Wednesday, October 29, 2008

So Many Poems

So many poems already exist

Enumerating the joys, the sorrows, the bliss

Of relationships over or just starting out

Smiles and tears, an occasional pout

Roller coasters and reruns, dinner and a show

Holding hands, sharing glances, faces aglow

No two affairs of the heart are the same

Some are like work and others a game

Poetry reflects the many perspectives

Open our eyes and make us reflective

So read all you can and accept that which fits

Ignore all the rest ‘cause they’re probably shit

Sunday, October 26, 2008

I don’t believe in promises,
but I do believe in trust.
Questioned on this
at first I didn’t have a response,
but now I know.
A promise is but words based on the giver’s attempt at commitment to something.
Trust is based on what the receiver has come to believe about the giver’s capability to follow through.

Definitions from Wikipedia:
“Trust is a prediction of reliance on an action, based on what a party knows about the other party.“

A promise is a psychological contract indicating a transaction between two persons whereby the first person undertakes in the future to render some service or gift to the second person or devotes something valuable now and here to his or her use.

Some quotes on topic:
“I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you”

“We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy”

“I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish He didn't trust me so much.”

“Without trust, words become the hollow sound of a wooden gong. With trust, words become life itself.”

“People who have given us their complete confidence believe that they have a right to ours. The inference is false, a gift confers no rights.”

“Promise little and do much”

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

How many times?

Just how many times
Will I allow myself to fall prey to your promises
I want to believe in you and your words
But they are like sand in a sieve
You question me for questioning you
Yet my doubt is real and founded in false assurances
You say you want me … you need me
But you neglect me
And I let you get away with it
Just how many times
Will I allow myself to fall prey
No more
(till the next time ... I am weak)


Even as we speak
The colors are changing
Vibrant oranges, rich reds, brilliant yellows
The temperature drops a tad more each night
Cornfields become corn mazes
Leaves fall, burying latent signs of summer
Days shorten
A magical transformation in preparation for winter
Oh amazing autumn

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Home zone – war zone

Home zone – war zone

If these two factions cannot find truce
What hope is there for nations
Fighting for their home land

Shrapnel lodged in the memory
Of harsh words launched years ago

Torrent of emotions: fear, pain, jealousy resentment, loneliness, abandonment, favoritism

Insults launched like hand grenades
Even a simple meal can lead to hand to hand combat

Threats of torment
Sneak attacks on personal property
Intrusion on solitude of day to day life

Rare tides of calm exist just long enough
To lead to a false sense of security

Both sides deny the responsibility
Of being a catalyst for outbursts of chaos
Both innocent in their own minds

Although attacks are not directed at me,
Switzerland - the motherland,
I am injured by the fall out
A prisoner of war in my own home
I want to flee for shelter
For refuge pandemonium and turmoil
But I am bound by commitment to this place I call home.

Friday, October 17, 2008

So Vivid

So vivid was my dream
that when I awoke
I was surprised to find a tear,
not your hand,
caressing my cheek.

When I extended my arms
To pull you to me
all I got was an embrace of air –
empty even of your scent

Your lips did not linger on mine
Your eyes did not gaze at me

But yet your memory,
Imbedded in my mind,
was real.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

On This Night

On this night
if I fall asleep
you will see a smile on my face.
And if you trace my lips
with your fingertips,
you will find the echo of your name
lingering there.
And if you place your ear
against my beating heart,
you will hear the rhythm
of our last dance.
And if you could read my mind
you would know
that it is you I'm dreaming of.
(from 99)