The Pair of Boots

Hidden in my closet I keep
A pair of boots with heels so steep

How I dread their pointed end
Shudders up my spine they send

Made of metal and nine inch long
Come to use when I sing a sad song

Silver ashes of resentment I swallowed
In pain and agony I sat and wallowed

Out of my eyes tears like silver bullets race
Like lead balls they rolled down my face

My skin so sensitive felt their burns
Right and left, they took their turns

It was my choice to love you, but
Now in your face my heart I will shut

Slowly I reached out to the lonely pair
And like a dagger it fell from the air

Into my heart it landed
I did it single handed

I do not know now what hurts more
Leaving you, being with you, or

The steep pain of the pointed heel
That in my heart I am doomed to feel.

The Little Man

What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see the man you will never be?

What do you hear when I talk to you?
Do you hear the logic you never knew?

What do you feel when I hold your hand?
Do you feel lost in treacherous sand?

What do you think of when I call?
Do I make you feel little and small?

What’s to dread in an embrace?
Other than your own disgrace

Why can’t you look into my eyes?
Have you been telling me lies?

You think over me you have power?
Let me show you how big boys cower

You are just a big shadow of a little man
Following my reflection as if you really can.

The Clown

In a circus of lovers you are my favorite clown
Make a funny face or I shall show you a frown

Play with fire or walk a rope
Try harder or you’ll have no hope

Come here
Vanish and reappear

Tell me a joke or a silly anecdote of yours
Let’s play revolving doors

What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see the man you will never be?

The Statue

Standing tall on a pedestal so high
Judged or crowned with your every sigh
Shivering in the cold .. all alone
Taking the heat .. your sins I atone
Facing the wind or leaving a mark
Hiding the cracks in the dark
Raising a torch .. hailing the sun
Dear man .. put down your gun
The statue of liberty I am .. for liberty is my cause.

Posing in a secret garden of pleasure
I see you eyeing my hidden treasure
Staring at my sculpture whenever you can
Bragging that you are not my fan
Forgetting that I am for real
Forgetting ... how real I am
Reaching out to you .. please let me be
Reaching out to you .. oblivious you are to me
I am Aphrodite ... kneel before me.

Abandoned in a crowded square
Watching common brown birds circling my hair
The crows I scare away
The vultures are here to prey
Tired of their shrieks I turn a deaf ear
Their dump and dung I know I fear
Observing them as they come and go
Writing the end of the men I know
I am just a statue in a story
Turn the page .. this is my glory.