Plea to the Gods

Oh, madam Atropus why tempt me so
With visions of dreams come true
To tempt me with forgiveness known
And give me hopes anew
Silence Tyche, giver of tragedy
Of broken trusts like splintered rain
Filling me with failed dreams of clemency
Knowing dashed hope brings me so much pain
Leave me to my dark road dear Fates
Do not fill my head with forgiveness sought
Nothing but love will make this pain abate
Do not waste your time tying my heart in this knot

Grandpa

For eight years you touched her
Told her it was all okay
Lingered fingers where fingers should never go
Tormented her with every moment
Enraged her, scared her, abused her
All under the disguise of love
But I am the villan here
Knowing all of this I invite you to my home
Ask you to play with my children
Ask you to be a Grandpa
Ask you to pretend to love
And always feel the victim when you refuse

Jerk

Why do you fail to understand the biggest piece of me
Believing that my dreams will never be reality
You stood there and proclaimed to me
That nothing sucks as bad as poetry
I read you just a line or two
I thought that it would grow on you
But then you threw your childish fit
And called my work a piece of shit

Waiting for death

I spent my whole life waiting for death
I planned for him, I expected him, I dreamed of him
And when I was old and had lived my life
I locked myself in this tower and threw away the key
I prayed for death, so I could stop waiting
My hair grew gray, my bones grew weak
Death lurked in the shadows of darkness
But still he would not come
And then I decided to take my own life instead
Since death was not kind enough to come to me
I would come to him
I jumped from my tower and landed below 
But I felt no pain from the fatal fall
I returned to my tower to try again
For surely I had done something wrong
But as I reached the top of the tower I noticed my mistake
A skeleton sat in my old rocking chair
My skin and soul had left it long ago
I had spent so much time waiting for death
That in the end I had missed his visit

My final stand

My final stand against your adulthood has come and gone
Tomorrow you will be a king, and I will be a passing stranger
It seems that I am the only one acutely aware of this fact
That each strand of fallen hair
Represented a minute of your childhood lost
Tomorrow you will be an adult
But your golden threads you shed today
Will always be mine
Locked away in a hidden place
A piece of my baby that will not grow away

Haircut

Golden threads
Fallen strands of your infancy
Baby’s first haircut

My Miracle

Mother nature’s cure for idleness
Irresistible fingers and toes
Rosy pink complexion
Always crying, laughing, smiling
Constant comedian
Lavender baby wash
Ever lasting adoration

The pool

The water swelled with rain born independence
Lapping casually about your feet
You glanced quickly at those in attendance
Failing to recognize the dangers of the deep
At first you thought you were soaring free
When gravity overwhelms all rationality
But joy shakes off quickly underneath the chlorine sea
As you considered for the first time your own mortality
As you realized I am nowhere near
Too far away to drown your fear

Slumber

Fluttering eyelids
Slumber drowns like heavy water
My baby grows

Symphony

Syncopated heartbeats
Crescendo love behind closed doors
Unmeasurable dictation