Ode to Giant Goldfish

Oh giant goldfish, eating on top of my mantle,
I'm afraid that your size
Is all
I can
handle.


Somebody close gave you to me, you see?
But there's just one problem
You're too
big for
me.

I came out my bedroom
one night in a storm.
And then
right there,
I knew
I was
torn.

There's no place to put you
No place
that you
fit.

So I ask all of you here
can you please
take my
fish?

(And my cat, also, he needs a good home too...)

The comforter

I’m grabbing a pillow tonight.

I’m going to hold it,

squeeze it, 

feel it.

I want to know that this pillow is there.

I’m grabbing a pillow.

I want to talk to it,

Whisper to it,

Tell sweet things to it.

I want to tell the pillow: I love you.

I’m grabbing a pillow.

I want to play with it,

Caress it,

Make it feel comfy.

I want to cozy up with the pillow,

watch the light from the stars,

and the moon gleam off the corner of it,

and shine like a beacon.

I’m grabbing a pillow.

I wish the pillow could grab me back,

wrap itself around me,

I want to feel it’s warmth on a cold night,

or when I’m sad,

and need a pillow to cuddle up to.

I’m grabbing a pillow.

But, wait?

Something's wrong!

I can’t find it!

I’m frantic,

running around the house,

searching!

Where’s my pillow?

I need the pillow!

What happened to my pillow?

I’m grabbing a pillow.

I found it.

But wait?

Oh, no!

The pillow, it’s ripped!

What happened?

The pillow is opened,

it’s feathers are spilling everywhere!

Quick! Fix my pillow!

I’m grabbing for my pillow,

and I’m screaming,

and crying,

and panicking!

Help, Help!

Someone, please!

Fix my pillow!

I’m grabbing my pillow,

and hurriedly, I grab some thread.

But I can’t sow!

I’m desperate to fix the pillow!

Oh, no! What do I do?

Stay with me pillow!

Don’t leave me pillow!

I need you.

I’m grabbing for my pillow,

but I can’t fix it.

It’s spilling all over.

Now, I have feathers all over,

and an empty pillow case.

I scream. 

I cry.

The pillow!

 No pillow.

What do I do?

Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!

Oh no.

I grabbed for my pillow,

but there was no pillow to grab.

And then, I woke up.

Crying,

Tears all over.

There I was, wet,

awake.

And below me,

my pillow.

It was all a dream.

I thought I’d lost you.

I need you,

I can’t live without you.

I love you.

Fast Food

That’s the best burger

I’ve ever done had!

All of the others

were horribly bad!

The cola they served me though,

wasn’t so good.

It had all the flavor

of bad rotted wood.

The chips were like leather

I must have you know.

If you asked: Would I eat there again?

Maybe no.

But here is the reason

I’d go there to eat

They make the food fast,

and I’m kind of cheap…

Shipwrecked

It’s just like you came

from out of the sky,

with the grace of a dove

so sweet when you fly.

I was lost out to sea,

on a ship with no wind.

I was sailing adrift,

when the tide washed me in.

That’s when you found me

alone on the beach,

without any water,

and no food to eat.

You saved me,

 and pulled me

from out of the rain.

You dried me,

and cured me

from all of my pain.

And now, I feel peace

and away from all harm.

So happy to be

all alone

in your arms.

Door Number Two.

Roses are red,
violets are blue.
But that's not how
I think of you.

You're more like
a shade of gray,
in a dingy, scummy, rancid, way.

I thought of all the things I do,
to try and make you
love me too.

But now I see,
it could not be.
I realize that it was not me.

You had a chance,
one that you squandered.
You wasted all my time,
and pondered.

The clock has struck,
the plane is leaving,
if you're not on it,
that's your doing.

If with me, you wish to go,
It's now your fault
My answer's "no."

I offered you my milk and honey,
Instead?
You chose a chocolate bunny!

You turned down my coins of labor,
So now?
They're with a better neighbor.

You should have come at business hours.
The store is closed.
Those aren't your flowers!

Setting Sail

What a sunny day it is,
The clouds are gone.
The birds are singing.

The water is so clean and clear,
Happiness is everywhere.

The weather is so fine right now.
The wind is light.
The grass is still.

My heart beats soft
and O, so calm.
It feels like nothing
can go wrong.

I spot a tall ship
out at sea,
it's sailing to some place
unknown.

I dream I'm sailing on it too,
So happy to be
there with you.

My wish

I wanted to tell you,

but it’d be a waste.

I wanted to ask you,

I guess it’s too late.

How do I tell you

how much that you mattered?

I’m afraid you will hate me,

my life would be shattered.

For a year and a half

I’ve been holding it back,

afraid that I’d come off

as some sort of hack.

And yet, I can’t ask you,

because I well know,

you wouldn’t say “yes,”

you’d likely say “no.”

But soon, you are leaving

and saying goodbye

I might never see you again,

here’s my cry.

I wanted to ask you

If you’d marry me.

I know, I can’t ask you.

So I’ll just let it be.

Strawberries

Everyday, in every way, you have necessities of life.
I'm no different.
So today, just like you, I went to the supermarket.
I need food.
Food. Another necessity of life.

After all, we all need food.
Some can claim to go without food, but
no one really does. Some of us just eat less than others.
Some can even go without eating for long periods of time,
without even knowing they're hungry.
These people will even say they get more food
when they aren't even thinking about food,
when they don't need food.

Food, it is a necessity.
But not all foods are. You can have different food.
A bad tasting food, is still food.
And some would say, when you're hungry
all food is good, regardless of taste, or wants, or likes.

Well, I like strawberries.
Yes, strawberries.
Strawberry fields forever, the Beatles sang.
Of course, I don't need fields. I need one.
One strawberry.

A few days ago, there had been a storm.
All the shelves were... Well, they weren't bare...
Just... Sorta light.
That went for strawberries.
There weren't many strawberries.
They weren't even on crates!

See, I'm not allowed to eat normal, crated strawberries like everyone else.
I have a special diet. I can only have organic strawberries.
And, it just so happens, the food store where I go is organic.
They just pile their strawberries (like all their fruit),
right there on the shelf!

And there, in the small pile of strawberries, was the one.
The one strawberry, I had to have.
Yes, this strawberry WAS a necessity.
I could tell, this was the tastiest strawberry ever!
It had the whole package.

This strawberry was just the right size.
It was just the right shape.
It was the right color.
It was the most beautiful strawberry I had ever seen.
All the other strawberries were pale. Too big, to small, to mushy.
There was NO other strawberry like this one in the pile.
I was MEANT to eat this strawberry... Or so I thought.

Just then, there came another shopper. He was taller than me.
He was nicer looking than me. And, from looking at his clothes,
I could tell, he had more money than me. He grabbed that strawberry before I had a chance.
"Hey," I said... "What are you doing with that strawberry? That strawberry was mine!"

This other shopper, he looked at me.
He didn't look long. I could tell, I was of little significance to him.
Just before he spun around to leave with my strawberry, he glanced back and talked:
"I"m sorry to tell you, this strawberry is not for you. This strawberry... well... you see,
I've watched it grow.
I live in a house, next door to the farm. And every day, I watched that the farmer grow that strawberry.
I watched it's progress. That strawberry and I, we were friends forever.
And yes, you're right, there's no other like it. But this strawberry? It's already been picked, long ago, and it wasn't picked for you.

He turned away, he took that strawberry, in his bag of organics, and disappeared off into the checkout. I wanted to say something. I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream.
But I could not. All I could do was watch.

I've looked since that day. I've gone back to that organic store many times.
I live in a small town you see, and it's the only organic food store we have.
But alas, there are no more like that strawberry. Growing seasons came and went.
Each year, a new batch of strawberries came in, but none are like the one I saw.

Food. It is a necessity. But for me, so was this strawberry.
And without it, I don't know how I will survive.
There must be another strawberry out there.
And when you find it, won't you send it my way?

The Fire

The fire was lit,
at the top of the hill.
It was lit in all its splendor.
The fire, it had power,
and it was its power I needed to heal.

The fire was lit,
and so I spoke to it.
I cried to the fire,
but the fire stayed lit.
It's flames could not be extinguished by my tears.

The fire was lit,
but I had a beef;
"I'm mad at you fire,
because you ignored me."

The fire was lit,
but I kept on talking.
"Fire, I know you can hear me. I know
you see my tears of frustration."
But the fire did not budge. It stayed lit.

The fire was lit,
I stayed and I talked.
"Okay," I told the fire,
"I guess I'm not angry, I guess I should say.
I'm sorry I yelled."
The fire calmed a little.

The fire was lit,
but now it was listening.
"I'm sorry," I told the fire.
"I need your flames. I need your warmth.
Please help me, fire."

The fire was lit,
but now it was smaller.
"Fire, pleaes help me. Things are not so well.
I feel so alone and I'm cold,
can you tell?"

The fire was lit,
and still I continued.
"Fire, I'm lonely, you're all I have left.
I'm sad, and I'm crying
I'm desperate, and scared."

Suddenly, the fire died.
It was no longer lit.
It was then, I felt its power.
In its final breath, the fire had given me its gift.
The fire had given me strength.

The Highway

Life is a highway,
I travel down through.
It's made up of vehicles,
both large and small, too.

There's all knids of cars
that you meet on these roads.
There's bugs and there's wagons,
There's trucks hauling loads.

You learn to stay clear of those big rigs
some times.
Especially, the ones hauling redwoods
and pines.

Those redwoods can prick you,
you won't see it coming.
Those pines, they leave splinters,
the pain can be stunning.

Then there's the Porsches, and
Corvettes, and Vipers.
Others are lucky to even have wipers.

Then there was me,
I was riding a bike!
That's all I had,
so little to like.

At least I had wheels,
until they went flat.
Then I was stuck there,
and that's where I sat.

The street cleaner came,
and it swept me away.
That was the end of my journey
that day.

The Places

When you're in the jungle,
watch what you say.
Don't hoot too loud
or swing the wrong way.

When you're in the forest
stay clear of the leaves
Don't mess wit the Ivy,
or piss off the Bees.

When you swim in the Ocean,
steer clear of the fishes.
Don't rattle the stingrays,
or else, you'll need stitches.

I walked in the desert,
and I walked alone.
I was tired and thirsty,
the sun brightly shone.

I came to a valley,
and there found a flock.
But they said I came
to the wrong little block.

And so I continued
along on my journey.
I searched for my horse,
Some day soon,
She shall find me.

The Turtle that visits my lawn.

The turtle comes to my backyard, every so often.
When it comes, I say hello, and watch.

It makes it's way, slowly, happily.
The turtle keeps its belongs in the shell, and makes a temporary home.
I sit there, and watch.

The turtle has friends! Some are toads, some are tortoises, some are other turltes.
They party inside the turtle's shell.
Me, I'm not invited. I stand outside and watch.

The turtle hikes mountains,
swims the ponds, and lives a life of adventure.
Not me, all I can do is watch.

The turtle is very wise. It carries all it's knowledge from all it's travels.
It shares this knowledge with little tadpoles. They all gather around, they love the turtle.
This turtle is a very lovable creature.
I just sit there, and watch.

This turtle has a beautiful shell, one like no other I've ever seen!
It's colored with green, violet, blue, even turquoise.
I wish I could see those colors every day. But alas,
this is not the turtle's home, and I can only watch.

Then one night, the turtle stepped out, back on her journey. I wanted it to stay; I asked it to stay.
But the turtle did not acknowledge me. She wandered back out on the trail, back to the journey, up north, or west, or weherever.
All I could do, was watch...

Please fall in love with me

I wish I could make you fall in love with me
You do not know,
how much it would mean.

Each day that passes,
every minute, every hour.
Another moment lost
Another day that I can't make it happen.

I wish that you knew how much you meant to me.
And yet I know,
I can't tell you.
I'm locked in a box.
I yell,
I plead,
but you can not hear me.

Each day that passes,
every minute, every hour.
Another moment lost
Another day that I can't make you hear me

I wish that I could make you appreciate me.
Your face and your smile,
they belong to others
for the rest of the world to love
but not meant for me.

Each day that passes,
every minute, every hour.
Another moment lost
Another day that your humor
isn't for me.

I wish and I pray
that I could be part of your adventures,
I'd join your travels, and share your races.
But I'm not invited.
My help is unneeded.

Every day that passes
every minute, every hour.
Another moment lost
Another day that I can not join you.

I wished and I prayed
that you would notice me,
share in your knowledge
discuss all your readings
and pick my brain.
But I'm just a dot, a plot on a graph.
I'm nothing, I'm no one, that you really think of.

Every day that passes
every minute, every hour.
Another moment lost,
Another day that I'm not important
or of any significance to you.

I prayed to God, that we could be wed.
I wanted your children to be my children,
I wished to share my life with you,
follow your anywhere,
do anything with you,
and do all that you ask of me.
But you do not love me.
You may love another.
I failed to make you fall in love with me.

Each day that passes
every minute, every hour.
Another moment lost,
Another day that I couldn't make you
fall in love with me.