Sonnettics

From lovers to less; from lovers to more
extremities leave us in the center
when thinking of all that we had before
our future becomes a door to enter
The doorknob is gold and the door, carved wood
We made it for “Us” and we made if shut
The carving is beautiful, smoothe; we could

If thoughts were gold, I’d be a millionaire
Yet I’m so poor my thoughts must all be lead
But thoughts are not a currency to share
I learned that thoughts accompany the dead
And still I’ll pay the ferryman his due
With gold beyond whatever’s in my mind
Regardless, if my thoughts are false or true
I see my thoughts although I know I’m blind
I hate to think of thoughts as simply words
They’re more than any words I speak or write
I watch them soar above like regal birds
They may not choose to land, and yet they might
My thoughts are metaphoric birds of gold
They circle me until my story’s told

I still have Russian asp’rin in my kit
Although my Russian headache has been cured
Cyrillic letters were the cause of it
I never knew аспирин was a word!
I see the Neva, flowing in my mind
At times when I’m reminded of my course
Through streets and alleys where I hoped to find
Relief from my perception of pain’s source!
My pain was not from vodka, clear as rain
Although I had a Nevsky late one night
аспирин helped alleviate the pain
St. Petersburg was soothing to my plight!
I’ll keep my Russian asp’rin by my bed
In case cyrillic letters plague my head!

It’s true that time is money, who’d have known!
I want to spend my precious time with you
It’s worthless when I spend my time alone
But valuable, no matter what we do
My time should be invested in your heart
Where it would be so safe and so secure
And in my thoughts of you while we’re apart
My time with you is precious gold that’s pure
Come spend your time with me; I’ll give you more
Your money isn’t counterfeit; it’s real
“I’ll keep your money safe,” the oath I swore
And “kick their ass” if someone tries to steal!
If spending time with you is all I’ve got
I’m richer than I ever, ever thought!

I need to climb a mountain; you were right
And yes, with little steps, I need to start
I cannot see the peak; it’s out of sight
The strength to climb it’s here, within my heart
You know it’s there; I let you in to see
Whatever I had buried deep inside
You found them all; the pieces that are me
I promised you that I would never hide
I know it feels like I’ve ignored your care
But Sweetie, I’m as frustrated as you
Logistics are a pain. I’m here; you’re there
Ignoring love’s a thing I’d never do
Come climb with me; we’ll summit, side by side
I’ll hold your hand and let you be my guide.

I need the tears; they make my feelings clean
I hate the tears; they burn my eyes with pain
I don’t know what the tears expect or mean
I only know they’re part of life’s refrain
The music comes, demands that I compose
Expectantly, the notes demand my time
My heart begins a rhythm no one knows
Too frequently my feelings end in rhyme
I wish I could make beauty nod her head
She’s been my muse; she’s helped me to create
Her approbation comes in streaks of red
Like sunset at the close of dappled fate
I cry too often for my heart to bear
My heart belongs to anyone who’ll care.

She told me to be angry, and I am
Tonight I tried to stand, but almost fell
And if I fell, I couldn’t give a damn!
My broken body feels like it’s in hell
Be very angry’s what she said to me
I’m very angry since that fatal day
I hate the way that now I have to be
I never knew that life could be this way
They say I should be grateful I’m alive
I say they all should shove their gratitude
I work my ass off! That’s why I survive
And yeah, it’s better to be seen than viewed
She told me to be angry; it’s my right
My anger will ensure I win this fight.

I want to drink you deeply, like a wine
The flavor of your red, red lips is sweet
Come kiss and make a red, red stain on mine
Intoxicate and make my soul complete
I have no way to tell you how I feel
Except to use the metaphor: I’m drunk
Intoxicated happiness is real
It’s not some myth that reason can debunk
The joy of you inebriates my soul
beyond the simple vintage of your touch
One drink of you and I lose all control
And yet I’m sure I’ll never drink too much
Come fill my goblet once again, my love
It’s more than your bouquet I’m thinking of!

I’m not a knight, but wish I was for you
My princess, will my love and strength suffice?
I fight myself; I fight my demons too
I’ll never quit; I’ll win at any price
The only price I never want to pay
is losing you; I’d rather lose my life
I lost it once, but found it on the day
I found my princess. Now my heart is rife
with feelings that were either lost or dead
I know you know I’m not a knight; I’m flawed
You know I have no crown upon my head
But do you know that by your grace, I’m awed?
I’m told that knighthood may be earned by deed
I’ll earn it for my princess, in her need.

I guess I’m just an artist; I have found
that nothing matters more than to create
I’ve learned to love these words; I love their sound
I love that they elicit love and hate
Like rain that makes things grow and floods as well
There’s good and bad in everything worthwhile
They use these words in heaven and in hell
These words can make you sad or make you smile
For clay to be ceramic takes the hand
of one we call an artist with his art
It can’t be done with just a firm command
It takes the clear direction of the heart
My words become my poems only when
They start within my heart, and only then.