Self Control & Other Sardonic Poems

Self Control 

I got on my knees

And confessed my sins to an ordained voice veiled in contrite anonymity. 

Spirit convicted me weak

Offering a sole solution to my proclivity; 

Marry noble. 

Noble. 

Adjective

Moral eminence and freedom from anything petty, mean, or dubious in conduct or character. 

Noble men exist; I’ve read about them. 

They fill my pages with their quests for God. 

So I lock myself away in a proverbial tower of novels and apathetic silence

I’ll be strong and pray for noble 

But isn’t it a shame 

Chivalry is ——

- waiting until death do us part

A Heart and Head War

She ran across a blood streaked sky riding fast and fast and faster, dissipating into the wind with sun bleached auburn hair flying behind her. 

Her wild eyes caught the dying light with fierce defiance for the ways of the world; her heart bursting with joy at the freedom that beheld her. Wide open pastures greeting her hungry canter. Nothing for miles but her insatiable craving for solitude; a desperate desire to disappear.

- wherever you go, there you are

Freebird

But me? No, I do not want to keep talking.

My dreams won’t subside and I’d hate to misguide 

You about my state of ability to compromise. 

- catch you on the flip side of never