Insanic Verses

THE DUMMY

In that forgotten part of town

Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,

A wrinkled man with life near end,

In hopes to have at least one friend,

Fashioned bits of wood and things

And made a dummy run by strings.

He sat alone for hours on end,

Conversing with his only friend

And found delight within the fact

That he controlled it's every act.

He told it how he never had a chance,

since all his luck was bad

Although he'd tried so to succeed -The dummy nodded and agreed.

And how his journeys in romance

Had never given him a chance,

And wasn't it a crying shame

That he was always held to blame

When everyone knew, oh so well,

That life is but a living Hell,

Controlled by lust and power and greed?

The dummy nodded and agreed.

With patience that would rival saints,

That dummy sat through all complaints

And, with each little expert tug,

He'd droop his head or bow or shrug

And give some comfort to the man

Who held his lifelines in his hand

And helped to fill a lonely need

When he just nodded and agreed.

Senility increased with time

As did the old man's phantomime,

And feverish fingers pulled with glee

The dummy's dance of misery.

They never left each other's side

Until the day both stopped and died.

We found them lying, hand in hand,

The dummy - and his wooden friend.

CAN I CALL U ANGEL

The snow fell,

leaving a halo of white upon your head,

and that's when I said,"Can I call you Angel?"

You looked at me with surprise,

but I could see it in your eyes, and I knew.

As you sang silent night,

your beautiful voice put me at ease,

and I asked please,"Can I call you Angel?"

A smile came to your face with serenity and grace,

but you said not a word.

In my darkest hours you held my hand,

never leaving my side,

and I said, while I cried,

"Can I call you Angel? "

You then began to wipe the tears away and erase all the gray in my life.

You led me down a path of gold,

telling me of the creator above,

and again I asked with a greater love,

"Can I call you Angel?"

You never answered my plea,

so I fell to my knee in prayer.

As I opened my eyes, I could see you before me;

Your wings spread and a golden halo upon your head

and one last time I said,

"_____, can I call you Angel?"

WHAT IF SHE LEAVES WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE

If you don't say goodbye,

Before you turn and leave.

What am I supposed to do,

Except to cry and grieve?!

I thought our friendship was special,

I thought it meant a lot.

If you felt the same way,

Why are we stuck in this knot?

I don't like good-byes,

But in this we have no choice.

If you won't speak to me,

the good-bye's will come from MY voice.

We've managed through other fights,

But this one's not the same.

I'm not having any fun,

And I won't to stop this game.

I'm not good at soirees,

So I'll do my best with this.

I have one last request,

It is my goodbye wish.

I wish that we were friends again,

Before WE say GOODBYE.

Now that this is off my chest,

I wait and sit and sigh.

Cheers,Readers...C ya until Next time.