agoodguy2have Poetry (283)

I hear your voice in
this side of my mind
that place you've been
with thoughts entwined

my eyes close slowly
to gaze at your face
your smile seen wholly
a warm state of grace

as imaginary arms I wrap
you tightly in time missed
the space that fills the gap
your lips are lightly kissed

you're at the usual places
that my mind's eye embraces

© agoodguy2have 2009-12-18

just how much does this world weigh?
when we're standing on a mountaintop
depends on our location you'd say
different at the bottom of Mariana drop

strictly physical parametrical laws
cannot outweigh those emotional jaws
that grab us, grip us, tight in hand
and send our hearts to another land

where smiles are gone, burdened, bent
the weight beyond what Atlas can bare
a souls depressed tangential descent
even gods can't overcome that despair

melancholia bears a universal weight
everyone on the planet knows the feeling
millions of humanity do deeply relate
grief and sadness sets souls to reeling

and forces us to carry, if only awhile
the weight of the world, too many miles
yet the heavy burden can be put aside
and level horizons viewed and applied

techniques are many to betray it's gravity
toward happier days with family and friends
defeating diabolical depressions depravity
so melancholia concludes, a means to end

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-05

switched into the voiceless, helpless abyss
Is there no one to talk to out here?
can anyone here my frustration at this?
I know I am "very important to us" but
can we talk...like "h.e.l.l.o."

"how are things going today?...want come coffee?"
"how's that shoulder feeling these days?"
"so tell me, what can I do for you?"

beep..."to review your message
press 1,
if your satisfied with your message
press 2,

if you'd like to go back to childhood
and rethink the whole thing whilst
catching fireflies on some June-night field,
well, just hang up, go to the pantry and find
an old mayonnaise jar and a Bic pen and
punch holes in the top and tear some of that
sweet grass with your loamy fingers and
stuff it in, then run the field casting
palms to the sky in supplication,
gazing at all those stars out above
amazed at what a great thing it is...
to be here...

but I digress"...
"if you'd like to re-record your message
press 3..."

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-28

tossed upon the seas of love
the hateful soul unrepentant
sloganed roses read OsLove
to show humanity's decedents

what the stronger will stand for
bury the hate after the tears
no heating up of this cold war
speak to each in higher prayers

hate may have a home in Hades
but the people here won't bite
held high cool love to cascade
renounce hostility abolish fright

each individually, and as a race
stands at a fork in their road
turn toward love or a darker place
either way picked emotions flowed

these now stand voicing tolerance
flowers of acceptance held high
instead of falling into malevolence
individuals as a nation do reply

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-26

Moody's in the mood to short sell
Congress's word to someday pay
sounds harsh but might be as well
political kids spoilin' just to play

forget the lunch, can't break-the-fast
for some, free is freedom to turn away
ignore basic facts, easier to lambaste
opponents and leave tomorrow in disarray

empty rhetoric is taxing my patience
'stead of taxing our monied ability
planking on opinion without complaisance
cliff leap before compromise with civility

chaotic lurching of well-oiled-machine
still with fits and spurts it grinds on
how democracy runs, is anything but clean
gentlemen-statesmen's days are long gone

if ever there were, a whole other debate
with contemplative points to be sure
the pros and cons can't always equate
political work is anything but demure

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-14

given all of the pertinent facts
I wonder why we grind the axe

to prove our point of pointed dismay
that things should be the other way

and furthermore we pointedly assume
no change of course will spell out doom

to all we value and hold so dearly
the end of the world we know, or nearly

that axe to grind so smooth and keen
can slice out dissent to intervene

and change our differing conversations
to gulfs of animosity and altercations

so you'd better shape up and repent
see my wisdom and give your consent

to change it 'round to another leaning
instead of finding ways of demeaning

not my point, or my position, but me
and interrogate me with a third degree

as if my merely saying to you "ok, ok"
would be sufficient to have your own way

in the course of humanity's day-to-day
any view is from point-of-view, my way

so make sure before you grind your axe
against my thoughts, my ideas, my facts

that tree you want to cut down to size
might just be the log within your eyes

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-19

interspersed into internet intercommunication
are placed interests of interrelationships

intersexual interactions for which we
interview and interrogate others looking

for interpersonal chemistry and interest
some are interracial some interim internships

interstate or international affairs we ask
cupid intervene on our behalf and interweave

our hearts and desires for intercourse and
interject or intercede for that inter soul mate

hoping that no one will interfere or interlope
and interrupt some interpretive dance of love

we intermesh bodies becoming interconnected
vying for internal love we cannot interchange

intermittent desire interlinking one to one
steaming toward that international date line

© agoodguy2have 2009-07-31

today's rhetoric just makes me sick
"undue use of exaggeration or display"
say some bull and which details to pick
just ignore some facts that get in the way

is beneath contempt for well thought mind
and generally a nuisance for all society
won't solve problems and merely designed
to get one's way and claim soapbox piety

so before I go jump in some grandiose lake
and take argument hook, line, and sinker
to think I'll swallow it all is a mistake
I'll be my own man and a freethinker

take your bite, your blurb and try again
speak with intelligence and use your brain

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-29

in the shop with hardware and bits of wood
can make almost any man feel useful, good

a screwdriver, a drill, some papered sand
away from day-to-day, simply out of demand

just tinkering around with piddling things
the easy satisfaction messin' 'round brings

no major renovation, or building earthworks
just little improvements, near anonymous perks

unsqueaking a hinge, maybe unstick a drawer
fittingly better is what tinkering's for

whether it's the thing of attention being repaired
or the man doing the labor, it's hard to declare

so too, it can be with words on page or a screen
to ensure understanding, say exactly what you mean

a glued letter, word oiled, or nailing a phrase
brings the writer satisfaction of all he surveys

so I continue to tinker a little bit more
on a few couplet lines, with no guarantor

that I'll illicit from you, oh diligent reader
understanding or joy, from this rambling meter

but that is a small sideline to most our tinkers
it's time tinkering matters to meandering thinkers

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-23

just once I'll feel love
until then I'll just wait
sitting patiently, sort of
trying to self-actuate

once hope reigns it's hopeless
no need to cast love aside
catch a lightness to possess
enchanting oneness a rising tide

I'll dig holes for your treasure
'til my hands all calloused and raw
leave lid of chest to open pleasure
let aloneness be a forgotten flaw

feel my way into hearts chamber
each beat another rush of life
ever closer to life's remainder
living begins when hearts derive

love in all it's myriad forms
overt or subtle in it's display
vales are lifted and we transform
enclosed with love, our own cliché

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-13

the other day i stumbled upon
something i'd been trying awhile,
to find but it was contingent on
my memory being more versatile

to where it was when last seen
by me or anyone else i think,
not right or left but in between,
recalled location my missing link

with much glee i picked it up and
my palm turned and rolled it around
what occurred after memory offhand
said it was nowhere to be found

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-13

butterfly sits serenely, it's wings unhinged
sucking sweet floral juice un-impinged
by matters bigger, of a more peopled face
emotions acrid alkaline, or bitter base

that many of those humans seem to display
'stead of slurping the juices of the day
caring not for gross domestic products
graduated taxes or other manly constructs

the butterfly only flies in search of mate
another of the species with which to relate
and a cup'o sweet nectar on which to go
flit flower to flower, drinking its Bordeaux

and sunning itself throughout heavenly days
slighting world concerns, taking come-what-may
oh, that I might learn the butterfly's ways
flying happily, inhaling flower's bouquets

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-12