The theft in the night
More wrong than right
Some people walk
More to sin
In a distance
And next of kin
And we wait
While many fall
In the mirror
Or down the hall
And when we wake
From morning bliss
We went from then
To being this.
Purpose
A similar purpose
While being different
Offers the biggest divide.
And so we watch
Whisper
And cowardly hide.
Humans evolve
And stay behind
A natural practice.
And here we are
Stunted
Reality simply to distract us.
The Game
I think love has purpose even if it’s pain.
After all what else gives you so much to lose- with unbidden right to complain?
Each year it’s recognized- a little more youth is lost
And you add up the experience – while grimacing at the cost
The bends of the mind only squeeze the heart…
And it’s the swollen eyes in mirror – who tell you are coming apart.
Better to have loved and lost – we already brace for little gain…
But in these matters it’s never been about the rules- but how you play the game.
All or Once
The path taken year after year
Changes as it should-
Lest steps seem only foreign
Forgotten is something good…
Sow a lavender bush perhaps
Bring calm back in place-
Until serenity falls in grievance
Drained by ache and waste…
Deaf ears lead blind eyes
Bounded by an induced agony-
Losing all or once
A consequence of your apathy.
For Sake or…
Void of regular emotion
Young become zombies to life
Isolation a given confinement
Self-torcher for insight.
No one knows the adversary
Or understands…
It’s different now
Because reality is what we pretend.
Ghosts walk the halls, movies and games
Solving the next mystery
And deciding who to blame. . .
Then causing new misery
In order to wake up or wise
Without maturity of consequence
Or the ability to reverse time.
So absent of future
And certainty of death-
Merely the sake of forgiveness
Only after true regret.
Dear Life, Thank you!
For without reality
Where would I be?
One would hope
More than I see.
Change the past
Ignore the present
Forget the parents
Or being peasants…
For wanting more
Loses who we are
Where we’re going
Or even how far.
Or what was innocent
Or even dumb
What we felt
Or being numb…
And we learn
Just a little too late
Beyond missed hugs
Or present dates…
And we wake up
As others sleep
Like the lion
Consuming sheep…
And all the fails
Becomes victory’s win
And when we go to tell
Their gone by then…
But I was young
And you were old
And the middle came late
Before the story unfold.
Life Change
Fuzzy skies
As brain cells bend
In mortal change
Or comfort’s end-
Feel the loss
But earn a win
Escape the prison
Of history’s sin…
Pray a break
Of second’s sleep
And stolen moments
Confusion weeps…
Now to breathe
And live again
As intended
Or anxiety lends…
For not of purpose
Just natural fate-
Future-proof the mind
In a thermal stalemate.
See Me
So much my life
Not begging to be seen
Has crippled progress
And time…
Now asking for notice
No finding of voice
Desires a break
Before prime.
Summer Gladness
As the bees buzz
And snakes crawl
Dragging summer
Grass stands tall…
Crickets sing
When birds lay sleep
Within the season
The soul does keep-
For life lives
In all living things
So many verses
Beyond the strings…
Inches from slumber-
Or living again
Live the now
Before the Then.
Believe
I see the story
And know the trends
What is worshipped
And has no end.
And there is now
Like the ocean floor
What you thought
And where you soar…
And like a partner
Not just a friend-
And the beginning
With no real end…
I’ll be there
And beyond that too-
For it’s simply me
Inside of you.
Again
Blood boils so quick anymore….
Always a joke-
Can nothing be serious?
Or even answered?
Taking care is for granted-
Maybe that’s why I stopped for so long?
Clearly not long enough-
Like time ever would be….
Pain is numbing
Until it hurts-
Or you stop.
Does it stop?
Or do you just go-
I do.
I did.
Again.
I Would Like…
I would like the start with what I know
If I hadn’t lost it and how
Or use the map that got me here
But then where would I be right now?
Knowing my way around
Would be new or complete?
Or appreciate what I have
Instead of wasting with defeat.
Yes and to communicate
In a way I can be heard…
Where the receiver gets the message…
By hanging on every word.
I would like to give stones-
Where each step would make sense…
And to share a special gift
With love so intense…
I would like to know what I’ve done
Before only my spirit is left to hear…
And to know who I’ve touched
Before only goodbyes and tears.
I want to feel companionship
In hand and by toes…
I want to love life and place..
And I hope to make it show…
Yes I have so many goals
But rarely the right plan…
I suppose there is tomorrow…
Such is the sane of a foolish man.
Tomorrow
Freedom, America takes for granted
So clear now that it’s yesterday-
Never before so fragile
Reality creating dismay.
And you are nothing
When life makes you a chore-
And what is called compassion
Is an attempt to control open doors.
So control it back
By the power within you…
For no virus can attack
A heart filled and true…
And it will be tomorrow
Once yesterday is done
And you’ll awaken different
When the battle is finally won!
Liberty is flexible
When other worlds control your play-
Adapt to the moment
To make tomorrow the better day.
Look UP!
So I come around
When you stop to look-
Sometimes in nature
Or note in a book.
I provide balance
When you fall off course-
I’m not without discipline…
Or nugget of remorse.
Restoring harmony
Is not without waves-
But its to modify the outcome
Or how you behave…
And on the other side
You’ll believe once more-
What you appreciate
And what to adore…
And though it will be hard
You must never quit-
Simply look up…
For the promise you’ll benefit!
Normal
Normal
Such a fragile state
No fortune or promise
But realizing what is too late…
For it’s not to be
While wasting away-
It’s not gaining tomorrow,
But losing today…
What will life do?
But sit back and watch…
For it’s no matter
When permanently lost. . .
And what is new?
Out of something old…
Only what’s left-
Minus what we are told.
