Untrue

You left me because you say that I have been untrue, to you

Untrue to you?

What!? Untrue??
I gave you of myself
I gave you my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams

My heart

With radiant eyes, I looked upon your face
I clasped you in my arms
and I wept for all the silences, that revealed all you wouldn't say

Untrue to you

All that I have is myself
I have only wished for happiness

Untrue to you

I gave you all, and all was sunk
deep, deep into that pit of sorrow
that infects your soul and radiates a silent pulse of animosity

Untrue to you, no!

Untrue to myself, I am mine alone to give and belong to no one else.

I gave you all I had
In return, I am set adrift

True to myself, all I have to give, my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams

To share,
with someone else

Blocked

Behind those friendly eyes
a dormant secret lies

A beast of a secret
a secret of power
a secret of

You have been hiding it but I know it is there
it is silent
it is deadly
killing all who dare to breach its domain

Rudyard Kipling's Poem "IF"

I love this poem it is to me a statement of living life with a dignified and realistic optimism.

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;

If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

~Rudyard Kipling

Dennis Hopper has an done several readings of this poem through the years, this is an interesting discussion about his interest in the poem, the poem itself and some clips of his readings.

http://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/features/literature/the-middle-word-in-life-dennis-hopper-and-rudyard-kiplings-if.html

Shattered Records

We are the product of our own fears
they play like a broken record

Round, round, round

Can you really know someone?

Do you know me?

I've been shattered by someone else's record
now my record is a scream in the night

Puppy Love

Puppy love

A puppy is a little soul
a trusting little soul

He romps and plays
spending his days
in love

He loves you, he loves me
he loves the side of his favorite tree

Doggie houses, doggie wishes
doggie treats, doggie life

Puppies love without condition
puppies love without fear

Doggie hearts can be broken
little doggies every where

Be kind to doggie hearts
innocent and dear

When your own heart is broken
your little pup will hear