effervescence

all of these things that I chase around
that bumps and rattles inside of my heart
noises and voices, illusions of choice
soft-coated songs with a velvet alibi

these things that take root here deep inside
weeds that suffocate the blossoms nearby
fragrant petals falling down one by one
runners choking each with a little white lie

if I can block out the buzz of what is 
that effervescence with all of its fizz
it tickles inside as I drink it down
gritty remainders on my crystal glass

as the moon works its phases through each of my nights
as a new star glows brightly on my evening sky
what once rose high with the sun to my east
has now settled softly somewhere in the west

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

green-eyed monsters

I can’t see around the corners
or what in darkness prevails
but I hear the thuds and bumps at night
and the swoosh from the monster’s tail
I smell the stench of aggressions
that putrid, awful  perfume
it permeates my weaknesses
my senses reel in this room

my eyes can’t see before me
this gloom is way too thick
if I could find some matches
I’d light the candle’s wick
green-eyed is its make-up
and while it lays in wait
no activity for weeks and weeks
as it hones its cheating game

trusting is the flag I wave
virtuous and white
blinding in the daytime
fluorescent in the night
a love that doesn’t grow on trees
or on a prickly vine
am I growing like moss upon you?
or wasting precious time

one last shot to get it right
once more I offer a chance
watching, waiting on I go
doing this sweet, sweet dance
I’ll slay the monsters, one by one
I’ll be the only one left
I’ll stand here just as long I can
drying the tears I’ve wept

clairvoyant

in the smooth sand down by the sea 

you never declared your love for me 

you tell me there's an easy way 

then you try to illustrate...

after, tellin me I'm not part of your plan 

sayin "I'm not the man you think I am"

I never issued an ultimatum 

didn't quote the rules verbatim 

never told you I would not wait 

never turned my back in haste 

tellin me I'm not part of your plan 

sayin "I'm not the man you think I am" 

how would you know with just one look?

you opened the cover, didn't read the book 

I gave you lots of latitude 

while you were givin me attitude 

you told me I'm not part of your plan 

said "I'm not the man you think I am" 

but you were wrong, couldn't read the cards 

the reasons why I fought so hard 

I fell in love still anyway 

but all of that is yesterday 

tellin me I'm not part of your plan 

sayin "I'm not the man you think I am"

I never issued an ultimatum 

didn't quote the rules verbatim 

never told you I would not wait 

never turned my back in haste 

tellin me I'm not part of your plan 

sayin "I'm not the man you think I am"

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License