Boo!

You scowl and project an aura -- dark
You brood, you growl you bark
You bring your pointed teeth to bare
To do what? Was your intent to scare?

You have no idea what it means to fear
It's less about blood and more about tears
No calculation can distill fright
No pigment black can rival night

Will you care to know me my world without colour
Will you know my mind, my horrors
I give fair warning and wish you to see
That my mind is not a good place to be

You pretend and pose to be some kind of devil
Naive little worm, you know not of evil
Do you see now,will you try again, will you dare?
Before me, your trite acting cannot compare

Your demeanor is but Wonderland's Alice
But I am beyond the Jaberwocky's malice
That's it runaway, show your cowardice true
Go before you hurt yourself ---Boo!

Keats
23 November 2010

Pane

Locked within this empty room
Only one view from this spacious tomb
Nothing but walls of gray
No hint of night or day

In this isolation I'm driven mad
Your presence the only joy to be had
Not often enough to keep me sane
Made worse by the presence of the pane

It's a joy to see you through this glass
This accursed transparent solid mass
All I have is your sight and sound
This pane more obvious when you're around

The pane such a terrible pane
It hinders our contact, it's my life's bane
I long to touch you and kiss your precious lips
But this pane disallows even touching your fingertips

Have I not suffered enough Milady
Shall you still add to this malady
Do you revel to see me time and again
By keeping me imprisoned behind this pane


Keats

Tired

rest without refreshment
perked with no energy
sitting still, yet unsettled
unconscious in a dreamless worthless sleep
adrenaline burns like octane
fast, raging but short lived
lethargy haunting in my waking hours
the Sandman wins over caffeine every time

Keats

08 November 2010

TARDIS

I am alien, yet I blend in
I'm small without and immense within
You can see me and not recall
An obsolete Police Box with faux blue walls

Within I have a lonely man
A traveller of time and distant lands
We go hither and tither through time and space
Without family, home, or kindred race

To know me you need to climb within
I am more interesting beneath my skin
To the few that dare they see the truth
That I am no ordinary booth

If you care to try, I'll show you the stars
More than any adventure you've had thus far
You'll need to see past the ordinary
Because inside is the beauty of me



Keats
05 November 2010

Solitude

One Sunday she came
T'was high noon, yet overcast
The sky a welcome gray
The air a dewy wet
A gentle shower, a misty spray

In my abode no soul but me
In blessed solitude -- free
The telly's off, the phone is silent
A dog plays across the garden

Suddenly she's here
My friend, my dear
How long has it been, since our last time together
Your arrival is perfect, so very clever
My dear solitude we are alone
Surrounded by a cool shower in monotone

Stay a while, though not forever
Stay with me in this perfect weather
Come soothe my mind till we conclude
Our rendezvous dear solitude

Keats
31 October 2010