too good to be true/shameless

A desire to create poetry.
To lend cadence, add lilt.
To take the other route
Around the city and
Drive at 90, perhaps.

To feel Dali. To drink coffee.
To indulge in acts of kindness
That only prolong rhymes,
Sustain reverberations.

A desire to create poetry;
Out of the things you swear
You could never do, feel, or
Succumb to.

It’s not for you to decipher.
Nor for me to encode.It's
Just a matter of time before
The chords ring themselves out

And silence engulfs.

stalemate/incomplete

“What part of our history is
Reinvented and under rug swept?
What part of our memory is selective
And tends to forget?”

What measure’s effective and
Assures of things needed?
The story’s intensive and leaves
No room for regret.

What goes wrong each time
One converses, not pretends?
What passes my mind whenever
an impasse is created?

Of all things mysterious, drowning
hope, resisting change,
This one’s the toughest and needs to
Go, just needs to go.


P.S. was listening to 'under rug swept' by Alanis Morissette.
followd the general idea. first four lines are taken from the song.

i owe these lines to Ron.