These Walls

I guess these walls loathe 

my lonesome laments of solitude 

I guess they are tired of dancing 

to disjointed rhythms of my heart 

I guess these walls pretend 

they are blind 

just not see my sorry self sprawled 

on the bed, ruminating days 

when lonesome moments such as these 

existed in fairytales, works fiction 

but these walls have been my unfailing 

companions 

lending a listening hear to the endless 

laments of my heart 

listening but doing nothing, 

only silently acknowledging their 

presence in my life 

Trouble With Success

there is more to success 

than what we see 

no one ever got it right 

on the first try 

even as we are awed 

by the magic of success 

we forget that there was 

a first try

and numerous failures 

along the way 

what we see is a man who 

got up every time he got knocked 

down to try once more 

the trouble with success 

is that it hides immaculately 

what goes on behind the scenes 

and that is the most important 

because there were days heroes 

felt like giving up 

there were days they had no energy 

but still got up and worked on their dreams 

success demands getting up 

even with the most justifiable excuses 

we see the finished products - 

an incredible song, poem, novel 

or work of art 

we see the complete athlete 

and never think of days he trained 

to push himself beyond the possibility of defeat 

Third Round

I have dusted my gloves 

in readiness for the third round 

I got knocked out once

but I rose each and fought again 

I'll watch myself walk 

down the familiar road 

with my heart pounding in 

similar uncanny rhythm

I'll be alone listening 

to the voices in my head 

tell me there might be something 

amiss, or something good 

I know I'll do a good job ignoring 

the negative 

I want to make amends 

although I know I am not 

supposed to 

there is nothing to prove 

except test my resolve once again  

and prepare for heartbreak 

once more 

The Weird Feeling

the stalling and morbidly weird feeling 

that often assails as if something 

great or not 

is about to happen 

and you are stuck, unsure of what to do 

as your mind races around 

a race track, doing crazy things 

except keeping still and letting you 

concentrate on important matters at hand 

The Trouble of Falling In Love

the trouble with falling in love 

is believing you'll never be hurt 

you believe the illusion that your 

love will keep them 

and when everything falls apart 

you will be an empty shell 

trying to hold yourself together 

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Lover's Comforting Lie

 How I'd hate in telling you
the lover's comforting lie
that I'll love you just the way
you are
no words ever sounded so good
as if laced with a hypnotizing drug
I'd love you to be more than
what everyone sees
I'd love you to aspire to be a better
person
I'd love you to aspire to something
powerful
I'd love you to reinvent yourself every day
not succumb to an anodyne self
and force me to love you just the way you are
because I will not
and if I do, I'll only pretend 
because I also know 
without a shred of doubt
that somewhere along the road 
love will stop being blind 
and you may see why I was a mistake