Poem 88: Taming the Wild

Please release these ties

Unhook the leash

Let me free for just some time

I wont run away too far

I'll resurface soon

If you let me go

when I come back

I'll want to stay much more

But if you cant let go

I will break free

and you may never again

catch me.

Poem 87: Fill in the _____ (Faith : Trust : Hope : Love : God)

At times the hardest thing to do is the best

perhaps it hurts a bit, or a lot, or a magnitude

unmeasurable.

But, its those times that the pain is worth the price

That is, to say, if you know its right.

But, how do you know its right, if it was asked for by someone else

_______, I guess, is necessary

when all else is immeasurably

non-understandable

or countable

or able to be taught,

______ is what allows relationships to be anything at all

_______ is what leads life and takes away what should be not.

Much indeed is found, when _______ is sought.

Poem 86: Perhaps

Perhaps I should?
Perhaps I'll go.

       But, Perhaps I shan't?
       Perhaps I can't?
   
              So, Perhaps I won't.
              Hmm, Perhaps I'll try?

                     Oh, Perhaps I'll fail?!
                      Perhaps I'll cry!

                            But, Perhaps I'll win?
                            Thus, Perhaps I will.

                                   Perhaps I'll die.
                                   But, perhaps I'll fly.

Poem 85: Chips

Chip dip

nachos

salsa

guacamole

chip dip

nachos 

salsa

guacamole

chip dip 

nachos

salsa 

guacamole

SALT

and 

CORN

love

ME

Poem 84: 1-14-1

I

am

one

lone

human

living

amongst

numerous

 civilians:

helplessly

 dramatizing,

individually

 corresponding,

simultaneously

 eavesdropping;

experiencing

 interaction;

Hopelessly

answering

survival

without

giving

 heart,

 mind,

air

or

I

Poem 83: Thorn in the Flesh

My thorn in my flesh I hate

but, I cling to it as my namesake

remembering that I am human

just like those around.

It is my worldly connection to rebellion 

controlled in its limited time extension

of rejected thoughts.

This thorn in my flesh controls

though against it I both push and pull

to find my way back to the peace I know

Without this thorn.

Poem 82: To Travel South

To travel south for winter

or traverse the roads for warmth

To travel south for freedom

(though, perhaps some travel north)

But, traveling for pleasure

leaves me simply at a loss

Responsibility is South

but home, down south is Lost.

Poem 81: Games

Some say that games are wasted time.

Others jump on the chance to play to push their mind.

Still some ignore their presence to focus instead

on books, magazines or newspapers read.

I see games as an escape;

a hiding place from other things

which shouldn't be rewound

searched out or found

Games are a fast win;

an opportunity to spin one's softened pull

into the full-fledged, metal-decorated, glory-seaking other half 

of one, completed whole

Poem 80: Crocheting Friend

Sitting beside me crocheting

I know you're with me existing

but only your arms are moving

your hands are doing their own groving

and your eyes are barely focusing

past the yarn thats twisting and turning

at your fingertips

Gentle friend, don't gift me

just remain with me, crocheting

and in silence, sit close and be near.

Poem 79: Canada

C - Collosses college memories
A - Aid in adreniline-mixed anxiety 
N - Neglecting nuances of present company
A - And advertising instead a
D - Dear and daring past full of
A-  Amazing memories.