Tuesday, February 3, 2009

It hasn't been clear in a long time

It hasn't been clear in a long time
I had wanted to see your face again
But when all the clouds on Earth align
It's hard to see the face of a friend.

It hasn't been clear in a long while
And I've been longing greatly
To see, once more, your beautiful smile
But something always abates me.

It hasn't been clear for a long time
And yet the sky is starry
As I stare through the needles of pine
and see your face in front of me

It hasn't been clear for me
And something has been missing
For my realm is dark and lonely
Without your lips for kissing

It hasn't been clear in a long time
And though I rarely see you
It's good to know that you're still mine
Behind curtains of water, peeking through.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

The Definition of Insanity

The definition of insanity,
as told to me
was told simply:

Doing the same thing multiple times,
expecting a different result.

And yet, here I am again
At a digital pen and paper
Tapping, a rapping at my computer keys.

I am forcing the lines
Out through my fingertips
Every time I sit down.

I rack my brain for answers, then
something different happens.

I must be insane.
Else insanity is much more
than humanity could have imagined.