Ben Komodo Moose's blog: "poems"

One day the great creator Looked down upon his world And noticed Adam , lonely So, he thought he'd make a girl He started out with Adam's rib Then thought that will not do For it was much to bony He'd have to think this through So, he plumped the rib a little bit And gave it eyes , two, blue With lids that blinked both up and down For he knew what those would do. He topped them off with lashes Just simply for effect And then he added eyebrows And then thought, now, what the heck So, he made two ears, two rosy cheeks And a smiling mouth you see And topped it off with curly hair And found it brought him glee So he took that bony body And made it curve just right With luscious things to torture Some poor man in the night And then so it could hold some guy And never set him free He added lovely arms and hands And said now let me see And then he thought it needs to move To get from place to place So he designed a pair of legs Quite elegant with grace And when he had it finished He thought with childish glee I'll hide inside a secret , sweet Where man could pleasured be After he looked it over He sent it down to earth Ad set it next to Adam Who was dreaming of it's birth And when Adam he awakened His heart began to sing To behold this thing called woman With the joys that it could bring And man has never been the same Since that great fateful day When the world it changed for ever Because women had a say So it was in the beginning So it shall be at the end And a man with any sense at all Will stay a woman's friend For if you mess with woman Then she can hurt you true So guys remember what I say Be sure you stay true blue.

I sit at the ocean's edge lapping waves are the sounds I hear soothing away the events of the day and to dry the painful tear. I feel the cool moist salt air blowing upon my face A calm enters my very being as this time I embrace. I pull a blanket around me to break the chill of the fallen sun watching the moon beams dance upon the waves for this audiance of one There is nothing to intrude upon this moment I hold so dear my whole life lies before me and my choices are oh so clear. In this life we travel there a many roads to choose If it is done with a pure heart and honesty we surely can not lose. My life I wish to share and to have this heart dance with one who is kind and true to embrace my sounds of silence

I stand in the doorway knowing this will be my last time. I am beyond the cutting heartache... You know the one that binds the chest so tight breathing is all but an impossibility... That hurt of facing this so many times before has numbed me in preparation for this moment. The final moment. I can't look back now To say good-bye to that one love you searched and prayed for. How could I have been so wrong? I knew this was the one ... I just knew God had sent me my soul mate. But instead it was another lesson in life. Harder than any other but alas another growing experience. I can't look back now Should I stay or go ? There really are no options here I have to do what is in my best interest My heart yearns to stay and to give it another chance, but chances have run out. When the heart grows cold it is time to go. So I take a deep breath Wipe the tear from my cheek and put one foot in front of the other not allowing thoughts of the good times to cloud my judgment. Not daring to look back As I walk through the gate to my waiting car I ask God to watch over him and keep him safe ... To send him happiness and to fill his cold heart again with a love and tenderness. I bid you good bye my bitter sweet love without a backwards glance for I know if I do I will not go You take care of you I loved you more

Are there no dreams left for me Have I used my limit Were they wasted were they a short term visit. I can not believe the love with in this heart is to be left void and never given another start. Deep with in my heart I know There has to be life after love This cant be all for nothing I still believe he will be sent from above So patiently I sit ... I wait ... I watch ... Your face may be a stranger to these eyes But an old friend you will be to this heart of mine for you have been held tightly within since the begining of time.

It is to the sea where my search has led So many thoughts that are running through this head I need so much to try to understand for on your comments you could not expand I know that it is for your self preservation, but I trusted you without reservation. I understand your worry your concern... your fear It is the same that has been in this heart for more than a year. But your fears are misplaced and sadly misdirected and the course you are on will leave you alone and stranded Who was their target before my arrival How could you forget the treatment so brutal. Once I am gone and the fever rises again There you will be standing alone and in pain. You now place your trust in those who betrayed before do you not realize what lies in store. So as in the beginning alone I stand ... Confused, hurt and an empty hand I pray God to protect and watch over you and to stop the evil. It is long over due. My dear friend just know with each visit to the sea so blue I will say a prayer and have loving thoughts of you. God Bless You My Friend

Is it a Pandora's Box that I dare open When to you my heart is given I've never fought love so hard before I've never feared so much that slamming door But to envision a tomorrow with out you Oh please tell me I will never have to do The contents of your heart to me is unknown but I understand why your feelings go unshown The fear of a painful love of a distant past upon your future a shadow it does cast I guess it is trust I ask you place in me to allow what could be to run wild and free My heart will you ever lovingly embrace or will it be pushed back in my face Please help me know that in all I do That it really is ok My loving you.

I showered and shaved............ I adjusted my tie. I got there and sat.............. In a pew just in time. Bowing my head in prayer......... As I closed my eyes. I saw the shoe of the man next to me..... Touching my own. I sighed. With plenty of room on either side...... I thought, "Why must our soles touch?" It bothered me, his shoe touching mine.. But it didn't bother him much. A prayer began: "Our Father".......... I thought, "This man with the shoes.. has no pride. They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!" "Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on. The shoe man said............... a quiet "Amen." I tried to focus on the prayer....... But my thoughts were on his shoes again Aren't we supposed to look our best.. When walking through that door? "Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought, glancing toward the floor. Then the prayer was ended............ And the songs of praise began. The shoe man was certainly loud..... Sounding proud as he sang. His voice lifted the rafters......... His hands were raised high. The Lord could surely hear.. The shoe man's voice from the sky. It was time for the offering......... And what I threw in was steep I watched as the shoe man reached.... Into his pockets so deep. I saw what was pulled out............ What the shoe man put in. Then I heard a soft "clink" . as when silver hits tin. The sermon really bored me......... To tears, and that's no lie It was the same for the shoe man..... For tears fell from his eyes. At the end of the service........ As is the custom here We must greet new visitors.. And show them all good cheer. But I felt moved somehow............. And wanted to meet the shoe man. So after the closing prayer.......... I reached over and shook his hand. He was old and his skin was dark..... And his hair was truly a mess But I thanked him for coming......... For being our guest. He said, "My name's Charlie.......... I'm glad to meet you, my friend." There were tears in his eyes......... But he had a large, wide grin "Let me explain," he said.......... Wiping tears from his eyes. "I've been coming here for months.... And you're the first to say 'Hi.'" "I know that my appearance.........Is not like all the rest" "But I really do try................. To always look my best." "I always clean and polish my shoes........Before my very long walk." "But by the time I get here........They're dirty and dusty, like chalk." My heart filled with pain............ and I swallowed to hide my tears, As he continued to apologize......... For daring to sit so near. He said, "When I get here...........I know I must look a sight." "But I thought if I could touch you......Then maybe our souls might unite." I was silent for a moment............ Knowing whatever was said Would pale in comparison... I spoke from my heart, not my head. "Oh, you've touched me," I said......"And taught me, in part; "That the best of any man............Is what is found in his heart." The rest, I thought,................ This shoe man will never know. Like just how thankful I really am... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul You are special to me and you have made a difference in my life. I respect you, and truly cherish you. Send this to your friends, No matter how often you talk, Or how close you are, And send it to the person who sent it to you. Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will. Remember, everyone needs a friend. Someday you might feel like you have no friends at all. Just remember this e-mail and take comfort in knowing that someone out there cares about you..... and always will Just Me

Inside of each of us...we'll experience this Nothing can change life like a storm Something that will challenge a soul It's something that will make you think Daily challenges will bring us to this here Especially now.. you're inside of the eye of a storm Oh you'll see the walls that are formed all over For there's only a short window that you can see That swirls and has that awesome appearance Hold onto your hat and baton down the hatches Even right now you'll see the calm suddenly change Exhileration...fear...those will be the things swirling Yes...inside of the eye of a storm you'll reflect Even get a chance to change things...before this happens Of the fate and destiny...suddenly the winds pick up For you'll feel the fury of life trying to knock you down An intensity begins and now it's decision time there So...are you going to succumb to the fates or fight Taking that energy on full force...I'm ready here Oh I'm going to weather this here..I can't give up Right now....it's all crashing around me...the fury Maybe inside the eye of a storm...I'll see the changes

There are gifts of many treasures For both the young and old, From the tiniest little trinkets To great boxes filled with gold. But, put them all together And they could not stand in lieu, Of the greatest gift of all The gift of knowing you. When your times are filled with troubles Sadness, grief, or even doubt, When all those things you planned on Just aren't turning out. Just turn and look behind you From the place at which you stand, And look for me through the shadows And reach out for my hand. I will lift from you your burden And cry for you your tears, Bear the pain of all your sorrows Though it may be for a thousand years. For in the end I would be happy To have helped you start anew, It's a small price to pay For the gift of knowing you.

There are many things that keep me awake in my bed at night And I will often toss and turn until the dawn’s first light I am plagued with Persistent nagging thoughts from within For instance who put the Alphabet in the order that it’s in? Why is it so hard to remember how to spell mnemonic? And why is there not a shorter word for monosyllabic? I even try to imagine a world with no hypothetical situations? And I ponder if it’s possible to have too much moderation? Oh God please let me sleep even a nap would be such a treat? Instead I can only think what is the street value of a street? I find myself wondering if a fish gets cramps after eating? Why do flammable and inflammable mean the same thing? How does the snowplow driver get to work in the winter weather? Why do they call them apartments when they are all stuck together? Why does sour cream have a 'sell by date’? Does it turn sweet? And if vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat? Another hour slowly passes by that must be at least the fifth If someone invented instant water, what would they mix it with? Why isn't palindrome spelt the same way backwards? Tell me do And if you choke on an ice cube will it melt before it kills you? If love is supposed to be blind, why is lingerie as popular as it is? And why on earth doesn't onomatopoeia sound like what it is? What's another word for Thesaurus? Please I beg you tell me soon And how do the pipers know when their bagpipes are out of tune Yet another night of torture as to insomnia I again succumb If tin whistles are made of tin, what are foghorns made from? If a synchronized swimmer drowns do the rest drown or not? And why doesn’t the glue ever get stuck to the inside of the pot What’s underwear called when it’s the only thing that you have on? Why does Teflon stick to pans but nothing sticks to the Teflon? At last I think my minds at peace and I close my eyes at last Then in minutes of achieving sleep the Alarm begins to blast