Wondering

I was sittin here wondering
I do that quite a bit
Wonder if getting dressed
Is what I could do best?
Or should I just sit here
Contemplating my navel
On this gray overcast day
In sunless Seattle.

You say get yourself up
Put on some fancy duds
For nothing holds ya back
When the rain is drizzling down.
So what’s in your craw?
That’s keeping you down low.

Life is what it is,
You make it what you want
Some days are low
It’s the high ones the best
But even on slow days
There is something to cheer

Life is worth living
No matter where you appear
So get off your ass
That TV show is lax
If nothing presents itself
Go stand in the rain

It’s only just water
Might be cold or warm
But you’ll dry up nice
One you come in by the fire.
Strip yourself naked
Dance and sing with abandon.

You can be happy all by yourself.
That is the truth I guarantee.
Dressed or no, get up off your ass.

©Saroya Poirier 1/3/2010

Grief

Grief is short lived,
Sorrow is temporary,
Love never dies resides inside
Pass on your love
Give it away
Pass it forward every day
Tears fall in sorrow
Shedding grief, pain, loss
With eyes open wide
Feast on the beauty of life


©Saroya Poirier 10/24/09

Who Are They?

They say that they can live without sex
They say life each day is just fine
They say they don’t feel at all vexed
But each night they have a glass of wine

Deep inside I clinch then flex
Why do I still desire sex?
I want the feel of lips so much
In places only I now touch
Hands to squeeze then pinch
Will only sense a small flinch

Why am I not like they?
Why do I crave every day
Touch that does not come my way
Why must I continue this way?

I will live without sex that’s true
But life is empty without you
I have to keep my mind from there
Stop wanting so much not to despair

I wait aching to be touched
Feel fingers caress part slip in
In my mind he waits for me
In the dark when I sleep
I am not like they, I am only me

10/18/09

Just whom are you?
Do you know?
For I am unsure
On this day or that
Just who I may be
I may be she
Or I may not
I could be that
Or I could be this
Do I want that
Or desire this
I am confused
Quite sure of that
Does it take a life time?
To know who or what?
Will I live long enough
To know about that?
Change is so fast
What I think is not so
Is soon, soon enough
Or is it something else?
When you are sure
Will you let me know?
For I am still changing
With each passing day
Each dawn I wonder
Who am I today


©Saroya Poirier 8/26/09

Dread

Dark night without sun
Sightless days have begun
Day in night without light
Blackest gloom sinister sight
Shadows radiate obscure fear
Dread filled humans shed a tear
Monsters roam in grim delight
Assured that phantoms cannot fight
Moody demons within the gloom
Emerge slowly from dank tombs
Gods of evil smile with glee
For they laugh as all flee
Rulers of dark of night
Celebrate the loss of light
Gates of hell open wide
When dark is light and day is night

©Saroya Poirier

I Ever Will Be

Today gone slipping away with each moment in time
As will tomorrow come then be the day of reality
Such was yesterday to be remembered then forgotten
Passage of time unreal yet completely lost
Leaving humanity to wonder after its transitory passing
Was it real imagined dreams of what was or should have been
Confusion of days slipping by slowly then quickly gone
With unseeing eyes is life an illusion? No answers only questions
Stumbling mumbling grasping empty hands nothing tangible
I am but sand filtering through the proverbial hour glass
I am, I was, I ever will be

Tumultous Peace

I lie upon my fainting couch, hand against my fevered brow
Heart frantically beating within my corseted breast,
I wonder whom mention what to whom and when.
A social outcast shall I be, shunned by all whom I see,
If from heights I fall dashed on the rocks of Cornwall.
Will any see, prevent such as me from death in the deep dark sea?

I promised him my heart yet mention it I could not.
He promised me the world, lost to the turn of the wheel.
I promised myself to conceal this allusion from the world.
The holes were frayed the fabric of my heart torn to shreds.
Yet society knew not, time passed I did abstain.

Now observe you have drawn from me the thread of life.
You care not my love has fallen trampled upon discarded.
I was so sure it would never be mentioned life would go forth.
Yet here it is, words on the wind mentioned for all to hear.
Silken threads woven into the tapestry a life gone astray

Whom shall I turn to in my hour of need?
Who shall rescue me lift me up give life to such as me?
I am downcast now hidden away off to the countryside to stay
Locked in the tower until death has taken me
With only the call of the sea a bitter tumultuous peace.