CoolB*log

I look out at them,
Trying not to stare.
Wondering what their stories are,
How they came to be there.
Some look gruff and mean,
While others timid and nice.
All are mostly civil,
Ignoring each others stench and lice.
They are all ages,
Many sizes and skin colors too.
Each one waiting their turn,
To step up in the queue.
And as I serve them their food,
I come to realize as I hand them a bowl.
While they may have dirty faces,
Many of them have a golden soul.

Keeping to myself,
Not joining the rest.
Only I know why,
Truly it’s for the best.
Someday, maybe, my stomach won’t be in knots.

Wanting to dance with you,
To hold you close to me.
Moving to the beat,
You being the only thing I see.

But I know it won’t be,
No matter how much I wish it were.
Cause I’ve asked before,
And got the cold shoulder, brrrr.

Wondering how come,
How could this happen to me?
Yet still I don’t know.

To walk beside you,
In the soft moonlight.
That’d be grand,
All through the night.

To talk with you for hours,
Getting to know you better.
That’d be great,
Listening to your every word and letter.

To spend time with you,
Seeing your smile beam.
That’d be wonderful,
But alas, it’s only a dream.

Stacking them up high,
Thinking they can reach the sky.
Putting blocks seemingly on a whim,
But they fit into a plan to him.
Stack a red one there next to the green,
Making an amazing scene.
But when it’s all built,
And made not to tilt.
That’s when the real fun starts,
Because that’s when you knock it apart.

Yearning for it to happen,
Wishing it would come soon.
But knowing I still have to wait,
For Friday afternoon.
For that is when the good times start,
And I don’t really need to worry.
Because work is over for the week,
And I need not rush and hurry.
But it’s not quite time yet,
And it’s so far away it seems.
But until it actually arrives,
I’ll still have my delightful dreams.

Pouring out my thoughts,
Emotions being set free,
Now on the paper.

So many possibilities,
Of what could be hidden inside.
Is it a new book to read?
Or maybe a scooter to ride?

The suspense is killing me,
Part of me wants to rip it open.
And yet also,
To keep it sealed is another yen.

Because sometimes it seems,
As strange as this sounds.
The possibilities inside an unopened box,
To the imagination has no bounds.

I cannot go on,
Knowing you’re so far away,
But you’re in my heart.

Over the edge I stare,
Not quite ready to go,
Even though I know I must.
So far down through the air,
To the depths below,
Eyes on the prize is what I need to do to be nonplussed.
Perhaps if I wait long enough it will go away,
But I know it is not so,
Even though I wish it were that easy.
Yet I know it will take a leap of faith today,
Onto the path I must go,
Needing to keep on before I get queasy,
Down the mountain path I go.

So many offers,
Perhaps this one is good.
As I consider the options,
My brain wonders if I should.
Silently I ponder,
Can it be legit?
And as I think about it,
My trash folder is where I send it.

My escape is blocked,
Oh how I want to get out,
Patiently waiting.

Tossing,
Turning,
Can’t seem to get comfy.

Stirring,
Waking,
Why can’t I sleep peacefully?

Tossing,
Turning,
Impossible to rest it seems.

Resting,
Sleeping,
Please don’t interrupt my dreams

Broken pieces on the floor,
I still can’t believe it’s done.
Running the day through my head,
Thoughts of all the delightful fun.
Hard to picture the garbanzo’s flying,
Doubly so the fish,
Amazing how stunning the party was,
Yet I still hope I get my wish.

Can’t say a word,
Have to stay silent.
Aren’t you going to guess?
Really you should try.
Am I not being clear?
Do you not have a clue?
Eureka! You got it!
Shhhhh.. Now it’s your turn.

Be careful dear friend,
When traveling near the river Nile.
Be ever watchful for the crocodile,
For seeing him could mean your untimely end.

For even though he seems lacking of any guile,
And has a big toothy grin.
He’ll just as soon eat you and your kin,
As give you that oh so deadly smile.

Going on forever,
One, two, three thousand results and more.
Overload of information,
Gadzooks, what am I in for?
Loads of places to go,
Eventually I may get to what I’m looking for.

In all fairness I suppose it’s not all your fault,
How could you have known that it would happen that way?
But I’m just sure I can totally forgive you,
At least not yet, not today.
In all fairness it’s partially my fault as well,
I could have, should have warned you I suppose.
But really, how was I to foresee what happened next,
When while lighting the fire you’d also light my clothes?

Though burdens seem to keep you down,
And barriers seem all around you.
Nothing seems right and everything seems hopeless.

Just remember that though you may feel alone,
And that no one cares.
I’ll help you break free my friend from your troubles.

I may not always have the key to the prison that’s holding you back,
But I’ll do what I can in your time of need.
Because I know you’ll help me when I need to break free.