Words vs Ink?

so I try to retract, say what? I didn't say that, get back words, get back thoughts, stammer, pounding my head like a hammer, ooops, golly gosh, is that me, do I sound so posh, not spice but that is my only silly vice, think twice, but with the ink I think once, I talk in baby steps but write in bounces, so how many times have I stumbled and fumbled, only to feel sorry for myself, so I kiss the unsavory heel, so raise your tongues if you know how this feels, blow me a kiss, send me a wish, pray for my words match my verbs and I don't sound like a turd, cos I am a frog when I talk so I wince and sigh, but a prince when I write with fierce pride, am I just a puppet with a pen? and the real voice are my thoughts guiding me, so when I stutter please hide me, bury me deep within my pages, let me sit with my sages, If only I can show them my pages, maybe they won't think so lowly, but I know I am holy, I wish they can see the whole of me.

Inspired by:http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/kathywrites/when_i_write_0#comment-63409

Kamay at daliri

hands and fingers, doers and thinkers, lovers and likers, lovers and haters, tasters and swallowers, quitters and forgivers, harbingers, bingers, saints and sinners, hands and fingers, darkers and sparkers, its all the same game, one and the same, one far, one near, one clear, seer the surface, survive the politicians purpose, outlast the 30 second sprint, while the mind thinks, links the next thought until the motive is passed to emotion, to hands and fingers, life takers and givers, abstract thinkers to analytical spiritual, to the emotional, to the mental, pass the message, bring the solution, abstract linguistic, science instinct, slavery isn't dead it took a different image, from dangerous to voluptuous, provoking pain and pleasure, treachery to treasure, one maybe longer than the other, we still have hands and fingers


Inspired by: http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/david_o_whalen/hands_and_fingers#comment-63403

I want you

I'm sorry I can't be perfect too,

Sometimes I don't think I am right for you,

So I write this with all great intentions,

I'm sending the mailman this devotion

I'm sending out the kisses, the hugs,

the misses, the goodbyes, the hellos, 

the moans, the groans, the love, sweet cinnamon,

hot chocolate sundays, blockbuster saturdays, dinner for two fridays, 

and the love making weekdays

You are right, we don't get along, and this is not enough

and I know you have tried, but baby, im sending pretty wings,

take me back and i'll change everything, let me know what you want

and I'll do it, send me back to your hugs, let me lay on the crest between your head and neck, my haven when I feel burdened, let me get lost in your smile once again, take me back, the night can have its dark, the sun can have its yellow, the sky can have its blue, but I just want you

Inspired by:http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/casey_dalton/i_039_m_not_perfect#comment-63400