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Off The Cuff - Chuck's Poems
CellarDweller:
The Sneak
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yesterday you first came around
often appearing and making much sound
unfamiliar face in a big crowd
creating mystique when speaking out loud
another new friend, so it seemed at first
now I see you are acting your worst
trying to comment, and push me away
save your strength, honey, those are games I don't play
creating some drama by moving your mouth
apparently thinking you'll make me run south
rotten to the core is how I see you
every day I see it, it shows more, through and through
mighty do fall, it's a lesson to learn
every person who's sneaky one day will get burned
fill up your gun, and your ammo you'll spend
run from you I won't do, I'm here to the end
over and over you'll try to smear me
maybe one day, you'll wake up and see
bitch, i'm too strong, so play if you must
my friends know who I am, and it's me that they trust
CellarDweller:
the Undone Puzzle
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Sitting here, thinking that life makes no sense
It’s all jumbled, like the letters on the keyboard
That is in front of me, at work
All out of sequence, and meaning nothing
I type, and force them to fit, to make sense
Put them into sequence, and into form
So why is it I can figure out this “puzzle”
But my life feels like a jigsaw
That has been carelessly poured out of its box
Into a pile on the floor
And then left there, a mess to be figured out later
Because it is too hard to make sense out of right now
What does not kill you makes you stronger
I believe that
But strength has limits
And I’m getting tired of having mine tested
While I put on a happy face
So that no one will be concerned
Besides, if it’s my life, and I can’t figure it out
How can anyone else do that for me
And doesn’t that defeat the purpose of living anyway
To learn as you live
If you have someone else giving you the answers
Still sitting here, while there is a pile of work
Sitting next to me, to be processed
While I look for motivation to get it done
Instead of letting my mind wander
And go where it should not
And be where it should not
Is it “go home” time yet?
I want to walk in the park
And at least feel like I did something today
That was to my benefit
Other than just sitting here
Doing nothing
And wondering if I’m on the right path
looking at the pile
needing to get the puzzle together
CellarDweller:
Trouble Maker
as I sit and watch you
my mind starts to think
you once seemed so nice
but now, you stink
people I care for
are talking to me
about the trouble you've caused
that you think they don't see
I'm sure you don't know this
but my eye is on you
watching over all
that you say and you do
your purpose in life
to cause others distress
gives me the impression
that your mind is a mess
brain slightly off kilter
like an uneven table
mentally confused
and emotionally unstable
taking your spoon
and stirring the pot
better be careful
it's contents are quite hot
and when your efforts backfire
we'll see if you've learned
that the ones who start trouble
are the ones who get burned
when the end does occur
and the pieces do fall
I hope you're alone
in the middle of it all
and while the rest walk away
with their heads all held high
I hope you find out
what it feels like to lie
in the bed that you made
by your own design
with intentions so cruel
all efforts to malign
CellarDweller:
Snake In The Grass
sitting on the computer
and look what I've found
a snake in the grass
that came back around
and then you approached me
that I could not believe
you slithered right over
thought to make me your "Eve"
toss me a line
throw me some bait
hope for a nibble
sit back and wait
well, you fooled me once
I was too dumb to see
you won't fool me twice
there'll be no "shame on me"
and you gave me your numbers
in case I want to call you
well don't hold your breath
'cause you might just turn blue
try to play your games
you will not succeed
there's a new man in my life
and he's all that I need
sure you can talk to me
go ahead, spend that dime
but don't be surprised
if I don't have the time
there's someone else for me now
and he'll always come first
he shows me the best
you show me the worst
you are here for a purpose
it's a lesson learned
you tempted, you succeeded
I let myself get burned
won't happen again
eyes wide opened now
but karma bites back hard
and you'll get yours somehow
CellarDweller:
Your Music
Sitting in the basement
hearing the clock tick
I place the cd in the computer
the one you hid in my bag
as a surprise
The music begins
it wafts out of my speakers
filling the basement with your music
and my head with memories
I see you, sitting there
at the keyboards
hitting differnet buttons and switches
in frustration
trying to make magic
and then, you play
and I can see your fingers
lightly touching the keys
and the notes fill the living room
ebony and ivory
bending under your will
and your talent
filling the room with sounds
where before there were none
I sit in the corner
and listen to the melodies
as instrumental music
religious and secular
floats through the living room
You turn off the keyboard
and get up and walk away
expressing dissatisfaction
at imperfect pieces
but I stay in the corner
and close my eyes
as the music still floats through my head
with the image of the man who put it there
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