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I'm not much for suspense so I threw it all at once rather than posting day by day. Some of it I like more than others, but I figured that perhaps putting it out would get the creative juices flowing. We'll see how it turns out. ;)

Selfish

Refusing to say I am right
for you, my selfishness continues
to leave me
wondering. Realism speaks to me
as a shoulder's whisper, yet
curiosity leads my actions.
Excused as good
intentions, I aim to raise
questions simply to see
the response, or perhaps
in hopes of self reassurance.

Garlic

When by day's end
garlic floods my nose,
memories swarm my dreams.
Busy in the kitchen,
be it cakes or fish,
we work under
the adult eye, waiting
for time alone.
Meanwhile we gaze at
each other and exchange
innocent embraces.
Once the house slept,
we stayed in the kitchen,
held close,
making up
for lost time.

"Hello"

Today's weather rests
in the smile of a stranger.
Cloudy skies fade
as the old lady with
and ipod connects with me
through a friendly smirk.
Drenched grass waves
happily when my greeting
returns home.

Chewing the Fat

I tire of the sound of my thoughts.
Redundancy in my tone raise personal
concern of overly dramatic reenactments,
yet the crowds cheers. Embellishing delivers
applause, yet writing the words calls for shots
of whiskey. I watch those with no self criticism
and only strengthen my own. These told stories
rank the pecking order, but solve nothing.

Rebecca

Why some names stick is beyond me.
She was an exception to the room.
While the crowd ran rich with long
flowing hair and exposed flesh, she
observed in silence, between smoke
filled breaths, waiting for me to make
my approach. Meanwhile, I circled,
eying her punk styled short black hair,
short skirt pulled over top of skin tight
slacks. Took some time but eventually
years of humiliation were pushed aside,
for her I was willing to dance. Hands
intertwined as her body moved with mine.
The night grew tired and finally to an end.
Wishful hopes of future encounters
appeared promising, yet now she is but a
memory.

Old Beginnings

Here are some things I started with and abandoned
after a few lines. Some of it I like by itself, others may
one day pick up to be a bigger piece. Someone told
me to look back on old stuff and to post more so
here it is. Feel free to comment and make suggestions.

"As a child,
my dreams were wild
and still today
I dream that way"

"I started a company
to realize my dream
others follow my dream
so that they can eat"

"I don't know what I want
music, my music
only mine because
they don't want it."

"I want to fall asleep
and wake up yesterday
so that I can know
what happens tomorrow.
maybe it'll be different
from today."

"Today I woke up to guitars out
my window. Three floors below
sat a middle aged man entertaining
the crowded streets. Whistling,
rather than attempting to sing
the nonexistent words."

Lanes, Lights and Radio Stations

lanes mock me,
laughing each time
i change, while
the old lane advances
i stand still, leaving
me no room to
go crawling back
hinting at where
i could have been
had i stayed.

traffic lights mock me
as i turn right,
rather than waiting
for the green, only to
trap me at the
next turn
to find myself
a mile down the
wrong road
reminding me of how
much time i've wasted.

radio stations mock me
as i turn the dial
impatient at the interruptions
of commercials
ending a string of hits.
I channel surf only to return
to catch the last note
of a song i love
and then again
commercials.

women mock me.

Druga Wojna Myślowa

Around this time of day,
when everyone is enjoying
their last hour of sleep,
zaczynam myśleć w
swoim języku
and it plagues my mind
with imaginary conversation
as though it's hoping to take over.
Kontroluje moje myślę i im
więcej pozwalam, tym łatwiej
słowa się zbierają do grupy
ale za to, the harder it is to
switch back. Words wymieniają się
w mid sentence ale po tej walce,
mój język wygrywa.

What is a guy to do?

Zamyślony

Focus,
focus,
what's focus in Polish?
Oh it doesn't matter
Focus on English!
We're writing in English.
Ale... no no, BUT
nic... jakoś to nie wychodzi.
Ale... dammit, I mean BUT
now I lost my train of thought.

Chcę Narzekać

Jak marudzący dzieciak
Rzucam się na świat i czekam
na następną fazę życia.

Pozwalam żeby pas obowiązków
mnie trzepną w goło nogę,
i mam nadzieje że po tym
będę mógł bawić się dalej
jak mały dzieciak.

Jestem zmęczony tym szarpaniem
w dwanaście innych stron i
czekam aż wypuszczą mnie na plac
gdzie będę królem swojego zamku
jak odważny dzieciak.

Zamykam oczy i śnie sobie
że obowiązki mnie przegapią
i pozwolą mi przespać resztę
dnia - jak marudzący dzieciak.

(translation in comments)