Best Foodlife Poems
Why is it at times I feel that life toys with me?
I never want too much, just a taste of my choice of sweets
Why is it, when before me lies a table laden with treats
Spread out in elegance and embellished with enticing decor
Enjoying the view, I think, “I could have that one!
No, maybe that one! Or, wait!. What’s this I see”?.
Wide eyes focus first, on the chocolate mousse! Oooh, so yummy!
But no… my heart insists: ‘Have that one, the sweetest of sweets”!
Smooth… delicious strawberries and cream!
I would love to have it instead! And no surprise, it is all I see!
Mouth watering promises of pleasures to delight my taste
It would be enough to satisfy me, the hunger it would appease
As two hands reach out extending, within inches of heart’s desire
Suddenly, I’m interrupted! In mid air my hands are stayed!
I groan with such disappointment and become like a child again
I climb upstairs, to lie upon my bed, like a fetus in the womb, I curl
Through glistening tear drops, I glance at the floor upon which a broken toy lay
And I think, “How ironic can this be? I know life is mocking me!
How I yearn for those Strawberries and Cream!
Eggs are the basic source of protein for yours truly.
It pains me to consume life in any degree,
be it animal or vegetable. It doesn't matter to me.
Consuming eggs in the mind of yours truly
is the equivalent of consuming potential life basically,
and not life that once lived and was free to roam free,
but still, I occasionally will eat meat.
I guess it's just the carnivore hard wired in me.
It's sad it's considerered wrong
Ok,
it's more than sad it's just tragic
Something that can make life just go away
not just pain
but life
And life can be horrible
And beautiful
but it's best to just avoid it all
and go through the motions
the kisses
the holding
the punching
the scolding
The only time I felt
on that wonderful STUFF
was when my eye were shut
and the things I felt were better than
life can ever be
and I experienced them with the people,the way I wished the could be
I could of stayed like that all day
but I had to head to Brooklyn
to scrub more than a few bucks
to get some more of that beige beauty
gift wrapped in wax
paper, with a stamp on it
A message from my lover?
Or just another man who makes a living
by selling death?
Can't blame a man for making a living.
I was inside some fast food joint
in a bathroom stall with a person
who was at sometime a friend
who was now a robot who hung with
my robot self.
I wondered
5 years later...
Why did I ever give it up?
Now I am no longer just going through
the motions.
I actually have to feel the emotions that
come with the motions,
I just want to feel that damn feeling
I just don't understand what
stops me?
It sure aint love
or fear
Maybe I was just tired of scrubbing money
in 100 degree weather...
yes, thats probably it.