I have a friend,l’ve known her all my life,
But lately she visits more often out of spite,
She’s irrational and out of her mind,
Her rhyme and reason I try to find,
She jumps to conclusions,
Creates situations and delusions,
She drives me insane!
But I still say I’m fine…,
She doubts every choice ,
Creates a quake in my voice,
Sending me on a downward spiral to my dismay,
I deal with her everyday,

Do you know her?

Going…
Going…
He’s gone.

hehe

There is dust on my guitar
(not his fault).
I wipe it off,
strum a chord,
shut the door
and slide the bolt.

I’ll build a world of my own
that only friends can share.
There’ll be candlelit baths.
lots of hugs
and self-satisfied contentment there.

Sorry if I’m not broken-hearted.
I could pretend for his ego
but I am not his, ergo
I have no need
to pander
to his self greed

Not sure what troubles me more

-- overwhelming abundance of bloom
or the petalfall,
the thick layer of fragrant splendor
on the forest floor,
once a year chance to walk
in the upside-down world,
to dip my hands
into the pink and white lacy foam,

-- the note about a lost dog
or that the note is dated two years back, 
and people still hoping to save the pet
posting the freshly printed letters,
colored ink on a glossy paper,

This life is such
brief a sojourn
One can't make resolutions for long
none know what's in store
at the next door or top floor

will you be welcome
heaven knows
Will you venture,
you need to compose
but what within the hour
Destiny may and does dispose

neither you, nor I, nor heaven knows
it's the secretest of life's dispose
I suppose