zephyrhills

another day passes and it sits upon my desk
just another thing to be thrown in the trash
many have held you in their hands
but it doesn't matter in the end
because you will forever be my half empty glass

no one respects what is in my glass
many just tell me to clear my desk
i see it floating in bubbles in space
but others just toss it is the trash
because they don't care what happens in the end
as long as they have it in their greedy little hands

sometimes you slip from my hands
and can be quite a pain in my glass
but i would rather have you in the end
sitting upon my desk then being someone's discarded thrash
you will always be my wasted space

it is funny how in our worlds space
you can be made a product in the right hands
consume, consume, consume and pitch in the trash
because no one wants a glass made of glass
that would be too cumbersome on a luxurious desk
so let this not be the bitter end

for you can redeem yourself in the end
and not be another particle clogging our space
if you go from a corner of a desk
into the right hands
that can carry the sacred glass
to the recycling and bypass the trash

they say "why keep a half empty piece of trash?
just hurry up and bring its end
later just buy another glass
and save yourself some space"
they just want you out of my hands
to focus me to what's upon my desk

but don't you worry my little water glass, I won't put you in the trash.
You breathe life into this desk and i will finish you in the end.
But for now don't you worry about the space because you are precious in my hands.

V-day Found Poem

Time

I was your everyday wild thing
Never to be caged by some silly ring
Up until that fateful day-
When I walked into the café
I could have cared less about the china glaze
That was before you put me in a haze.

You set everything in motion
That cup of haute chocolate your potion
I was lost in the cool water of your eyes
I didn’t even notice the other guys.
You smelled so good, like Calvin Klein and red velvet cupcake
From this dream I never wanted to wake.

Our friends called us a modern day Romeo and Juliet
We outlasted every bet.
Deep inside the chapel of love
Our heartbeat was one – beating like the wings of a dove
Our racing ruby pulses pushed
Sweet tangerine joy through out veins gushed.
Everything was a long walk under a luminous moon
Pink diamonds, something barrowed, something blue was sure to come soon.

It was the live jazz on the green that tipped me off
When all night all you did was scoff
The smell of sugar replaced with diesel fuel
Made me feel like such a fool
Then I noticed the silver ice behind your once blue eyes
And realized you were full of lies

So I came home early one night
And found that flash of fuchsia in my sight
You brought her into our bed
Obviously you wanted to lose your head

I had become the contradiction of myself
It was time to recover and reload so I pulled the voodoo book off its shelf
No one turns my sterling silver rose black
And not expect a retaliating attack

Finally I saw you as a looser
And once they found that kilo in your cruiser
It was all dark lights for you Joe Shmo
A dim solo light on your one-man show
That will teach you not to mess with me
Because now don’t you see
You are doing time
For what you did to that heart of mine.