Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Colors

A mosaic of an idea for you
Our colors were meant to view
A blend like me and you
Riding the breeze in the wind
Warmth once felt leaving flesh to portend
Turning to ash 
So soon will crash


~JRP

Soda Works

Garage sale land
Thrift store wonder
Where the books smell old
The furniture a blunder

Funky town of must
Contain the broken toys 
The tattered clothes a bust
Her music collaborates
The last fire for a dime show



~AT, JRP, FVJ, KJ 
1998 






In The End

In the end will it be a sin
How many times will it take 
To forsake all that was given
Are you awake
Or do you quake
To hear his beautiful cheer of Love so dear

In the bed or in the Chair
His heart is near
If you will hear
The soft cries for the one who lies
Which will it be
Which side
Will you hide



~JRP 1998

Which One

Which one can it be
Which one, is it he
Is he the one who spent me for fun
Is it the one who couldn't see past my buns
Could it be he who dated less than three
Or him who wanted more than Kim

How could I know
How could I tell
Can I see past his beautiful details
Or will I see his Intel


~JRP 1997 

Darn-it

Doesn't really matter
Around when only undaunted 
Riveting across time
In a jar of old lies
Nothing good nothing worth keeping

Wanting the unwanted
Asking for the unasked
Resting with adversity
No one left to caress
In an ocean of blues
Counting the days that pass
Knowing not to ask



~JRP 1998