Posted by azngeek at August 31st, 2008
Across the room,
I stop and stare,
I wonder is it me
you are smiling at.
The lights go dim,
and then I think,
should I go
over there?
The music slows,
my feet go cold,
a shiver down my spine.
The night moves on,
it comes to an end,
I’m all alone again.
I wish I could hit rewind.
Azngeek
Inspired by a friend
Posted by azngeek at August 27th, 2008
“Did you hear?”
Old Ma Higgins
is at it again,
the cookie crumbs
the fresh
baked buns.
Her dainty dress,
she’s not
makeup-less.
Fresh bought roses,
she’s on her tip-toes!
“Ah. Someone is in
love again.”
Posted by azngeek at August 27th, 2008
I’ll be,
the one to hold you tight,
to give you hugs and kisses,
tell you everything is alright.
I’ll be,
the one to wipe your tears,
through the passing years,
tell you I’ll be always here.
I’ll be,
the one to miss you gone,
thinking,
maybe it was you only you,
all along.
Posted by azngeek at August 7th, 2008
A toast,
To the dieing breeze,
the wilting trees,
To the setting sun,
an end of a season.
To the laughter
of little girls,
dancing with their
pretty twirls.
To the park fights,
of little boys,
stealing toys!
To an end of an age.
A second decade.
I’m getting old.
A poem about leaving adolescence, sigh. : <
Azngeek
Posted by azngeek at August 5th, 2008
I write her name in the sand,
waves, tides crashing in,
With my other hand,
I write her name again.
Azngeek
Posted by azngeek at August 5th, 2008
Allow me to speak freely,
and say the words of
how I love thee,
more than the depth,
the height, the breadth,
in which my soul knows,
more than my everydays,
my tomorrows,
my yesterdays.
Allow me to speak,
freely.
Azngeek
Posted by azngeek at July 14th, 2008
Extracted from the movie Harold and Kumar: Escape From Guantanamo Bay
I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun
as 1.7321
Such is my reality
a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see
Another square root of a three
As quietly come waltzing by
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
Signing Off,
Azngeek
Posted by azngeek at May 16th, 2008
You changed my life,
you made me whole,
you know me now,
but I’m caught in the middle.
Posted by azngeek at April 13th, 2008
Ride on,
do not look back,
wind in hair,
lance in hand,
the grip of faith,
zealotry.
Walk on,
the winding road
to a future,
your music -
the sound of
indecision.
Crawl on,
all fours,
be humbled,
the aches,
the sores,
the madness.
Rise up,
ride, walk, crawl,
with pride,
and a man
you shall be.
This one goes out to the people that struggle in life, like we all do.
Posted by azngeek at April 13th, 2008
Can you tell me what it’s like,
in the big city?
I hear the night is as bright as day,
and the day is as dark as night.
That the sun and the moon,
make love behind the
black curtains of modernization.
And that men, they try to play
fiddle with God.
Can you tell me what it’s like,
in the small village?
I hear that night is pitch black,
and the day is a white glow,
That the sun and the moon,
are estranged,
they play hide and seek.
And that men, they still believe
in God.
Please take me to the big city
of opportunities brother.
I seek fame far and wide,
and I have dreams
of finding greatness.
Take me NOW to the small village
good sir,
I seek fortune,
and I will bring your people
a future.
Signing off,
Azngeek
Posted by azngeek at October 3rd, 2007
I think I need a drink,
of a quick decision,
some decisiveness.
But maybe,
possibly,
oh please don’t say it’s so,
you’d let me reconsider,
and take a rain check,
on the ultimatum.
Azngeek
Posted by azngeek at September 30th, 2007
Take me to the place,
where no one has a name,
no one has hopes,
or expectations.
Where a lie,
is not a lie,
and the truth,
is not the truth.
The honest men,
the liars,
the heroes,
the tyrants,
differ to no degree.
And the pain,
it is dull,
as is pleasure.
Take me to the place,
where lost souls meet.
Azngeek
Posted by azngeek at September 3rd, 2007
Do not judge me for what I am,
for that is not what I may be.
The yesterdays,
The history,
Is not the harbinger of tomorrow,
For the directorless play,
the impromptu,
the audience may believe
the actor is lost,
with a broken compass,
facing a broken north.
As tomorrow climaxes,
the sun rise,
the actor could find his bearings,
he may learn, understand, comprehend,
he may not.
Writers block. Crap.
Posted by azngeek at August 5th, 2007
The words make me endlessly happy,
It’s so wonderful,
To press to my heart,
the paper which my eyes
once so lovingly beheld.
O the wonder.
O the awe.
O the silence.
As the mind wanders,
The lights of imagination,
flickers an old silent film,
of those dainty hands
charmingly gliding back
and forth across the
pointed four corners.
Charming are your letters.
A little more of my psychobabble.
Azngeek
Posted by azngeek at July 28th, 2007
From yesterday, I’m gone
From yesterday, I’m gone,
To tomorrow, please find me,
Dear time, I’m lost.
I’m writing to you,
To ask of news,
To see how you are doing,
Hope you and the family
are doing well.
Is father time still kind?
The old fart.
From tomorrow, please find me,
To yesterday, I’m gone,
Everything is well,
How do you do?
The cold winds still blow,
Hope you and the family
are doing well.
And I. I am still looking for you.
I quite like this. Just thought of it when I woke up this morning. I still love the language.
Signing off,
Azngeek
