Self loathing
Comes in a thousand flavors
And I've tried them all
And disgust
Adds its own spin
A quick look in the mirror
Says all I need to know

Today is the Tuesday
That I chose long ago
To make an about face
To start again
With a fresh new face
And see the world
Through a new set of eyes
But you can't always control
What Tuesday will bring
And you can never foresee
What isn't meant to be seen

Tuesday came and went
And with it
The rest of the week
My resolve
And a goodly portion
Of hoped for change

I'm an undistinguished man
I've lead a petty life
I've no inheritance
To leave my children
I've no future
To which I strive
I've no desire to change

My head is squeezed
By the vices of my youth
One more bite left
And I can rest at last
So much for the future
Maybe he was right
And there is only
One bridge left
One to be half crossed
It's the question of the day
And I'm not prepared to answer

Strange to see the sun today
When I'm feeling
So dark
I left the couch
Just long enough
To look out of the blinds
But I left the phone off
The tv is always on
And the cupboard stays empty
The sun hurt my eyes
I couldn't look for long
Just long enough to see
You walk by
The sun in your hair
That self absorbed smile
It was too much to take
I turned up the volume
On the tv
And sat back down
Waiting for the man
To bring my dry goods
And frozen dinners
Shut in here by design
I've nothing to complain about
But it all still seems
So empty.

My cell phone croaked
A bellow of hello
It was you on the line
Singing of flinging
Yourself to the stars

I listened all I could
Said hi and bye
I hung up the line
Missing your kissing
When you were my heart

I resolved to find a solution
Become smart with my heart
To stop tripping into love
Beat the heat
As it were

That was the day it began
The mark, the start
When the world got all twisted
Went from sadness to madness
I heard it calling...

It leapt from the grave
It's teeth a sharp wreath
Of blood and yellow
Gnashing and smashing
My fragile sanity

Sharp and sinister claws
Ripped weak and meek
From my heart
Put crooked solutions, delusions
In their stead

I woke the next morning
Felt bold, yet cold
I dialed you up
Whispered fear in your ear
Because it told me to

Picked up the knife
Felt the weight, the wait
Tried to tell the imp
I'm done with your fun
He just grinned

My cellphone croaked
No, it's me you see
I'm in a special place
Fateful day kept at bay
By the triumph of...

Reason, season
Faith's debate
A moment of clarity
To quell the insanity

An ode to just one woman
Is a difficult task
But if you'll bear with me
I will try my very best
To do her justice
This is a woman I promise
You've never once met
Though you may've heard
When I've spoken of her
She is a stranger to you still
And so I hope to give you
Just a tiny glimpse
Of what it is like
To know her as I do
She is perfected
In the art she practices
She has an eye
For combining all of life
Into one delicious dish
She is a mother and wife
A woman who takes care
To nourish her own
And spice to perfection
Everything she creates
To watch her
Is to watch mysticism itself
Turning bits of this
Portions of that
Into a new glorious recipe
It really doesn't matter
Whatever your going through
She'll whip something up
And serve it hot
Now to the outsider looking in
It may well seem
That she is one dimensional
That there is only one thing
She knows how to cook
But having lived with her
I must say
She possess a thousand varieties
Of that singular dish
A million cascading
Flavors
Culled from every aspect
Of the life around her
And the more you devour
What it is she serves
The more you can come to enjoy
The essence of what she does
The more you find yourself
Craving her creation
That marvelous dish
She calls
Kummerspeck.

So much less than sincere
His face had intent
Writ large
A slowly spinning crisis
Best used for advancing
Became the tool he used
To meet the future her
She matched his glaring
Discontented soul
With her own sense of wonder
She pouted without realizing
How much she reminded him
Of what he'd thought he'd lost
As always with a scheming heart
Eureka come a moment too late
And the slowly spinning crisis
Spun him out of control