Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Without You

Fjords of flushing feeling filled fingers with fickle fright
And the mounds of molten monsters meant my mystery was right
This bound and brittle brooding has bent my broken sight
Like clipped-wing canaries cauterized from flight

When I'm not with you I am sinking
Apart from you I'm lost
The distance starts me thinking
Of the wedding ring embossed
A symbolic love note meant to last
Promising a closely intimate plan
You guide my future and know my past
And only you can hold my hand

Cramped cut-off chasms constantly collapsing
Like lions leaping laterally my lipid lips are lapsing
My mental mitigation of methodological mapping
Tenses terror that takes to me through tabulated trapping

When I'm not with you I am sinking
Apart from you I'm lost
The distance starts me thinking
Of the wedding ring embossed
A symbolic love note meant to last
Promising a closely intimate plan
You guide my future and know my past
Guide me as I hold your hand

Lost and losing like laden lead, listing and lumbering
Festering forests of forbidden fruit visions
Tossed and twitching tadpole, twisting and tumbling
Deem demoralizing and disastrous decisions

When I'm not with you I am sinking
Apart from you I'm lost
The distance starts me thinking
Of the wedding ring embossed
A symbolic love note meant to last
Promising a closely intimate plan
You guide my future and know my past
I'll walk with you and hold your hand

By Royce Waxenfelter
7-23-08

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Unanticipated Procedure

With bristling sensation
Question rotation
Dread-filled probation

Glistening crust
Gathering dust
Glorified rust

Rabid yet soothed
Tranquility ruled
Crowned and bejeweled

Slobber retreat
Rinse and repeat
Meandering peat

Backed quantifiable
Granite undeniable
Statistically reliable

Arrested development
Stunted judgment
Piping hot fudge went

Down the long sleeve
Scarring a weave
Searing belief

That solid deny
To excuse / qualify
Support with a pie

A fiery emblem
Siren ended
Spires extended

Quality garden
Rembrandt discarded
Statutory pardon

Solitary cottage
Dislodge the clot and
Helicopter spotted

Signified member
Personal pretender
Electrifying blender

Absolute justification
Abolished Wi-Fi station
Temp gratification

Unreadable data
Doesn’t even matter
Horseshoe platter

Slipping hilly
Jumped the dill weed
Abandoned Philly

Bettor’s insight
Twister in flight
Living despite

Grasped beware
Gasping for air
Distant – not there

Long and forgotten
Lost in the rotten
Scratch blended cotton

The boil has burst
Done its fair worst
Nestled and nursed

Nurse named Mildred
News that bewilders
Soon to be fill dirt

By Royce Waxenfelter
6/5/09

With You

(to the tune of Girls Talk by Rockpile)

You've got a beauty they can't cover up with lipstick and powder
And I love that in church you're now singing louder
I love it when you're smiling, love it when you're happy
Even though the other guys may think that I am sappy

Oh, I just love to be with you
I've got a cavernous feeling inside when you're gone I miss you
But when we are together it can't get any better
I feel like I may be floating on feather
Right here and now

With you, and they wish they were me
With you, if you said it'd be me
With you, way back in '03
I'd find it hard to believe to be real

You're a woman whose filled with God's love and no one can take that
And when you lean on His promises then nobody will shake that
You are growing stronger, you are gaining wisdom
God has granted you a portion of His kingdom

Oh, I just love to be with you
I've got a cavernous feeling inside when you're gone I miss you
But when we are together it can't get any better
I will stay with you regardless of the weather
Right here and now

With you, and they wish they were me
With you, if you said it'd be me
With you, way back in '03
I'd find it hard to believe to be real

Oh, I just love to be with you
I've got a cavernous feeling inside when you're gone I miss you
But when we are together it can't get any better
You’re more comfortable than any old sweater

With you… with you… with you…

By Royce Waxenfelter
7/24/09

Apple Butter

Across the seas in an old clay jar A journey vast, a journey far A small seed hidden amongst the cargo From Portugal west, on past Key Largo...