House of Zen

Sit on a chair.
Cross my legs.
Take a deep breath.
Close my eyes.

my house of zen
greens all around
the air is calm
no one below

almost hear the rain
a bird chirping
alone at peace
my house of zen

thoughts of nothing
so scerene
my private place
my mood lowering

a deep breath in
feel it go
at peace with the world
at peace with myself

A car drives past.
A small child yells.
A door slams shut.
It's back to work.

I'm not in a better mood. This is a poem that I wrote awhile back. I thought you might need a pick me up after that last one. Be strong.

Broken hearted

Broken hearted. All alone.
No one calling on the phone.
Friend around try to support.
They all want a new report.
Head hangs low. Try not to cry.
Bite my lip and ask Him why.
Don't want to eat. Not a bite.
So angry. Looking for a fight.
Can't dream. Can't sleep. Just lie awake.
Pray thee Lord my soul to take.
Days flow together. Weeks. Months.
Try not to focus on the bad.
Hard to pretend to be glad.
I see your face. Arms. Lips.
Memory of your hands, my hips.
Wasn't all too long ago.
It's why pain engulfs me so.

I bet you can tell what kind of mood I've been in today. Maybe something happy will happen...soon.

Smile

I feel like such a fool.
A stupid mistake some people would call it.
Learn from it.
But I'm in mourning.
Smile.
The pain has to pass first.
What were we thinking?
How was it supposed to work?
Smile.
Tell me this is not the end.
That we can still be friends.
Hold me in a tight embrace.
Smile.
I expect I'll meet her some day.
She'll look at you the way I do.
Mine is concealed.
Smile.
I'll go home alone.
Lots of time to sit and ponder.
Everything that could of been.
If only I had said something.
Cry.

Ode to Joely

Forever friends I can see.
You light up the firey side of me.
A softball is thrown way off base.
I always see a funny face.

I think you have bad taste in beer.
You drive so fast, without any fear.
Sometimes you let me listen to my song.
Back massages, feel like nothing is wrong.

Arcade games and batting cages.
Haven't been there in ages.
Short shorts and knee high socks.
Your sense of style seems to come in flocks.

Introduced me to the house of smells.
Large stash of all you hair gels.
Going to Bellingham to partake in karaoke.
Went to Starbucks to get a smothee and tea.