On Oceans of Blue

she pondered life as the tetris blocks fell
how could one little hole cause such a mess?
as the blocks fall
and build
and leave no room for mercy
not a single piece fits
not a single hole gets fixed
and the colors change
and the game picks up the pace
she tries to think quick
to win the race
but some games cant be beat
arent meant to be beat
no matter how fast she thinks
so she starts again
hit the restart button
thats all it takes
back to blue
she wants to beat this game
but a hole is made
mouth feels like clay
hands start to sway
as she stears the block away
from another mistake
and yet
another hole is made
the pieces fall faster
her hands shake
she’s got to beat this game!
again the colors change
and the holes multiply
the mistakes she’s made on display
restart
no!
instead she prays
for something greater
to fill up this void
she’s created
suddenly she knows
she can’t beat this game
but one day
oh one day
Someone Great will

i should be drowsy,

lulled asleep by the drip drop of the sky above.

i should be sleepy,

drawn from my list and into a dream.

i should be entranced

enticed by slumberous hallucinations.

how dare my eyes stay wide

when nature sings this lullaby!

how dare my list grow longer

as i get more done!

i should be in another world

alive only in my mind.

no other way to spend a beautiful night

than dormant in peaceful anesthetic.

good night, dear list,

i put you off once more.

Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
that none have seen but we alone.
Tree and Flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate.
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the moon or to the sun.
Apple, thorn and nut and sloe,
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread.
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We’ll wander back to home and bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
And then to bed! And then to bed!

A pile of gravel is just a pile of rocks
Until an architect dreams it into a castle

An apple tree is just a tree with fruit
Until a baker dreams it into a pie

A swatch of fabric is just a swatch of cloth
Until a seamstress dreams it into a dress

A rose bush is just a bush with flowers
Until a gardener dreams it into a bouquet

An adjective is just a word
Until a writer dreams it into a novel

An oak tree is just a lot of shade
Until a lover dreams it into a rendezvous

A canvas is just a cloth piece of paper
Until an artist dreams it into a masterpiece

A ball of yarn is just a kitten’s toy
Until a knitter dreams it into a sweater

An imagination is just a lump of fiction
Until a child dreams it into a reality

A life is just a series of minutes
Until a man dreams it into moments

she whispered her dreams to her pillow
speaking of them as truth
she knew one day she would meet him
and he would help her dreams come true
so every night, as she fell asleep
she whispered her dreams as truth
because she knew one day
and one day soon
her knight will ride in
an expert in giving dreams life
and making them reality
and taking them as truth

she waited and she prayed
trusting in her dreams
patience and some pain
until her knight came
and promised to make her dreams true
now, she rests her head close to his ear
told him dreams she held dear
and she whispered her dreams as truth
and he knew he would one day
and one day soon
make her dreams true

i knew a german
she brought me tolberone
it tasted pretty darn good
i knew a woman
she gave me godiva
it went down pretty smooth
i knew a lady
she bought me dove
it melted like it should
but the best chocolate i have ever tasted
cost a dollar on an impulse
a hershey’s kiss
a reese’s cup
a three musketeers
inexpensive chocolate is misunderstood

why doth thou ask of thyself,
"what is my purpose on this earth?"
instead ask, "what does my purpose not include?"
and mold thy mission after that.
to steal and kill and sin
is not in Thy plan.

to live in sin or to die in Christ?
NO.
to die to sin is to live in Christ.
therefore, as i form my life statement,
let me hand the clay to You
and forget my own questions
so i can live anew.

Dear Random Lady,

because you are ALWAYS a lady, never a man

I did not have cancer. I do not have cancer. I do not care about your husband, your brother, your father, your best friend’s husband’s father’s brother who is a survivor. I am bald. I was sick. Now I’m not. My life is not stalled. I am a normal chick. Like yours, my blood can clot. Except that I learned that value of life and the lack of value in medicine at an early age, I am the same as you. So what if I wear a hat or a scarf. So what if my hair is only a few inches long. One foot at a time, I put my shoes on. That’s nice that you think you know. It’s nice that you try to empathize. But when I’m out with my friends, on a normal weekend, while we’re joking and eating and having a good ole time, please, I beg you, please: Do not interrupt to remind. I know that I look different but that’s not who I am. Just leave me alone, Madam! Your life is not mine. You do not understand. I may be bald, but my life is grand. My friends are swell, my family is great, my fiance is the best mate! I don’t know what you’ve been through, Lady, but it’s different than me. Please, stop randomly reminding me that I’m bald.

Sincerly,

The Bald Lady of a Halfway Normal Lifestyle

You may find them beautiful

And feel all warm and fuzzy inside

And as is usual

My feelings don’t hide

The sunflower, lets you know

That it’s you I adore

Through life as we go

Of this, you can be sure

The tulip, my declaration

Of love awesome^2

I send you my ovation

And love shared

The iris, my expression

Of wisdom to grow

Now my confession

I love you so

A yellow rose at the heart

With long slender stem

And now the best part

You are my best friend

-Jason Palermo

I love you
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.

I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;

I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,

And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple.

Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good.
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.

You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.

You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.

by Roy Croft