Random Negativity
February 28, 2009
I’m moody
I’m a cynic
I’m overly critical
sometimes
I think too much
I get anxious
I worry
and I overreact.
I’m morally relaxed
A liberal
I’m apt to throw out
ideas for which I can’t
find believable evidence.
I can be difficult
I like both
Freedom and control
I’m full of contradictions
I’m a walking paradox
And I like it this way.
I’m overly complex
And irritatingly simple
I anticipate sadness
and difficulty
I see them as covert positives
As fuel for
The fire of the soul
Having said that,
hardship scares the hell out of me
and while I know I benefit from it
Part of me
Still hates it.
I get mad for no reason
Happy for no reason
and sometimes want to be sad
for no reason at all.
I forget important things
about important people
and sometimes don’t pay
attention to what’s being said
I can be difficult to know
Though all I want is to be known
My lack of trust
Can make that difficult.
I’m skeptical of faith
Leery of experience
And doubtful of expression.
Sometimes I would rather listen
To the orchestra in my head
Than the melody now playing
And I spend the whole movie
Just waiting
For it to end.
I’m not as peaceful as I want to be
Not as focused as I want to be
Not as kind as I want to be
Not as loving as I want to be
Not as gentle as I want to be.
“There’s always room for improvement”
Is an understatement.
~wbv
The Mountains I Cannot Cross
February 24, 2009
I am aware of some mountains
Those I cannot cross
Those I cannot climb
Those I cannot conquer
Not because I am weak
Not because they are too high
Not because of their distance
Or anything like that
I cannot see their summit
I cannot touch their base
I cannot grasp their beauty
Or even begin to take them in
The mountains I cannot cross
They are more beautiful
They are more serene
Than any barrier I have yet faced
The beauty of such mountains
Is not in seeing them
Nor in conquering them, or even trying…
But in simply knowing
That they can never be crossed
Except in my dreams
~wbv
Falling Up
February 23, 2009
For years it seemed each time I fell
I’d fall down hard, to depths not known
Until I learned that falling up
Has special benefits all its own
When falling up the air is soft,
The heart is light, the love is free,
The painful truth of falling down
Has no hold on you or me
When falling up there is no fear
Of violent meetings with the ground
Or bruises, scrapes, cuts, and scratches
That are all so common when falling down
When falling up it’s not away
From those we love or those we like
It’s falling towards what matters most
The soul of truth, the “stuff” of life
It’s falling into open arms
Where failure builds our future dreams
It’s falling towards the secret place
Where quiet hearts find hidden peace
~wbv
Undefined
February 21, 2009
It has value
But no name
It has substance
But defies description
It has memory
But no real beginning
It has potential
But has already died
It began with intention
But exists only as an exception
It is hated for its complications
But needed for the sense of balance it brings
~wbv
Biram
February 19, 2009
You raised the child
Whose dad had died,
You never left
The emperor’s side.
You ran the empire
With love and truth,
Yet fate would fail
To honor you.
When you walked away,
When your job was done,
When your fight was fought,
And your battles won,
You were on your way
To the pilgrim’s home,
As the child you raised
Sat high on his throne
And some greedy thieves,
Took more than your gold,
More than just things
That can be bought and sold,
They took your dreams,
Your hopes, your fears,
They took your happiness,
Anger and tears,
For no good reason,
You died that day,
And those who killed you
Walked away.
~wbv
Picture Imperfect
February 16, 2009
I look at you,
I see perfection in everything.
I see you shining,
I want to capture it all.
If I fail to see you
For who you are, I am sorry.
If I have not captured
Your love of life, I have failed.
From outside the picture,
I see perfection in everything.
From inside the picture,
You break my heart into pieces.
Though picture imperfect,
I have found a composition worth dying for.
Yet my love is shattered,
For lack of a suitable frame.
~wbv
That Window
February 13, 2009
I wish I could be in that window,
You know, from the reflection in your eye,
The one beside the door that
I wish I could walk through,
The one in the wall that
I wish weren’t between us.
I wish I could be in that window,
The one that’s part of the house I don’t live in,
You know the house…
It’s the one on the street I don’t walk down.
I wish I could be in that window,
And be part of your scenery,
Part of what you see and hear,
Part of the world you rely on,
Part of your everyday life.
~wbv
Torn
February 11, 2009
~wbv
A House Like Mine
February 10, 2009
I’m looking, searching,
For a house like mine,
For place to call home,
For a place where everything
Just feels right.
I’m wanting, longing,
For a house like mine,
For a place I can dwell,
For a place that brings
Security and peace.
I’m hoping, wishing,
For a house like mine,
For a door that will let me in,
For a place that is
A part of me.
I’m open and waiting
For a house like mine,
For a home I can accept,
For a room that
I can take in,
And feel the unity
Of home.
~wbv
Wanted
February 8, 2009
I wanted to say but I couldn’t,
I wanted to go but was too late,
I wanted to stay but had to leave,
I wanted to see but I blinked.
You wanted to listen but didn’t,
You wanted to be found but you hid,
You wanted to be caught but you ran away,
You wanted to reach out but stopped short.
What we have wanted, and only wanted,
We seem to have missed.
~wbv
