Poems from the Strange Mind of Me
Love and other Possibly
Icky Things
W. M. Stahl
Copyright 2011 by: W. M. Stahl
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This is simply a collection of poems that I have written over the years and in various places around the United States. I offer it up to you the reader, so that it may give you a little escape from your day, week or hour. I by no means offer them up so that someone somewhere can tear them apart and analyze them or my intent in writing them. Yet perhaps someday someone will and for those I say… don’t. Spare yourself the trouble, as there is no underlying purpose or reason to how I have written them or why.
I have spent several months trying to decide if I would offer the following poems to the world to read for whatever purpose or reason I have as you can tell come to the conclusion to do just that. Some have been shared and viewed by many of my friends and family many more still have ever been only seen by me and their intended receiver. While about five of them have been previously been published in anthologies I am fairly sure no one but those that had poems in them ever bought or received copies of the books. Some have even made themselves seen on my website titled From The Strange Mind of Me you will find a link to that page at the end of this book. I have broken them down into two categories such as they are, while I have done that I have not put them in any kind of order other than that, at least not intentionally.
Perhaps some of you may not agree that what lies within these pages is in fact poetry, well you may have something there. What makes a group of words a poem; rhymes, rhythm, passion sentiment, or something else entirely? There are several accepted forms of poetry for sure but if you look back in time at epic prose and early accepted poems they seem to have little in common with what is accepted as poetry today and more in common with stories fact and fiction. Still does that make them less a poem? As you can well guess I am not the person to ask that question as I believe that poetry is poetry in whatever form you find it. Whether you find it in rhyme, rhythm, passion, sentiment or something else entirely I believe it can still be called poetry. Whether or not I agree with what they hold in verse and I may in fact dislike the form that is the poem I do not contend to say that it is not poetry. Admittedly some of the poems you will find within are perhaps corny and repetitive in nature and verse. Yes I could have taken them out or fixed them however many of the poems within were written at the spur of the moment and to change them would perhaps change the passion and sentiment in which they were written.
That being said I do hope that you spend a minute and enjoy them, perhaps you will smile at one and tear at the next and wonder what I was thinking in the next. Either way I hope that you are entertained in your trip through the Strange Mind of Me.
It is It
There is nothing as powerful as it
Everything in our lives is ruled by it
It runs our lives and we keep track of it
We are conceived of it
We are born of it
We are raised with it
We are made sick by it
We are broken by it
We are cared for by it
We are cured with it
Yet we search for it
We crave it
We miss it
We live for it
We desire it
We hate it
We loath it
We act crazy for it
We are driven crazy by it
We even die from it
Yet it is all of what life is
Without it we are nothing
Nothing else will do
For us love is it
Wait for Love
Love comes to those who wait
So they say and so we wait
Day after day we still wait
For love to come; and yet its wait
Its winter now, no bodily warmth, oh just wait
Flowers of spring all new, oh no still wait
The summer heat and yet we wait
Fall comes and its colorful splendor but wait
How long can it go on, this wait
To hell with this too long of a wait
I’ve waited too long now this wait
Just turns into more weight
Words
Words can mean so much
Words spoken mean so much more
But to me
If they are not spoken
Or written for you
To hear or read
They are just meaningless words
Words of love are just words
Until they are returned
Open the door to your world
I will open my door to you
Open your heart to me
I will open my heart to you
Open the door to your world
I will open my world to you
Open your eyes to me
I will open my eyes to you
Open your heart to me
I will open my heart to you
Open your soul to me
I will open my soul to you
Words of love are just words until they are returned
I send you these words so that you will see
That without you they are just words on a page
Come to Me
Come to me in the morning
With your breath so soft
Come to me in the morning
Lay your body next to mine
Let me kiss your lips
All trembling and soft
Let me kiss your lips
Until nothing matters but us
Your body shivers
But you are not cold
Your body shivers
Touching you calms you
Come take my hand
We will come together
Come take my hand
We can do anything together
My dreams of ever after
Just as I breathe
So do I dream
Just as I am
So do I dream
It is in my dreams
That I am happiest
To live as I dream
Would make me the happiest
To dream of you
Is to dream of ever after
To dream of you
Is to dream of life after
In my dreams
There is only you
In my dreams of ever after
There is only you
Time to Dream
With time to dream of anything
All I can do is dream of you
Suffering through yet another day
It is yet another day without you
I meet you in my dreams for a reason
For all the reasons that I can
If but for a brief moment you come to me
It is a good enough reason to dream
With time to dream of anything
It is all I can do to not dream of you
I have given into the pressures
And yet it is another day without you
I meet you in my dreams for a reason
For it is the only way that I get to see you
Your face and body escape me every time
But it is still a good enough reason to dream
Suffering through yet another day
I lay down each night and wait
Somewhere in the night you arrive
It is all I can do to dream of you
If but for a brief moment you come to me
It is enough that you come