Poems written Today

Denial
All the meanings that got left behind, they've lost their suddelty.
They're showing up in-between lines.
All the truths our hearts know, they're swept aside.
They've lost their weakness, showing through lies.
All those feelings that get shoved deep inside,
they've lost their silence, they're being realised.
Cos you see, you really mean nothing to me.
I'm just fine, I've only lost reality.
I've become one who settles.
All the people we've passed by, we've lost our selves
we are now lies.
And those dreams that beg and whisper?
Don't mind them, they will soon disappear.
You are better off on your knees, where you ought to be...
driving the truth further from reality.
And the thoughts of change, escape?
Just get back down and pray.
Oh the glory of denial
The desperation of knowing your a liar..
Get back up NOW
sick as our secrets,
the truths been inside all along.
Never to be denied.

Foolish Folk
I'm happy, me and my speedboat and my wife on a shelf.
It nevver was and never will be,
the charade of my loving family.
Is it not fugazi?
Does it pass time to dwell in a cup half full?
Fearing what really is, and what always will be.
The realisation is near and the remedy clearer.
Jump right in with both feet, it's time for the big boy pool.
Let me show you what was really intended for you.

Smells Familiar
It is the smell of life that touches my soul.
The smell of fall leaves, of fallen snow.
Rain on the lake, and my grannies soap
These are the smells of home.
They bring waves of memories;
of days at the lake, in the water
oatmeal breakfast with granny,
running through the forest and
fireside stories with Daddy.
Watching thunderstorms and loveing the rain
til the encroaching neighbour got out his tree cutter again.
He cut down all those trees...
nothing is left of these places but memories.;
they are gone now, along with Daddy.
Soon he will have company.
But these smells....
the slightest beeze carries them to me,
and always will
they are my precious delicasies
breezing through me.
It is here that I understand love, loss, peace, and grief.
I am comforted that there will always be lightning to see,
and these smells to remind me.
Always, I love you.

(c) Jessie Olson 2008