Posted by: reasondeceives on: November 29, 2007
i’ve been missing my keys
leaving things unattended
why do you always want to
keep the ones you find?
my heart has been welding
into the iron over and over
again…
and i’m slithering over the
metal shackles building
chains again…
but the blacksmith hammers
only while it’s hot and he
vanishes to cool it off at night
i’m never the same
so i’ve finally gotten the formula
right and [...]
Posted by: reasondeceives on: November 29, 2007
when i’m 40 and gray
will i get to marry a
“wizard”
or a
“superstar”
or a
“CEO”
or will i get to choose?
i’d take a
“floater”
or a
“pauper”
(or just anyone
who-would-love
-me-forever)
any day.
i’m learning how to live
as an old maid, solo.
as long as i have
my guitar
and my dark
chocolates
i’ll be all right.
i’m crazy
from hanging on.
i’m giggling
like i’m married.
i’m singing
like a little girl.
Posted by: reasondeceives on: November 29, 2007
they were just
four words
i read them in
two seconds
but, those four words were
written by the aussie lady
i’ve been galling for more
than two years now
so, i would like to think
of those two seconds as
progress being made
or the devil punishing me
for being stubborn
you cannot always have
things your way
and even if that
isn’t the case
it was a nice reprieve
from my [...]
Posted by: reasondeceives on: November 29, 2007
your overblown progress reports
give me the headache
and your squeaking elevators
bother me
but, i love the shrinks who work
at your info staff
and the fire-eaters at the 3rd and 7th floors
(they tell me the truth even if it hurts)
i love the chikka-google-coffee-
newsweek-meetings spree
(and the ostentatious conferences
you asked me to cover)
i love the way your logo looks like
the moon [...]
Posted by: reasondeceives on: November 29, 2007
“who the **** is this?” i asked myself
as i pulled off the cork.
it was clive owen again.
this wasn’t one of those fake hollywood
actors on the big screen. he was real–
with genuine feelings. he wanted to
marry me.
“over my dead body!” i shouted and
that’s when a bolt of lightning smacked
the windowpane. roaring, thundering
bolts–they struck whenever i am [...]
