I decided, very early on, just to accept life unconditionally; I never expected it to do anything special for me, yet I seemed to accomplish far more than I had ever hoped. Most of the time it just happened to me without my ever seeking it.
Lazy days
Today involves doing absolutely nothing of any substance.
Although I might squeeze your bum,
And possibly tell you I love you,
And the way you look in that vest.
There may be some light cooking,
But nothing of any real effort,
I may bake you a cake,
And put all the things on I like about you.
But nothing of any real effort.
I may ask you to marry me,
And tell you how perfect you are,
But nothing that requires too much thought.
I could possibly look into your eyes,
And tell you I’ve never met anyone like you,
But trust me,
This is going to be an easy day.
Speech.
Can’t you talk in full sentences?
A little bit of this, and a smidgen of that.
Can’t you have a full vocabulary?
When we really need to talk.
No, we don’t need to talk,
You don’t have enough words,
And the phrase quite frankly scares,
I’m glad you don’t have too many words.
You just repeat the same sentences,
And I just whole-heartedly agree,
And then the make up sex is great,
And we’re cemented again.
Until the next time you don’t pay the bills,
Or you bring that woman to the family dinner,
Or gamble all our money away.
Or call our daughter by your favourite stripper’s name.
I’m really glad you don’t have the words.
Goodbye is far too eloquent.
Speech.
Can’t you talk in full sentences?
A little bit of this, and a smidgen of that.
Can’t you have a full vocabulary?
When we really need to talk.
No, we don’t need to talk,
You don’t have enough words,
And the phrase quite frankly scares,
I’m glad you don’t have too many words.
You just repeat the same sentences,
And I just whole-heartedly agree,
And then the make up sex is great,
And we’re cemented again.
Until the next time you don’t pay the bills,
Or you bring that woman to the family dinner,
Or call our daughter by that stripper’s name.
I’m really, REALLY glad you don’t know too many words.
It makes goodbye too eloquent.
It’s not me, it’s you!
I’m the type of girl,
That doesn’t care about a messy fringe,
You wrote that in my school bag,
And told me never to buy any make up.
You looked at me all reassured,
That I was never to change,
My dummy on your bedside cabinet,
Would always be there.
It still lays there,
Collecting dust and trying to block out memories,
I still own no make up,
Fringe is still messy.
Smile is still honest,
Soul is still pure,
You got rid of your bike and toys,
And that was that.
Jack’s Predicament.
Jack laid down at the bottom of the hill,
Jill never came.
The sun began to set,
Jack become cold and shivered in the moon’s light.
His head hung,
He dragged his clogs across the cobblestones of her street.
He knocked on her door,
With his tired knuckles.
No answer.
Jill never came.
Jack set off for home,
For a mother’s reassurance.
Every day,
He would knock on Jill’s door,
Jill never came,
And fairy-tales died.
Up.
I don’t want to wait to sing your praise,
And although my heart has seen better decades,
I’ll take a chance on you.
Although my feet are rough from rocky roads,
I’ll walk on the beach with you,
And tell you everything you want to know.
So when you’re all alone,
And there’s no telling of where you’ll go,
You’ll remember the facts.
She thinks the world of you, and everything you’ve ever been,
And will walk a thousand miles,
Just to hear you breathe.
Honesty
Even through that bandana,
I can see the look on your face,
Through all the words that have been said,
I still remember this place.
I’m looking at myself from a different time,
Watching her every move,
Thinking she was nothing, from nothing,
With a plethora of things to prove.
I’m analyzing her guarded walls,
Taking them down section by section,
And then looking forward to the summit,
When I first felt a resurrection.
The difference can be astounding
But I expected it all along,
And it took me a little less time than everybody else,
But I did find my own song.
Silliness
I can see it in your eyes,
Every time you pray for me,
You’re twiddling my life,
Between those playful thumbs.
Your breath whispers reflective gratitude,
Your mouth enunciates words of stature,
Eloquent in your delivery,
Of a letter so anticipated.
Scratching along the seal,
Unaware of the sheer effort,
Faithfully opening with a beating heart.
Three words were all it took.
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