the smart,
And Singing also, with the heart,
Underneath the stars so bright,
Guarenteed to last all night,
Hopeless, don't stall or wait,
Together with words, there's a quake,
Eventually, it turns into a grin,
Remember it's not a sin!!!

haha, ok...it doesnt make sense, but I'm tierd!!!

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

Apart from death,
There is no life,
Until we seek,
The new, the strife.

[Un'Anima Persa]

I cannot write when happy.
My writing feeds on pain.

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

I sometimes feel neglected,
Even when I'm sane.

(Rhymed with yours.)

[Un'Anima Persa]

My sanity escapes me though,
Every once in a while...
And this is when I lose my head,
For you live in denial.

Denial of my sanity lost,
Denail of my pain
Denial of my darkest thoughts,
The ones that seem to reign.

Denial of the lives we live,
Of our ubiquitous charade.
And so we live to give and give,
This 'Happy Time' parade


(the completion of the poem?)

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

The clock though ticking,
Soundless ringing,
Hunting us, my dear.

Silently it stalks us,
Through the last frontier.

[White Bumblebee]

The last frontier is a long one but fun,
The last frontier I need some bear but more a bun.

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

In the distance,
There seems to be resistance.
Toward happiness,
Thundering, by...

[Goober]

The time is over,
We are done,
I've been beat,
I guess you've won,

[Un'Anima Persa]

Facades and Charades

Excuse me sir,
What do you order?
Surely established,
A fine velour suit.
You sat down in front.
Best hurry, choose.
The show starts soon...

Why thank you waiter,
And might I add,
That your watch is just dashing.
White gold, I suppose.
You must know your fashion.
What would you choose,
If you were me
And I was you?

Why, thank you, kind gentleman.
Now if I were you,
And you were me,
The finest would no longer,
A fantasy be.
I'd order the best.
Fresh lobster,
Smoked salmon.
I'd eat and eat more,
The restaurant would be famined.
And after my dinner,
Bloated and drunk,
I'd buy a new suit,
Some luxuries,
A tux.
I'd find me a wife,
And wed her that night.
A fling, to extreme.
But surely worthwhile.
I'd wake up the next morn,
See what I'd done,
But her love would be more,
A beauty in the sun...
So I'd do her again,
And again.
And again.
Then I'd toss her aside,
Because I'd be that kind of guy.
And so, kind sir,
That's what I'd do
If you were me,
And I was you.

That's appalling, waiter.
I do have a wife!
And I love her dearly.
We've three kids; I've a life!
This suit that you speak of, it's only a fake.
I was hoping for a night,
That respect I could take.
We live in the slums.
An apartment,
Good sized,
We're a middle class family,
Not a bunch of snobby guys.
I'm a human being, and your 'wife' would be, too.
So piss off, Mr. Waiter, our conversation is through.

The man in his suit,
Promptly left.
Went home to his wife,
And gave her his best.
He promised never to leave her,
And was true to his words;
This man never left.

Now as for the waiter,
That cruel old man.
He found himself sulking,
His head in his hands.
He sat by a picture,
Of a beautiful lass,
The one who he'd screwed,
When he was younger,
As his story goes,
"She had a nice ass..."
And so just like his story,
He shoved her aside...
Bad move, sonny boy..
She sued his ass.
And his lot she had won,
Oh so rightfully... Leaving that filth
With the label of scum
And so from then on,
He worked as a waiter,
For he expensive bistro.
Wallowing in what he was,
What he couldve been...

Facades and Charades

Excuse me sir,
What do you order?
Surely established,
A fine velour suit.
You sat down in front.
Best hurry, choose.
The show starts soon...

Why thank you waiter,
And might I add,
That your watch is just dashing.
White gold, I suppose.
You must know your fashion.
What would you choose,
If you were me
And I was you?

Why, thank you, kind gentleman.
Now if I were you,
And you were me,
The finest would no longer,
A fantasy be.
I'd order the best.
Fresh lobster,
Smoked salmon.
I'd eat and eat more,
The restaurant would be famined.
And after my dinner,
Bloated and drunk,
I'd buy a new suit,
Some luxuries,
A tux.
I'd find me a wife,
And wed her that night.
A fling, to extreme.
But surely worthwhile.
I'd wake up the next morn,
See what I'd done,
But her love would be more,
A beauty in the sun...
So I'd do her again,
And again.
And again.
Then I'd toss her aside,
Because I'd be that kind of guy.
And so, kind sir,
That's what I'd do
If you were me,
And I was you.

That's appalling, waiter.
I do have a wife!
And I love her dearly.
We've three kids; I've a life!
This suit that you speak of, it's only a fake.
I was hoping for a night,
That respect I could take.
We live in the slums.
An apartment,
Good sized,
We're a middle class family,
Not a bunch of snobby guys.
I'm a human being, and your 'wife' would be, too.
So piss off, Mr. Waiter, our conversation is through.

The man in his suit,
Promptly left.
Went home to his wife,
And gave her his best.
He promised never to leave her,
And was true to his words;
This man never left.

Now as for the waiter,
That cruel old man.
He found himself sulking,
His head in his hands.
He sat by a picture,
Of a beautiful lass,
The one who he'd screwed,
When he was younger,
As his story goes,
"She had a nice ass..."
And so just like his story,
He shoved her aside...
Bad move, sonny boy..
She sued his ass.
And his lot she had won,
Oh so rightfully... Leaving that filth
With the label of scum
And so from then on,
He worked as a waiter,
For he expensive bistro.
Wallowing in what he was,
What he couldve been...


There are more like him,
There are more dirty, more scum.
And then there are more,
Who like some dinner with their rum.
But always remember the man in the suit,
The man with the wife
And the children
Whom he would salute.
The man with the love,
And the kindess and caring
The man that was proud
Of the suit he was wearing.
The man who simply wanted respect,
The man who was always straightforward, direct.
So when you have found your Mr. Waiter,
Remember, my friend, that sooner or later,
You'll find you a man in a fake velour suit,
And he'll love you,
And cherish you...
Until death do you part.
So just look for your man...
In that fake velour suit.

[Goober]

the dark is growing, everflowing, midnight run for death unknowing

[Un'Anima Persa]

As you sent out your SOS,
They all knew the drill;
You had no ship to sink.
And the world went right on turning.

You were sending out an SOS,
a 'Save our Sanity'
A 'Save our Soul'.

But to them you were only joking.
The little girl who cried wolf.
Another prank call...

You had no sinking ship,
And treating a kid for teenage drama,
Never makes the headlines.