Why do I scream so
Loudly in pain?
In my silence I simmer,
reducing to no gain
Is it me who wants you
or you who wants me?
I never know, so I go
through the cloud of rage
A tiger born free,
but biting on her cage
July 3, 1997 © CLPridemore
Myopic Gravity
The comet's still in the Western Sky
I see it every night
and wonder why
Why does it linger?
Why not burn toward the earth?
It's wide tail, it seems
like mist
As if it's raining where
it sits
Is it undecided
like me?
Undedicated
to a purposeful move?
Passing the time
with nothing to prove?
Movement is slow-seeming
in the night sky
Even this comet
knows how to cry.
"Feel the Earth's pull"
I urge that faint light
"I feel your pain
I know your plight"
I want it to see
what it should --
our awe and our fear
of the evil and the good
Leave us Hale-Bobb
leave us in peace
or destroy us in fire
if you please
Just do something
damn it --
Else I fall to love you
April 1997 © CLPridemore
I see it every night
and wonder why
Why does it linger?
Why not burn toward the earth?
It's wide tail, it seems
like mist
As if it's raining where
it sits
Is it undecided
like me?
Undedicated
to a purposeful move?
Passing the time
with nothing to prove?
Movement is slow-seeming
in the night sky
Even this comet
knows how to cry.
"Feel the Earth's pull"
I urge that faint light
"I feel your pain
I know your plight"
I want it to see
what it should --
our awe and our fear
of the evil and the good
Leave us Hale-Bobb
leave us in peace
or destroy us in fire
if you please
Just do something
damn it --
Else I fall to love you
April 1997 © CLPridemore
Decades
A babe of the sixties
born out of need
A child in the seventies
learned to hold greed
Lost my way in the eighties
trying to find the real me
Now a product in the nineties
just wanting to be free
July 12, 1997 © CLPridemore
born out of need
A child in the seventies
learned to hold greed
Lost my way in the eighties
trying to find the real me
Now a product in the nineties
just wanting to be free
July 12, 1997 © CLPridemore
Unreality
Surreptitiously I spy the man,
the man I wed
He's only a photo, not a person
He exists in my head.
I'm so lost and alone
A singular soul without a home
Does he miss me too?
I think he does
I hear it in his voice on the line
We speak daily
But I'm out of my mind.
I cry, I drink, I laugh
it doesn't matter
'cuz it all feels the same
I look lost and unhappy
But I have no shame.
'Cuz I really miss James.
December 2006 © CLPridemore
the man I wed
He's only a photo, not a person
He exists in my head.
I'm so lost and alone
A singular soul without a home
Does he miss me too?
I think he does
I hear it in his voice on the line
We speak daily
But I'm out of my mind.
I cry, I drink, I laugh
it doesn't matter
'cuz it all feels the same
I look lost and unhappy
But I have no shame.
'Cuz I really miss James.
December 2006 © CLPridemore
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