Bread may be the Enemy

(mmmm delicious loaf, so evil and delicious, i had to let my sense of humor out somewhere!)

I think bread may be the enemy
loaf waltzing in
a dinner of crisps and blood
where to begin

lucky i kept it
locked and lost
so even it's wafting scent
wouldn't cause me to give in

poets chanting spells
of love and hate
these old druids and their ways
we long forgot, but always sought

lucky i kept it
locked and lost
so it's delicious texture
would tempt me not

then why keep company
with the baker
if his wares destroy you

why keep company
of the poets
if their rhymes implore you

i think bread is the enemy
i'll tend these waters with care
i think bread is the enemy
it's time to do what i wouldn't dare

lucky i kept it
locked and lost

the glories of
the passage of time
to reveal, what truly is
what truly shall be
as to last, and to be what
it boils down to,
an essence

i'll tend these waters with care.


~K

Tears from the Sky

(also done in may... man i am behind...)

When the sky cries
we call it rain
it has a sad story
to tell
of times past
and heaven and hell

above all
it watches
the observer, alone
wishing only
to partake
in the world below

so much help
it could bring
if only beyond
weather
it could effect
everything

millennia pass
the clouds lament
drops shaken
make their sorrowful
decent

when the sky cries
we call it rain
it has a sad story
to tell
of times past
and heaven and hell


~K

Parry, Joust

(this was actually done in may.. totally forgot to post..)

Parry & joust
get to know
one another
parry & joust
one good turn
deserves another

the games, people play
most never realizing
what's going on
beyond the time of day

those that finally
see in, beyond
the internal din

those precious few
with every observation
that they make

your soul seems
fit to break
as your tender center
is exposed

all those
parts of you
that you hoped
no one would ever know

that emotional flare
when they lock into
you

with a stare
with a stare

defense on the rise
such a knee-jerk response
you've entwined into your life

those precious few
who see through
your pitiful lies

how much you
would rather not
keep them around

all they seem to do
is tear you down
tear you down

truly
they help you out
in their curious ways

they'll only
bring out
the best in you

parry, joust
it may take time
parry, joust
patience is truly divine

your clouded
splintered self
will finally
be polished & whole

spite the feeling
of the destruction
that you keep
deep in your soul

so let them pry
let them be

allow yourself
allow yourself

to be pushed
into the most
that you can be

into the most
that you can be

~K