I deal with loss the best I can,
5th of May it all began,
My partner beaten ,
We were cruelly parted,
This is how my horror started,
Future life will mean so little,
Plans and hobbies play second fiddle,
Time for others I have not got,
I easily snap and lose the plot,
Two years of grief I'm still not coping,
I feel my brain is decomposing,
Life needs change that's upto me,
To make my future that's the key,
For me to open up new doors,
I use the key ,
And my strength grows,
At this moment I'm stuck in grief,
But what's to come is such relief,
Grief has still a roll to play,
So future plans won't start today.
It made sense the sky fell on Chicken Little
But Chicken Big doesn’t play second fiddle
So not to be beatin’
He just kept on eatin’
Until he doubled the size of his middle
Chicken Big’s now ready for his new calling
And this time it won’t be, just Little bawling
Coz the sky’s now ok
But the floor’s giving way
In fact Big is so big, the floor is falling
When I’m in the middle
Of fixing a decent meal
I can’t be made to piddle
I usually have things to peal
When I’m in the middle
Of getting ready for work
I try not to let myself dwindle
On whatever might be a quirk
When I’m in the middle
Of cleaning up the house
I don’t ever let myself fiddle
But keep going unless I see a mouse
When I’m in the middle
Of doing my rounds at work
I’m only there to make a nickel
So don’t give me a smirk
When I’m in the middle
Of writing some kind of poetry
It’s possibly some riddle
I’m trying to reach continuity
When I’m in the middle
Of trying to create a rhyme
I won’t play second fiddle
Always aware of the time
When I’m in the middle
Of giving my heart to someone
I might give a little giggle
But my heart will give to a loved one
You were the runt of the litter
Both sweet and bitter
With pretty blonde hair
Without a care
Yet painfully aware
That being born in the middle
Was to play second fiddle
Neither the older or the young
You have overcome
The 24 year's of crocodile tear's
And countless scar's
With angelic grace and stoic face
When all the star's and time align
And all the smile's and laugh's you've left
Are counted up
Every love you never felt
Will forever be yours to keep
When your asleep in cotton blankets
Finally I love you thankfully
It's not your fault that growing up
You failed to matter
You brought the noise kid
Unfortunately we were love deaf
A Second to Work
With a hand that ostensibly
Caresses a fingerboard and bow gently,
Yet really holds with force,
Holds with vim and plays with vigor
The strings stretch and impart their somber discordance,
Turns out Wagner tunes into self,
Turns on raw terror, awe and fear
Awe with sorrow intermingled, the soul knows the notes no words can effect,
They tap the ear— touch the soul,
And Oh,
To play second fiddle
And fiddle with time, as the tune pours out,
A cosmic symphony that Wagner knew and shared with you,
That Nietzsche wrote
That I know,
That to be second to
To know the seconds in time
Lost to frivolous pursuits
To know that we have all but toil,
And work cursed to toil
And labor eternal under a relentless desiccating sun
To know that love comes second,
to toil
is the saddest condition of man.
Trump's Voice and Its Tone
Do you think this is what Paul Ryan is saying?
Could tell By Trump's loud voice and tone
Sure wish that he would leave us alone
As usual he is mad at someone again
Friendship with them is wearing thin.
This time to Trump what have they done?
Who thinks that in your life is only one
Poor policies regarding things traded
Where was it he had been educated?
Voters have wised up and are not dumb
Horrible sexist pig is what you will become
All of the women are caught in the middle
Having to men always play second-fiddle.
No longer can Trump gain women's consent
Maybe if Hillary were to run for President
Instead of women laying around and pout
She shall soon be there to hear them out.
Next President become is what she will do
Making everyone's dreams start coming true
Instead of women constricted and confined
Decisions are best when minds are combined.
Regardless if terrible may be the weather
When the sexes are both working together
Wearing pantsuits and an occasional dress
Goals set out to do will be a great success.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Joy of living should pulsate in your veins like blood
Joyous time is when spring laughs, expectations fulfilled
Creation of self delusion is boundless
You discover insecurity and admits uncertainty
An orchestra I play second fiddle
The limits are indifferent, discover opportunities
Unfamiliar fruits keep your cool
We climb the mountain trying to create order and safety
In myths pond I glimpsed an image of a slimy frog
Kiss it ~ you can try
22.04.2016
Sun :)
The shadows playing with the silvery beams,
In devils' imagination her dreams,
Lifted veils and her heart aches for a kiss,
Demon's bride besieged in her nuptial bliss.
Heavy black and heavenly lace to wear,
Taken crudely by the predator,
Cringes as her sister watches in awe,
Waits her turn to be seduced by her mate.
Thus explored and repeatedly provoked,
Bond and tuned to his pleasure and passion,
She moans and cries in the monster's desire,
Bursts to climax tamed by his raw strikes.
Condemned to play second fiddle her heart cries,
Torn between her co-born and the tyrant,
She pleads for her unhampered induction,
Into hell's systematic subservience.
I put my faith in what I can't see
Because I want to be all that I can be
Yet the pain I feel is truly real
And I just want to know the deal
I've done all that I'm supposed to do
Even tried to walk in someone else's shoe
But I have suffered and I have cried
At times wish I had died
I ask you why does everything I touch
Cause me to hurt so much
How much more can I give,
If all I have left is the life I live
I've given forth the body and the soul
Even the parts I can't control
But yet that is never enough
Everything out there is so tough
At times I stay up late at night
Wondering will I ever see the light
Or is this the day that will make me stronger
Or the day that will be longer
Everyone is made happier because of me
But yet happiness is the one thing I can't see
I don't understand how could something so easy to find
Be only found in my on mind
Maybe I am trying too much or just too little
Maybe I'm just made to play second fiddle
Maybe one day I will find what I'm looking for
Maybe it's right outside that door
Maybe what I'm looking for is not really there
Maybe for me life is just not made to be fair
Orange streaks across the horizon
and supple reds sloppily dot
like stars in a naked sky.
Browns are all engulfing now.
A hungry wolf,
steadily eating up the page.
Yellow splashes play second fiddle
to the darkening and
The greens melt like blocks of fresh ice
on an Indian summer’s day.
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