• 12Dec 09

  DRAMA with a capital DRAMA, and several poems inspired by such

  Well, things have been full of drama at work lately. Some idiot is trying to blackmail my store's GM into firing a couple of people, and sent a note threatening to reveal some "devastating secrets" to her family if she doesn't. Of course it's all BS, someone letting malice and their imagination run away with them and their gossip-mongering cronies. The saddest part of this for me is, my GM thinks I did it! Apparently the person used some big words in the letter, and I'm the only one who regularly uses them! Of course, someone who's actually seen this letter tells me that the person misspelled a lot of them, so it's kind of insulting that she doesn't think I'd be smart enough to run a spell check! And when it comes to gossip, I'm always the last to know things, because I don't gossip, I just go to work, do my job, and come home. So everyone knows that I have never spread any of these false rumors, nor do I have any incentive to do so- I'm leaving there in nine months, as they all know. If I wanted to leave the place with a bang, surely I would have waited until I was ready to leave before I started raking up this muck! But whatever. I know I'm innocent, and anyone who doubts that just doesn't know me at all. Anyways, I've been inspired by my anger at the situation to write a couple of poems, the first to my doubting GM, and the second to the Puppeteer who is really orchestrating all of this drama.
  
  Doubt
  
  I ask you, will your heart know sorrow
  If I'm driven from this place,
  Or will you shrug, indifferent
  To the loss when my endurance fails?
  Will keen edged regret make you bleed
  From the raw hole my absence tears,
  Or will casual disregard fill you up
  When I'm too feeble to fend off care?
  Will you taste bitter tears-
  Not just your own, but mine as well,
  Or will you laugh dry eyed
  As I stumble brokenly away?
  And will the fact that I doubt you,
  Both in justice, and in pity,
  Wound your heart as deeply
  As your words have wounded mine?
  
  The Puppeteer
  
  It must be lonely where you live-
  The puppet master who makes us dance
  To feed your delight in life's game,
  Only, when weary, to be discarded
  Like the broken toys of childhood left behind
  When a newer, brighter thing shines.
  Sometimes in your play you prompt us to speak,
  Your lips moving in time with ours,
  Manipulated into a sameness of mind
  Which does nothing to prove our individuality.
  But tell me, don't our lauds ring hollow
  When they are only what you tell yourself?
  And yet if we don't, but criticize instead,
  Your puppet's unexpected voice is perplexingly vexing!
  • Posted Dec 12, 2009 12:24 pm PT
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• 26Nov 09

  Unrequited (A Poem)

  How can I learn resignation,
  When the only thing that I want
  Is the one thing you've said can ne'er be mine-
  I must find another love instead.
  How can my heart forget how to love
  The idol it worships completely?
  For me love exists solely for this-
  Nothing else could touch me this deeply.
  So now I must either lie to myself,
  Or speak falsehoods to reassure you;
  Believe in me, if only in this-
  My love (forever silent) won't burden you.
  • Posted Nov 26, 2009 5:35 am PT
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• 15Nov 09

  Come and Drink (A Poem)

  The season has come to gather
  The fruits of my sorrow and joy,
  Cutting them free of the clinging vines
  Which fed and made them grow.
  I press the juices, bitter and sweet,
  And store it away to ferment,
  'Til aged to a vintage I can gladly pour
  For any who would wish to drink.
  • Posted Nov 15, 2009 12:01 pm PT
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