Free spirit?

My body is restricted
It cannot speak the words
That might turn your ears to hear
The things I'm Bound to say.

Put two in a fishbowl
That do not get along
And you will see in visual
The words I put to song.

My heart still seeks a happy home,
Somewhere it can rest.
We could live forever In your embrace,
Beating in your chest.

I hear this talk of soulmates
And though it'd never do
It suggests my heart and soul
Both belong to you.

My soul is silent unless I let it win
And for that I would die.
Who am I?

January 2013

It's strange how friendship finds us,
Hidden as ourselves.
Carefully chosen threads
Make casually knitted sweaters.
Yours is green, almost black
But hidden in the hue
Is a brilliance I can see
Unique only to you.
Mine is red
The darkest kind
So velvety deep
You'll never find It's likeness
On this world or next.
A frosty ocean coral
Spews liberal froth
On waves of dew
That sparkle in the
Dead of night
Like tiny stars
Under the current spell.

What is beauty to the blind?
When they seek what do they find?
Perhaps, it is an inward quest
To seek the good and find the best.

Tis strange how I can be inspired
And see with human eyes
The things that last forever,
What do you see?

A billion little birds
Peck throughout the day
And the masses asked
What did that birdie say?

Entertain us all
Your gift with words
Can make us move our feet
It makes me laugh and dream of things better left with sleep.

Off the top of my Head:
This isn't a poem, it is just a thought that remains and my energy doesn't. And like that it has gone. Until we meet again, dear thought, oh, dearest thought of mine.

The Gift

Another year is passing,
Still you're still just you
And you mean so much to me
No matter what you do.

Yhe Christmas bells are ringing
Music fills the air.
Everything is super charged
Yet, we're blissfully, unaware.

Maybe it's a power
Harnessed by the rich,
Until, it fell into our hands
And now it's just the gift.

Just do it

I was feeling a lot of remorse for not ever becoming who I thought I would, but then I remembered that seminary video about Martin Harris loosing the plates but the moral being that nothing can thwart God's plans. It is more important that I used what I had, not wether or not I accomplished what I intended or if things seemed unfair. Eve could have played the "fair' card when asked to do contrary things, but instead she saw a larger picture, and accomplished what she could.

uninvited guest

I got the ingenious idea from a play "The Uninvited ghost" that I was in in Junior high I recall practicing screaming for hours in my pillow to sound really scared, but what's more to make the audience scared. I played Marge, I can't even remember the storyline now, anyway. So much for a preface. Wait Poems don't have a preface, this is already probably longer than my poem:

The uninvited guest is most appreciated of all.
When he comes he is a welcome guest, but
No one knows how to compel him
Nor is anyone certain he can be.
Still, won't our house be home with the uninvited guest?

proxy

toss me the idol,
a representation itself
i throw you the whip
we must escape quick!

I just won a huge
Battle with myself
though the war was lost.

How coud you?

I am human afterall! cause I'm angry. I was busy trying to solve"My" problem. but, I am just realizing that I am not the one with the problem.

Hello. Again, Hello. (opposed to hello again. hello)

growing up, I dreamed a life
I never got to live
and stillI tried and failed and tried
Until I wished I'd died.
To live to see my hope turn cold
I never thought I'd know the day
when I'd grow old and lonelier than
I in my early years could say.
such hurt and betrayal,
I never thought I'd feel and yet,
Everywhere I'm treading still
searching high and low...
Hello?