A poem for no one, everyone, myself, and you

Funny how it works, said I, as I gazed into the sky,
Funny how life is a dream, a thought gone awry,
Funny how it all flows down, I pondered and I mused,
Funny how the ones you love, can leave you feeling bruised.

Amusing yes? A joke quite right, to see ourselves toil,
Our schemes and plans, like shifting sands, blending water an’ oil,
For what we wish, and what is, are never what we see,
Thr’u in and out, text and shout, we miss all we be.

Funny how it works, she said, as I bled into my beer,
Funny how you never told me, the extent of your fear,
Funny how I play you now, like a tired old song,
Funny how I chose right now, to forget right from wrong.

Frustrating no? A thorn unseen, her avarice was deep,
My mind muddled and my heart troubled, from my greed, beginning to creep,
Shallow wants, scorn deepest needs, I knew better all along,
Alone in a crowd, or crowed alone, I was isolation in a throng.

Funny how it works, said I, as I felt my heart grieving,
Funny how my lesions, strangely keep repeating,
Funny how life makes us wander, to earn our marks of valor,
Funny how it always darkens, our souls to sickly pallor.

Lusting after, a selfish thought, clinging to golden straws,
To hell with good reason, damn the logic, and maybe a few laws,
Aroused and dumb, I bite my thumb, and attach to my great failing,
I knew better, and she did not care, we both wanted her wailing.

Funny how it works, she said, the malice barely hidden,
Funny how I realized, I was, no more forbidden,
Funny how she found another, in whole, wholly lacking,
Funny how her city, had her picking, and me packing.

My tears where hot, my cries bitter, as I howled at the moon,
Petty anger, and exhausted goodwill, could not burn away too soon,
Wounded yet again, yet deeper still, I felt my heart bleed dry,
I bottled void, and turned my back, all because we lied.

Funny how it works, I said, whispering to the stars,
Funny how it is, that Venus conquered Mars,
Funny how I let myself, fall into, the same old game,
Funny how I still burn, at the thought, of the shame.

I broke myself down, to cores of self lost, my nature elemental,
I vowed to stay stoically, retroactively male, a sixties sentimental,
Pass the rum! The books, cigarettes and ladies,
Gimme a woman, damn you, not some blossomed babies!

Funny how it works, he said, his support absolute,
Funny how his faith in me, was oh so resolute,
Funny how I always knew, the end would come about,
Funny how when it was over, I wanted to shout.

Returning to that lofty place, hard worn, and the wiser,
I recounted my lessons, and read my scars, ticking like a Geiger,
I drew closer to my allies, and to my faith, long ago set aside,
And with a sense, of noble purpose, I restarted upon my stride.

Funny how it works, she said, after I bared my soul,
Funny how the things you need, partly make you whole,
Funny how it’s always in, the last place that you seek,
Funny how what makes us stronger, is admitting that we’re weak.

I trembled but once, as I spoke, my heart crying thunder,
I knew the risks, as did she, could our hearts be torn asunder?
She saw the good, she knew the bad, and it didn’t scare her,
When the truth was set free, and gladly returned the favor, I saw my heart as a blur.

Funny how it works, said I, as I gazed into the sky,
Funny how life is a dream, a thought gone awry,
Funny how it all flows down, I pondered and I mused,
Funny how the one you love, is never expected until your hearts are fused…



I love you Kristen, with all my heart <3

Deuces n rock children, I shall endure, if only by the grace of God, or my own stubbornness
~Caleb