Why I Don't Write Poetry 2011-4

They tell me its all in the eyes,
Truth or maybe lies,
In the eyes are no guise.

Differ I will, differ I must,
With much disgust, distrust.
For my belief is honorable and just.

The eyes are noble and able.
They cause trust, can disable,
One look and know if you are stable.

So look me in the eye if you will,
What do you see, a thrill or a chill?
Maybe the skill to kill?

What you see today may differ tomorrow,
They could be filled with joy or sorrow.
What will the soul borrow?

For in eyes beauty can be seen.
Sparkling, bright, and clean.
Whether in a dinner gown or blue jean.

The eyes are what we gaze upon.
Judging whether a swan or a Khan.
What do you trust on?

Why I Don't Write Poetry 2011-3

A fly
On a window screen
Working to get out,
After working to get in.
Spending it's short life
Within a fraction
Of it's goal

A man
In a cubical
Working to get out
Forced to get in
Spending his short life
Insignificant
A shadow

The difference
May not be clear
Similar destiny
A fly lives
With wings on earth
A man get wings at death
And flys

Why I Don't Write Poetry 2011-1

I am under pressure. The first post of a new year should be something profound and meaningful. I ain't one of those types of people. The most profound thing I can remember is when Noah said, "It looks like rain." Several of my favorite blogs first post this year have some kind of meaning, like "What I learned last year", "What I'm striving for in this new year", "I'm going to do this this year," and on and on and on.

So what can I post that is meaningful? I've got nana. So maybe it's time for a "Why I Don't Write Poetry" post. Yeah, lets see where that will lead:

Why I Don't Write Poetry 1011-1

A new beginning in this new year,
New laughter, new tears, new treasures, new fears.
New paths to wander,
New thoughts to ponder.
Words to write that was left unwritten,
Muse's prompts that was once hidden.

I choose to go the way that I walk,
To ink the metamorphic rock.
To look at the world through my eyes,
Then edit, polish and revise.
Though I may often fall short,
My desire cannot be thwart.

This year I send you blessings,
Of every kind, wrapped in different dressings.
Dream your greatest dreams,
May your eyes shine and gleam.
Fight that which is your greatest strife,
But most of all, thank you for touching my life.