Amorous Knight

The lady fair sits on the green;
In her eyes, the moonlight's gleam.
Loneliness plauges her inner soul.
She's stiffed of diamonds; left with coal.

The lady fair stares into the stream;
a soloist in a reflection team.
Forlornness cascades from the sky.
The moment's essence is bitter and dry.

Suddenly, another is in the mirror image.
She knows not whether to grin or grimace.
The lady fair's fear turns to hope.
Her eyes unveil an all new scope.

A cavalier, chivalrous and true,
raises the maiden from her blues.
The princely knight brings the moon to her feet,
the stars to her eyes, and alas, their lips meet.

When they must part during the day,
they carry the other's heart away.
Every flower brings her face to his mind.
Every moonbeam reflects her find.

The lady fair sits on the green.
The gallant knight fulfilled her dream.

September 22, 1994

Buried Treasure

I used to be an eyesore.
The others got looked at,
but I just watched.
(Too ugly or too fat)

It doesn't really matter now.
I occasionally catch them looking,
but usually it happens when
they've got a scheme cooking.

They'll admire me for my intellect;
want my body for my brain;
but are turned off by my soul.
That's what brings the pain.

Why is it they like my mind
but my psyche drives them off?
As evil as other females can be,
you'd think they'd like one soft.

Would life be better
with perfect measurements?
Flawless hair and complexion?
Fabulous ass and tits?

Would it be better
if I was cold as ice?
Caniving; deceiving;
never to sacrifice?

'Cause everything I believe
is turning into fraud.
All the things that even out
are now departing odd.

The signals I am getting
are against all I'd thought.
Everything one should look for
is everything I'm not.

Lose weight. Spend money
on make-up and hair;
trendy clothes; contacts;
and new shoes, a daily pair.

Oh, but pursue my education.
Gather knowledge for others as well,
but spend less time analyzing
and dipping in the inkwell.

Stop caring about everyone
and giving 'til I drop.
Never cry; always say 'no,'
and demand the bullshit stops.

Become cold and closed off.
Cheat and lie to get what I want.
Don't ask what I can do to help.
Simply laugh, bop, and flaunt.

Beauty may be skin deep,
but people tred at the surface.
Lost, I wander, deep in a void,
searching for my purpose.

September 13, 1994

A Logic Puzzle

Whether part of the jigsaw,
or a solo, cardboard shapeless;
Searching for my pre-destined plug-in,
I see no point in completion.

To frame?

Visionless eyepiece to hang on the wall?
Oh yeah
What happened to good old-fashioned art?
Art--

Philosophy;
That was one.
Philosophy;
Wait...
Isn't that what democracy rooted from?
Great philosophers,
thus
great artists,
right?

Hyprocrisy.
That's the bottom line.

September 11, 1994