"Day At the Beach"

Day At The Beach
© N Noël Feb 2009

Warm sun just about fun
A day at the beach
Calm waters without falter
Is what you hoped for
“A Day at the Beach”

Away from your “number one”
Just some negative fun
Wrapped up in oceans of sheets
All underneath sweaty from start to finish
No thoughts of guilt no need to admit
Your “Day at the Beach”

Should give you heat and NEVER speak
Just open wide let you pour all your hate and escape inside
Over and over until you subside
Now that’s what you consider a “Day at the Beach”

No stress or past regrets nothing to invest
All TAKE and no GIVE to that “Day at the Beach”
Just a day of pure giveaway nothing to gain or lose as long as no one gets confused. No emotions to connect at the end you can reject that “Day at the Beach”.

Would your “number one” think it all fun you lying up in the sun with your “Day at the Beach”? What a lucky girl gets to live in your world of waves of deceit you keep buried beneath. Kept in the dark unaware you are a shark with predatory and conniving ways.

Like the sea your lies run deep what you sow will one day be what you reap. Until then never question your actions a “Day at the Beach” brings you satisfaction. No need to care about this affair. Dust the sand off your feet you know you will repeat that “Day at the Beach”.

Don’t take sand to the beach or bring back souvenirs that want “freedom of speech” just lie and sneak what you feel you lack at home. Nothing wrong with this it’s hit or miss just a chance to have your own way. The truth never told on either side just washed away with the tide no need to ever atone.

Sad you can’t see your errors won’t look directly in the mirror
You want to like what you see but it’s a lie you call” me”
Waste of time and space your mistakes you can’t escape
Left alone in the end defending your best friend
That reflection looking back you call “me”.

No more “number one” or the “Day at the Beach” you shunned
All good things will come to an end. You, a cliché let time get away left drowning in your own tidal wave from how you behaved.
Is that what you call a “Day at the Beach”?

The Keeper

The Keeper
© N Noël Feb 2009


I am my brother’s Keeper sometimes I wonder why
Can’t keep it all together no matter how much I try
Double checking, listing each detail I must fix
Is anyone aware this is process brings me so much conflict

The Keeper of all things from those close, far and wide
Don’t know how long I’ll be able to sustain the volcano brimming on the inside
Only thing holding it all in is a shallow sense of pride

Keeper of secrets told in the quiet of the night
Loud whispers thrust upon me that are canvassed and galvanized
All holding on to their own truths buried and disguised
Incidentals and excuses some just won’t throw away
Why hold on to baggage that’s old and decayed

Repeating their absurdities again and again
The echoing in my eardrums driving me insane
Like rain pelting stones on a window pane
No longer want to hold on to anyone’s individual pain

Clouded by the visions others bring to me
My heart and head are so full I can barely see
A glimpse of my own person that’s quickly forgotten
Hidden in a field of a slaves’ tall cotton

Keeper of all things is not the job I asked for
Keep begging someone to please open up this reservoir
Drain away the responsibilities of present and in the future
Need time and space to fix my own broken shutters

Won’t be whole if all of me is given away
Wish others would find it in their hearts
To work toward their own new day

Can offer what little I have in words and good graces
Just don’t remember when I agreed to switch places
I am my brother’s Keeper I try the best I can
Keep trying not to get swallowed up in everyone’s quicksand

Can’t promise I’ll be around each and every time
When morning comes upon us won’t find me my friend
The Keeper will be long gone a shadow of a person a life only some will mourn