Solstice...

Rain coming in at forty-five degree angle
making me carry my umbrella like a shield,
for am i not battling the elements?
The bursts of wind and staccato sounds
of the rain as it falls to sidewalks,
awash in water and waves
The overflow from the curbs
spread in gentle waves
that are bombarded by rain
in sheets soaked in water
Cars crawl past,
windshield wipers,
working furiously
but not fast enough to allow
clear vision for more than thirty feet,
kicking up rolling splashes;
jettisoned like depth charges
seeking the submerged sub
but in actuality
beleaguered pedestrians,
some with the tattered remains
of a once proud umbrella
soon to find residence
in the next passing trash can
First day of winter,
if one can believe
The world is not ending,
i won't start to believe
unless it's been raining
for forty days and forty nights
              12-21-12

My Mirror Soul...

Have never heard your voice,
just words upon a page
but you were there
when i needed someone
in my pain, frustration and rage
A mirror to my soul
to make me see clearly
i have never met you at all
but i can say i love you dearly
and we are nearly the same
in our frustrations at this game
that we never chose to play
but we all have to anyway
if the good die young
and the good guys finish last
we'll be friends for eternity
having the last laugh...
        03-01-10

Moonglow...

The Moon cries to me,
she never lies to me
on nights such as these
she lets me see
what lies beneath her pale mantle
An enchanted world;
where owls sail,
where coyotes wail
at the fullness in their souls
i am whole in this light,
i am girded for whatever fight
an optimistic Errant Knight
looking for the right,
looking to win back control
over the foolishness of Man
that has continued since Time began,
in the moonlight is where i am
a creature belonging to this world...
          03-01-10

The Waking Dream...

It's is almost funny
how nothing is as bad
as you make it seem
You can make a nightmare
out of your fondest dream
There is more than black and white,
there's a myriad of colors in between
This is what i've come to believe
Seven colors of the rainbow,
seven Wonders of the World,
seven days to every week
seven ways to make things work
All it takes is hope and faith
to believe it's not too late
you can always set things straight
if you put your mind to it...
         03-02-10

Back into Focus...

I'll be right back after a moment,
when i'm sure of where i'm going
and it's so easy to get lost along the way
Here i sit in my darkness,
caught between going and staying
and it's hard to know which way to go
Decisions define your life,
deeper into the darkness
or groping for the light
Making up your mind is easy to do,
it's the first steps we stumble upon...

Spend too much time looking backwards,
trying to make sense of it all
Can be so awkward,
like dreaming, to wake to find what's real
and dreams are that and nothing more,
not harbingers of what's in store
Your dreams are just reflections of your life
Dream on, if it soothes your soul
Dream on if it gives you some control
Sleep well, that is if you think you can
and wake, refreshed, with some kind of plan...

I'll be right back in a moment
'cos your life is like a comet
that burns across the sky
Take all the time that you need,
take heart in that which you believe
for there is nothing more than faith
that gets us through the day...
         12-12-12

Waves of Confusion...

The mournful mist
hanging like a grey shroud
covering the city
in an eerie dimness
Matches my mood today
as i fight the demons
with their teeth sharp and gleaming
as they take their pound of flesh,
rending my soul as they do
Though i know better when i'm better
in the moment i struggle
fighting the fear and desperation
that mounts like piles of garbage
being picked at by birds
as they circle and whirl at the dump
How to withstand,
how to break from the agony
when the grey clouds linger
and hope fades
into confusion and sadness?
Let this wave pass,
give me some respite
from myself and my torment
as i breathe deep and try to dispel
the ache and regret i know all to well
as i sink slowly
into the gaping jaws of Hell
and find my seat reserved...
           12-9-12

Who Mourns for Apollo?...

A message from Mount Olympus,
home of the ancient gods
still hovering round the Parthenon
waiting still for the smell of roast oxen
and wine poured on the stone
The Muses still remain
guiding, giving
as artists ply their craft, their heart
without any real thought
to making a living
The Fates as well
still weave their spells
as the string unwinds
and the scissors cut
But what of the others
why have they not
made themselves known
as in far ago times
when no hero walked alone?
Are they too weak
from lack of tribute
or is it that we have become
our own gods,
dealing life and death,
joy and strife
in amounts too real to compare
to the flashes of lightning?
Perhaps all that is left
is their cries on the wind,
that build until the tempests begin
or their screams that rumble
until the earth begins to tumble
and what we built begins to crumble
man made, destroyed by gods
Perhaps tonight i will offer a loin of beef
and spill a little wine
for more than ever man needs direction
for we are lost within ourselves...
                  12-8-12

Giving and Taking...

It is truly the little things,
the bits of things
the ones that come in small packages
that withstand the ravages of time and space
The little smile, the knowing nod
to remind you that all is not lost
merely misplaced
In the face of bureaucracy,
intimidating and cold
that tries to take hold of your soul,
to dash it down into the ground
in the face of insurmountable odds
and jaded voices belonging to faded faces
that scream they have seen it all before
What door stands closed that cannot be opened,
when hope is strengthened?
What chance will you not take
when faith is restored?
Bravery is not the word
that ends the slavery of the meek
It is the gentle touch
not the rude push
that makes you take that first faltering step
Encouragement that makes you believe
in the light outside the shadows,
the sun behind the rain
(for it is always still there)
All it takes is belief...
       12-7-12

Sudden Shower...

The wind begins
and the skies darken,
the smell of rain assails you
even before you feel the first drop
As the patter of water begins
to play a beat upon the windows
the thunder rolls the dice
to see what kind of shower it will be
Will it be a gentle rain,
falling gently down,
delicate and sweet,
barely touching the ground?
Or will it be a burst of water,
a drenching rain that causes all to scatter?
Or a wind-driven squall,
slanting sideways as it falls?
A lazy mist, barely a wet kiss,
that flutters down like eider down
to form a halo 'round your head?
Welcome rain or cursed rain,
know it is an eternal cycle,
that it will come again
in may forms and many guises
loved by some, by others despised
But as the thunder crackles
and your hair stands on end,
know that as the day is long
the rain will surely come again...
               6-3-12

Crouching Winter, Hidden Sunshine...

Winter waits,
crouching behind the horizon
hiding from the sunshine
that keeps it at bay for yet another day,
looking to spread its cold blanket
upon the Northern regions
of the hemisphere
and bring the rains
to the Southern cousins
A cup of coffee in Styrofoam
warms me from within
as people bundled in layers
hunch their shoulders
against the cold that has increased
in the last few days
Fight the good fight,
keep your face turned
to the warmth and light
If you are prepared
you know you just might
keep the icicles
from piercing your heart...
            11-14-12

Light of Day...

Shades of grey
with bursts of color
as the multi-colored leaves fall,
racing the raindrops to the ground,
a wet splattering on the lawn,
sticking to where they have fallen
A rug of many colors,
shimmering, glistening in the light...
The breeze is cool,
better a sweater in this weather,
in the space between the heat of Summer
and the chill of Fall
Dampness leaving its stamp upon you
in droplets of moisture
clinging to the air around you
What mood has found you
or what has been left for you,
like the early morning paper
flung upon a wet doorstep?
Listen to the hum of the morning,
hear the drumming of your heart,
thoughts come without warning,
things that stop before they start
Visions last for but a moment,
understanding takes a lifetime
One foot in front of the other
seems like such an arduous climb
Break the cycle,
pray for miracles
Fight bad thoughts
that leave you hysterical
Take in the view
and let it calm you
for sometimes  it is all you can do...
               12-6-12

Feel the Warmth...

The weather's changed
in the mad swirl of pre-winter days,
warming to the faces
as people head to places,
destinations unknown
And i watch the tide,
trying to be polite and not to stare
as people scurry past me,
involved within their own lives
not noticing the parade
So many frowns
and scowls with down turned lips
Not feeling the warm sunshine,
just considering this downtime
until they arrive at who knows where

Do you see life,
see the world in wonder and in light?
Or do you see the shadows,
never see the sparrows
that sing softly from the trees?

And i, too, have seen the world,
in shades of broken black and blue
but i still look with longing
wondering when will a song bring
a smile back to my face
Without a trace of sadness that i feel
all too often these past days
i wake and think of the race
and have to pace myself
 to find what's left inside me...
             12-5-12

Slowly Sodden...

A mist that moistens
but leaves no trace on the puddles
as you walk with umbrella in hand
unconcerned with the weather
Cars roll by,
tires making the familiar sound
that only rain can cause;
a swishing, swirling sound,
as tire separates from water
Thoughts as grey as the day,
thinking of past mistakes
and the lessons sorely learned,
leaving pain in their wake
A friend in need,
with nowhere to turn,
troubles me as i cannot help,
for all my care and concern
Sadly laughable;
physician heal thyself,
motes from eyes
and face turned towards the sky
in the supplication of desperation
The things we do
and the things we can't,
the times we rave and rant
This is the season of our discontent,
the time you have lost,
the tears you have spent
Yet, still you keep searching
for the vent
for the air has become stale...
              12-4-12

Furry Standoff...

A piece of an apple fell from an oak tree,
came so close it startled me
Not so strange an occurence,
for when i looked up to see
the cause of this miracle
was a squirrel looking down at me
So i moved aside and waited
to see if he would take the bait
for as the year is growing late
he could not afford to lose such plunder
He sat upon his branch,
his head twisting this way and that,
his tail twitching as he was itching
to come and claim his prize
But i stood my ground, without a sound
and i stood with my arms crossed
as he took the measure of me
and slowly came down from the tree
to sit upon the library's lawn
as other pedestrians strolled along
He stopped again and seemed to ponder
as i thought, "do squirrels wonder?"
and motioned as if i should move a bit
But i stayed as resolute as the oak,
not blinking an eye, not a word i spoke
He seemed to shrug
and tiptoed across the grass,
crossed over to the sidewalk
and took the apple in his grasp
He looked at me and seemed to laugh
with his face turned towards the sky
He twirled the apple in his hands,
as if inpsecting it for bruises,
the took it firmly in his mouth,
crossing the lawn back to the tree
He stopped and dropped the apple,
gave a quick bow, took it back in his mouth
and clambered back up the tree
Farewell, littel friend, enjoy the treat...
                     11-23-12

Silent Morn...

The birds were not singing this morn...
Curious, wonder if they overslept
and missed the new dawn
Were they asleep
and do they dream,
with their feet clinging tightly
to the tree branch they sit upon?
The sun is up full
and still they do not sing
Is this a portent, a bad omen
of what the day might bring?
I think i might be worried
if i believed in such a thing
though lately i have started to believe
in the signs of a Grand Design,
as though these dreams
are not really mine,
that we are all chosen for our roles
to teach each other, reach each other
while hopefully learning at the same time

Can you leave your ego behind
and take advice and direction?
Can you live in the moment each day-->
without trying to understand,
without a detailed inspection?
Intelligence dawned eons ago,
creativity is on a different plane
Thought in life is required,
but art in the soul inspired,
coming from the mind , not the brain
A subtle difference,
but i don't think they are the same
For my mind is free
but my brain is chained to the ship's mast
without wax in my ears
so as not the hear the Siren's Song
and keep safe this ship i'm on
but my mind strains against the bonds:
curiosity, children...

                08-07-10

Lilting, Lifting Laughter...

A laugh that comes
straight from the heart,
full of life and warmth,
so real it's unexpected
coming from such an angelic face
You are so many things at once,
caught in the moment,
giving all your attention
to what holds your attention
till another thought
comes to your pretty head...

A smile so warm
it melts my heart
and eyes that sparkle fire
Your face glows,
your inner beauty shows
to match your physical traits...

Lips that purse,
holding wondrous treasure
that makes me wish
for a sweet kiss
so i might be transported
to the heaven i know
lies within your embrace...

Your voice tempts me,
in a breathy hush it sends me,
in whispered sigh it rends me
then molds me,
for i am putty in your hands...

Do you really understand your effect?
I think not,
for the wonder of you
and all that you do
is too genuine to be contrived...

A face that launched a thousand sigh,
for just a twinkle from your eyes
gives me such joy i cannot disguise
the many ways you move me... ...
                11-12-12

Not Just Friday is Black...

The time draws near
for holiday parades and Christmas cheer
while homeless huddle, lonely in the dark
Nothing's changed, just rearranged
to make a prettier package
for the voting year,
Politician come out to play;
stale promises from podiums,
the same old crap they always bray
What changes but the names,
and don't you find it strange
the party line seems blurred
if you take the time?
The jaded fade away
the hopeful can only pray,
misinformation spun on pixel webs
What do you believe?
who'll fill the need
If not yourself
then you have nothing
to complain about
The many, the few
it's always been that way
and what you gonna do?
Change comes but changes nothing,
but one has to believe in something,
even if it is in nothing
because how do you tell truth from lies?
Trample each other in the rush
to get the sales,
never noticing how stale the air is
in the crypt that holds our hopes...
                11-16-12

Way too Early for Spring...

First snowfall diminishes in the morning sun
as the temperature climbs to temperate
A weird end to the blustery days of fall
with many leaves, now turned brown,
languishing on the tree,
sad they did not attain colorful glory
Patches of white on the still green grass,
like dollops of cream, still white, still clean,
even the piles by the curb
A warmer wind blows between the buildings,
making you wish you hadn't worn such a warm coat
Is it the calm before the inevitable storm
or a harbinger of the warm winter to come?
One can only pray it is so
and not jinx the weather in the believing
A motorcycle putters by,
in the trademark "peanut butter, peanut butter"
of a Harley in motion
as truants on skateboards roll by the library,
in t-shirts proclaiming their musical tastes
The meter maid walks past,
looking for transgressors lacking time;
tickets to be written for lack of a dime
The clock on the building reads 11:30,
other appointments wait, so i must hurry
back to my room and try to dispel the gloom
of wanting but not believing
the things that i see...

                11-09-12
 

Everbody Now...

Everbody wants a piece of heaven,
everybody dreams of this
Everybody want to find true love
and that wonderous kiss
Everbody wants to be in charge,
we all want to be the boss
No one i know wants to play second fiddle
or get blamed for the loss

*
So who's leading who
and what ya gonna do
when the Truth jumps up
and smacks you in the face
and changes your world on you?

Nobody wants to cry out loud,
everybody wants to hold it in
Half the world afraid to speak their mind
Oh, Lord, that's the greatest sin!
For in the end that's all we are,
what we think and what we feel
Everything else is just a big mirage
and our love is all that's real *

Perhaps in the end we"ll see the Truth,
i hope before it's too late
Too much time spent worrying about money,
it won't get you through Heaven's Gate
So look around, my friends, and see
where you might lend a hand
It may sound tired and cliched
but we truly are the Brother of Man...
                03-03-10

Moon Glow...

The Moon cries to me,
she never lies to me
on nights such as these
she lets me see
what lies beneath her pale mantle
An enchanted world;
where owls sail,
where coyoytes wail
at the fullness in their souls
i am whole in this light,
i am girded for whatever fight
an optimistic Errant Knight
looking for the right,
looking to win back control
over the foolishness of Man
that has continued since Time began,
in the moonlight is where i am
a creature belonging to this world...
                03-03-10

The Waking Dream...

It's is almost funny
how nothing is as bad
as you make it seem
You can make a nightmare
out of your fondest dream
There is more than black and white,
there's a myriad of colors in between
This is what i've come to believe
Seven colors of the rainbow,
seven Wonders of the World,
seven days to every week
seven ways to make things work
All it takes is hope and faith
to believe it's not too late
you can always set things straight
if you put your mind to it...
                03-03-10

As the Rains Came...

The wind howls,
like a lone wolf
baying at the moon
Wet leaves swirl, then splat,
plastered to the wet asphalt
Trees bend to near breaking,
spring backto erect
and then sway
to the mournful tune being played
Empty streets...
as i walk along and alone,
daring to be out amid the tempest
Sirens blare in the distance,
becoming louder
as the fire engines roar past
in a whirl of lights and sound
The gusts of wind
push me like a bully
on the schoolyard playground
The rain buffets me
like waves crashing on the shore
My bare feet tingle,
not from the cold but from the excitement
as i walk with no destination
other than back to my room
where dry books wait
and lights, hopefully, to read by
A bough comes crashing down...
if i was not here
would it still make a sound?
I feel the vibration on the ground
and am splattered
by a shower of leaves and water
My umbrella holds fast
as another gust goes past
and i turn back towards my room
and wonder,
what made me leave
in the first place...
                03-03-10

Wet Pastel Colors...

Watercolor rain, coating the autumn leaves
leaving them glistening in the muted grey light
as the mist glitters beneath the streetlamps,
multi-colored droplets, rainbows falling
A whisper of the wind sends more leaves downward,
sliding for a moment on the slick surface
to stop, pasted to the concrete
Headlights glare and stretch across the street,
the harbingers of the metal fish
that move slowly down the thoroughfare
Umbrellas of many colors,
like Joseph's coat, bounce gently down the sidewalks
hiding the faces of their owners
as they walk briskly in the rain
Still warm for the season
take pleasure in weather
for even as the temperature changes
so shall we
Changing from jackets to coats
as the snow slowly floats to the surface
Halloween comes soon, November to follow
soon the farms and gardens will lie fallow
waiting for another change of season
to wake us from our winter slumber...
                03-03-10

Approaching Dusk...

See the squirrel eating a crust of bread
from the trash can
and a homeless couple holding hands
as they walk with their shopping cart
loaded with their worldy possessions
A confession, as the shadows lengthen on the lawn;
I envied them for a moment
but the moment is gone...
Light that lingers spreads its fingers,
gently touching the leaves on the trees
as the breeze flutters them
and the tree utters a sigh,
for as the days go by
she will lose her many children
to the waning light of fall
Shops begin to close,
smells from restaurants assail your nose
as beneath your toes the concrete begins to cool
The last of the buses, leaving from school
carrying the children who have been learning the rules
that will carry them through their lives,
may the light of learning never leave their eyes
All this and more in a few short blocks,
a world in microcosm,
a lifetime in a few moments
as the dying light still shines bright
illuminating yet another day's end...
                03-03-10

Painted by an Unseen Hand

Explosions of color
breaking through the swath of of green...
Fiery orange, smoldering red, glowing yellow
all vying for my attention
as the last rays of the sun
makes them shimmer before my eyes
Birds fly here and there
as the cries rend the air
gently alighting on the vibrant limbs
as if afraid the branches may be as hot
as the colors of the leaves
What is there to believe
when it is all sensory?
There is only the moment,
lost in the vision;
the division between brain and mind,
between body and soul
each fighting for their footing
hoping to seize control
and hold sway over emotion
Let it all in and see what comes out
Color, glorious color
makes you stand in wonder
at the intricate simplicity of palette...
                03-03-10

Adam's Apples...

The apples from the tree of my love,
the best parts of me
all rolled into one
Call them my daughter and my son
but i think they belong to everyone
who knows me and loves me,
they are leagues above me
The wonder of the world is in their eyes,
truth is in their words
without guile or lies
They are my gift to the world
and a constant surprise
at just how wonderful they are
and whatever they become
i will always be there
to give them all my love,
to know that papa always cares
Their joys and sorrows i will gladly share
for my children are my world...
                03-03-10

Fruit of the Garden...

The heart knows what the mind doesn't,
as the soul nods in agreement
Love is pure, there is no cure
but it dies alone on the vine
One must tend this garden
if it is to bear fruit,
your light must shine
for there lies the proof
that love grows even in adversity
Love is pulling yourself close to me
on the days when i'm too blind to see
that, truly, love will find away,
if not today, then tomorrow
Love outlasts death,
love eases sorrow
If you must, then beg and borrow
to keep your love alive...
          03-03-10

At My Desk...

Near midnight,
by flickering candle light,
i swear, by flickering candle light
i sit there, illuminated by the keyboard
that i don't need to see
but the shadows that play
make Groucho's face dance and sway
as he rolls up his eyes in that, oh, so familiar way
Quasimodo has a shade tree, at least;
a corn plant
while he's tied to the wheel
in his torn green shirt
and his bright orange pants
The Crow and Hellboy stand together as one
underneath Red Hawk feathers a Coyote gave me
Spock raises his hand
"Live Long and Prosper"
Gandalf, Aragorn, and Bilbo
battle Orcs, Urukai, Goblins and Shelob
Yoda and the Emperor
Locked forever in combat
Daredevil stares blindlly
with nunchakas well in hand
and that is just before me
there is still behind me, friends
this is desk, home and computer
little wonder the fun never ends...
             03-04-10

Stitch in Time...

Patching an old pair of jeans...
just how many times
have i replayed this scene?
There is a calm that descends,
like the needle and the thread
as it rises and falls
in the rhythm
somehow known to us all
it's like i've answered a call
to banked memories;
of hunting on the run,
of traveling with the sun
in Long Ago now remembered
when you could trust
just about anyone
and those you couldn't
you could spot from a mile away
Not like today when we make ourselves illusions
decide our own reality
because we feel lost in the confusion
of money men and big top dreamers,
just plain thieves and the consummate schemers
geo-political machinations and ivory towers
all at the press of a button...
as you mutter to yourself,
under your breath,
"wow, so much i don't know..."
instead of
"gee, so much i still have to learn..."
            03-05-10

Rays of Light...

Before first light turns to morning,
after the stretching and the yawning,
when the day's first cup of tea
sits steaming by my hand...
something slips in almost unnoticed,
certainly unannounced,
on little kitten's feet
moving soundlessly about
This feline is quite friendly,
but always ready to pounce
at the hint of a smile,
at the turn of a phrase
at the shadow of a doubt
as words that send me reeling,
lose myself within their meaning
but it is you, my friends,
who explain my words to me
for i can't see my forest for the trees
planting seeds, these many years,
just to see if the words had roots
perhaps, here lies the proof...
and hidden deep within it all
one small universal truth...
            03-06-10

The Face of Friendship...

In words whispered,
in thoughts spoken out loud,
in opinions given
and advice offered,
there lies a bond of friendship
For to whom but a friend
can you speak to without fear of judgement,
who will take you as you are, flaws and all,
and still offer arms in embrace?
Who but a friend can you trust
with your fears and aspirations,
your depths of defeat
your heights of creation?
A friend will always be there
when you turn to look
with a knowing smile, a twinkle in the eyes
and a face like an open book...
                03-28-12

What's to Explain?...

By first light of day,
by Dawn's Early Light
take in the wonder and the glory
and, if words be birds,
see if the fledglings might take flight
into heights i could not have imagined
into places i've never been,
cloaked in mystery and illusion
sometimes wonder if i still dream
and the waking might disturb the message
which at times i don't understand
claim no answers, only questions
and i come with open hands
and open mind
and last, but not least, my open heart
for this is where the journey begins
a plaintive, hopeful sigh
and only good intentions on my part...
                 03-07-10

Just Another Morning...

Moon above me, to my right
holding on to the last corner of night
as the Sun rises before me
raising the line of sight with all its might,
lifting the mantle of darkness
to chase the Moon away
This is the eternal battle
that's fought every day...
i have watched it for centuries, it seems
rising each morning in time to catch this scene
so many dawns have come and gone
so many i have seen
and each one different, as the colors play
as with you and i, different
but in a similar way
Will the Moon win one day at last
wiill the mighty sun have it's last gasp?
not in my lifetime, my friend
and i, too, have always been here
watching the sun rise and the the moon disappear,
year after year...
        03-08-10

The Dying Light...

Love does not die,
that you must kill
it takes great stupidity
or an enormous strenght of will
to decide you no longer love
What breaks, beside the heart,
is the determination to make things right,
for to keep love you must give love
all day and far into the night
You must love the other as yourself,
you must always reach for that someone else
and think about their needs above your own
or your life will be empty
and you will live your life alone
Not lonely, for there is always someone
willing to share your bed,
but someone to share your life
is far better instead...
            03-09-10

Westchester...

Voices from the past,
echoes that last
resounding in the hall of Memory
When "Can't You See" was new
and we wore shirts of every hue
oh, how fondly i remember
each and every one of you
for there began this journey
that has taken me to here
there i sang my first song
and together we shed tears
we all stood together
against all the ignorance and fear
it is so hard to believe
it has been so many years
when it seems like yesterday
we were laughing in the sun
i have not forgotten,
not one bit,
and i love you
each and every one...
           03-10-10

The Watcher in the Woods...

The leaves as they crinkle beneath my feet,
let my smile add another wrinkle
for this is a taste almost too sweet
as i walk a path made not by man...
These are the moments
i have to come to understand,
Not the blare of horns
or the squeal of brakes,
not the smell of garbage
in the shadows of man's sorry state
i live for this and cannot wait
to walk alone in the woods
To feel the sun against my face,
the wind in my hair,
the open space
the feral memories
have not been erased
from this primitive
and if i could live in a secluded wood
with clear, clean running water
you know i would
it would do my son and daughter
a world of good
to live the simple life
This is all i would need,
my children and my wife
and leave civilization
and it's discontents
far, far behind
for i tire of the same old story
the struggle for money,
fools seeking glory
Lord knows i find it all rather boring
but i could watch a squirrel play
... all morning...
         03-10-10

It is What it is...

When the words come
i let them run
They want to flow
so i let them go
and how they wander,
leaving me to wonder
if they are any part of me at all
Take no credit, nor any blame...
no longer feel guilty,
there is no more shame
Words jump and frolic,
to them it's a game
that's over in a moment,
like a sudden burst of rain
leaving me panting and gasping for air
but that's not a bad a thing
so with you, friends, i share...
              03-11-10

Don't Ya Think?...

Images can haunt,
memories are haunting
Ghosts roam the world at dawn,
Skeletons rattle in closets
Grey dawn's rising,
no glow on the horizon
the shadows have a moment more
they can dance and sway
as trees whisper and softly say
the prayers they've said every day
since the Dawn of Man...
Pleas lost upon the breeze
as thorn bushes scratch the trunks of trees
a little massage, if you please
to keep them from crying out
at the damage Man has done
ever since this Earth was young...
Man creates his world,
each and every one of us
always has a choice
and a voice we should use
when finally we choose
to speak out against the madness
and for the simple, basic truths...
              03-12-10

Late For Work...

Dawn came grey and wet,
the mantle of her robe
dragging across the sky
leaving all soaked in her wake
as the droplets fell as rain
to us mortals far below
Did she rise late this morning,
with a sudden start
fearing to be late for work
for the first time in all the long millennia?
Did she run from her bath,
slipping and sliding,
as her handmaidens rushed to cover her
and protect her modesty?
Did Apollo snicker and did Pan laugh
hoping to see the morning late at last,
While the Sun's chariot lies put away
In the grand stables in the clouds?
Who wakes the morning?...
                03-13-10

Rain Song...

Thought last night's rain
would wash away the night
but morning washed up at first light,
clouded and dim,
shivering from the cold
but here once again as always
Thought last night's music
would never fade away
and it hasn't
Wake to find it
still resounding in my memory;
echoes of laughter
and knowing smiles,
enjoying the union of souls
in the magic of the moment
that will not ever be erased...
              03-14-10

The Muse's Shadow...

Where did you go?
You were here a moment ago,
and then gone...
leaving me to wonder
where i went wrong
or if i don't belong in your world
Speaking one's mind
is not always kind,
though the truth may set you free
sometimes it makes you see
things you don't wish to believe
and wonder if you spoke foolishly
For me, it is the not knowing
for i can think of a thousand different reasons,
none of them pleasing to my mind's eye
for the dreamer who ever asks why
is never satisfied with his own conclusions...
                03-14-10

Holy Relic...

Make the sign of the Cross
and hope the gains
outweigh your loss
as you struggle to find yourself
in the suit and tie crowd of Christianity
Did they ever see me at all...?
it was there i became the Ghost,
wandering the halls,
wondering if someone would take note
of the empty desk by the window
and ask who sits there
Did they care at all...?
for no one heard my footfalls
as i prayed to a God i did not believe
to show me one sign He cared
and how i dared him to strike,
as if the lightning just might rouse me
but the carousing and careening
with all my senses reeling
became a part of what i was feeling
and the surplus electricity that emanates from me
became poem and song
so in the end, the wrong made right
and though it has been a long struggle
and ever the search for the light
have come to believe that maybe
it was the only way for me
to have made it this far...
               03-14-12

The Longing...

Every time is like the first;
the hunger from within,
the neverending thirst...
not for knowledge but for peace,
that the turnoil within may cease,
that the longing unrequited
may at long last be quieted
when it seems tranquility for me
is as far as a Sea on the Moon
and not how soon but how long
must the Minstrel sing this song
in a voice, quavering, yet strong
with the feelings he releases?
For what else is there to do
but what is best for you
though others may see
someone so differently,
what they believe they find you to be
because of words
to which they give their own meaning...
            03-14-10

Cosmic Question (The Five Ws)

What doesn't always matter,
eyes can squint for a better view
If is only important before the fact
for that is the moment to choose
When is always a factor,
for the moment is always now
Why is just a distraction,
when what matters in the end is how
Who is the most important,
for that is someone,
a soul, just like yours
Again, How comes to play with emotions;
we all cause our ripples in the Force
and it comes back again to the choices
we make and we take and we break,
how we handle our bid 'ness,
learning to live with our mistakes
And Where does it comes from
is always the Mystery,
gazing at works of Art
or pondering History
What have we learned,
have we come all that far;
forgetting our brothers
as we reach for the stars?...
           03-17-10

Token of Friendship...

It truly is the little things in life
that bring the smile back to your face
the silly, willy nilly things
that Time can not erase
for now matter how you fret
no matter how much you may pace
sometimes all it takes is another's thought
for your mind to stop and think.
to go back to chase the dream
when just a moment ago it seemed
that you were battered and broken
a kind word, a gentle touch;
all we need is a token
of friendship not forgotten,
to know we are not misbegotten
give me your tired, your lonely, your downtrodden
i want to see them smile...
            03-15-10

Island of Dr. Moreau...

The difference between need and want,
the difference between can and can't
the difference between what you say
and what you mean and the thousand shades
that lie in between black and white.
The difference between wrong and right,
the difference betwen fight and flight
is not always a thought,
it is often a feeling
of something you already believe
for we all truly know
what we need to survive,
what we need to be more than just alive
and ,despite what the powers that be may contrive,
we are not just bees in a collective hive
Are we not men?...
         03-16-10

Demographics...

Bureacracy will be the death of Democracy,
for when one hand knows not
what the other is doing
eventually both hands go up
in a gesture of futility
at the stupidity of the system
that drowns many a soul...
Lost in the interminable Black Hole
of paperwork and policy
that was not made for you or me
but added on as an amendment
by a gentleman's agreement
to some bill on government subsidy
Ain't if a laugh, this Land of the Free?
free to question but receive no answers
free to do as we please,
within the certain parameters
but don't cross that line
and ,please, take a number
one day we dig you out
from the collapse we're all under
but don't hold your breath
the mountains will sooner fall asunder
as we look at yet another Administration
and marvel at yet again the same blunders...
                        03-18-10

Electrical Impulses...

Gone in a puff of smoke...
not so odd,
considering we never even spoke,
just lines on the screen...
Ain't this Cyber life obscene
when you can be whatever you dream
and choose what side of you
you wish to be seen?
Am i such a fool, to not play by these rules
to always be the me you see
and not some inflated self?
Never been one to parade myself;
all i wanted was to learn more,
to open other doors,
to see what lies in store
beyond the facade
It is sometimes a hollow victory,
to realilze that you did see
the truth at first
but this is my thirst that never dies
and i shall go on asking why
but who will answer my quetions honestly?
                  03-19-10

King of the Wild Frontier...

Farewell, Dan'l
Mingo says goodye...
Know you wouldn't have wanted this
but i have to sit and cry
You gave me the mountains
and the woods,
clear running streams
and air that was fresh and good
You were the father that always understood
and smiled after the lesson learned
You lead but you did not command
you took us all gently in those massive hands
and as Davey Crockett, you made that final stand
to die for what you believed in
Goodbye, Fess, i must confess
that i have loved you above all the rest
that you are a part of my life
my friends don't have to guess
To have know you
i truly do feel blessed
You changed so many lives
i will keep your flame alive
i can say with pride
that i still love you, Daniel Boone...
               03-19-10

Knowing Smile...

A voice from the past,
it's the tender memories that last
stand firm and stand fast
for this ride has just begun
Remembering when we were young
and wouldn't listen to anyone
and all the songs that were sung
by the light of the moon?
All too soon it was gone
as i wondered what went wrong
and how i got along all these years
without the friends i held so dear
All the buckets of tears
and the bitter pills swallowed,
trials and tribulations
and victories hollow
make me wonder if what followed
was meant to be,
what i needed to become free
of the baggage that i bore for too long
for what escaped in poem and song
is what i have to share
for what we all look for is as simple
as someone who cares...
           03-20-10

What Do You Remember?..

Times that were,
that went by in such a blur...
knowledge is a gradual process;
hints and allegations
and whatever else one may infer
That i remember at all
is something of a miracle
but isn't if funny how it all comes round?
My life is truly circular
and i'm coming round for one more revolution,
not having drawn any conclusions
but with a deeper sense of self
Finding i may have some wealth to share
and thoughts to spare
Wondering where the next stop is,
for there is nothing more than this,
a shared laugh and fond remembrances
of souls caught in the same quaqmire
of laughing while the house caught fire
and dancing in glow
but even the worst of times can inspire
if you have the heart to inquire
what, if anything, it may mean...
              03-22-10

Spooky Girl...

The Gypsy in my soul
who wandered into my life
when i needed it most
when i was full of anger and distrust
and a soft voice and a gentle touch
saved me for a while...
Remembering the crooked smile,
the laugh like rain upon a roof
no hidden agendas
just simple truths we told each other
and as the years took their toll
and i tried to gain some control
somehow even in the blackest hole
a fond memory drew me back
and of all the things i lack
and all that i can never have back
somehow this train is back on track
because now it is my turn to do the same
and there is not shame in this
there is no game in this
and certainly no one to blame
in case you missed
the point i'm trying to make...
            03-22-10

Book of Revelation...

I am the tiny voice inside your head
reminding you the kindess works,
that man does not live by bread alone,
that a house is not a home
i am the thought you don't express
bringing to light what i think is best
for you and for me
Can't you see that it's as simple
as the truth will set you free;
that posturing and posing
gossiping and nosing
will only lead to sorrow
if not today, then tommorow?
I am the tears that you don't shed
for fear what others may say
i am the ocean of emotions
that have washed upon your shore
and come knocking at your door
always wondering
"there must be more than this"
because, just because...
          03-23-10

241 (Two Forty-First) Street...

I remember your basement
and the buckets of rain,
the garden at the edge the Bronx
and the sound of the passing trains
the smell of the pizza
and the yells from the boys
as we darted between the cars
amid the clamor and the noise
See your crooked, nervous smile,
your eyes darting everywhere
how you always used to say,
"because it's so damn rude to stare"
You were the first to call me cousin
a word i have kept with me all these years
i'll not soon lose it either
nor will it be washed away by today's tears
For now the words from years ago
tell me what we both knew
when we were young
Farewell, old friend
till we meet again
there's one more song yet to be sung...
              03-25-10

And Then it Rains...

i've been here before,
will you be here again,
will we have times
like way back when?
Can you catch a dream
before it floats away?
Smoke rings in the sky
turn into clouds...
and then it rains

i've seen you before,
will you see me today
might you come down
and might we play?
Can you catch a note
before it floats away
upward through the sky
to pierce a cloud?...
and then it rains

Rain is sometimes happy,
other times it is not
Rain, it sometimes traps you
where it's hot, where it's hot

i've heard that before...
would you say it's so,
would you admit if you don't know?
Have you heard a cry
before it's died away?
Water from your eyes
travels the skies...
and then it rains
and then it rains
and   then it rains
and then it rains...

1981   

Yes, Virginia...

Turn on a dime,
snap to attention;
these are the things
your mother did not mention...
and while the facts and figures
may be in disupute
and under contention,
it is worthy of your time,
or at least some sort of convention
of minds like and otherwise,
of sparkling, sharp eyes,
of longings and yearnings
and kings in disguise
Of maidens and playthings
and damsels in distress,
of ogres and hobgoblins
and other monsters
and evils you could not guess
but, also, knights and their honor
and wizards and elves
and unicorns and rainbows...
It is as easy as decide for yourself
which story you follow
(i am told only seven)
i holding mine fast under my arm
and runnnig all the way
to my own happy ending...
           03-30-10

Vertigo...

i know now;
the world spins,
no further proof required,
for i am dizzy beyond belief...
Is it the heights from which i've peered
or the depths i have peered out from?
The changes as swift as to make my ears pop
and me drop down to my knees wondering,
what is the use in these,
my heart, my soul,
when i really have so little control
on the very things that define me?
Look behind me and you'll see a trail of tears;
a diaphanous veil, a thin veneer
behind which hides
or is it lurks?...
i can be play the hero
or be the villian,
feel as though both could work
all too easily...
      04-01-10

Talking in Tongues...

Dew drops on a spider's web;
somehow so apropos...
even it times of anguish and despair
it startles me,
where my mind will go
to find solace and respite,
to find the strength not to quit,
(not this time)
to take a moment in rhyme
and make it mine
and hope someone else can define it
For i am as a blind seer
an idiot savant, if you will
all who come near may be fascinated
but at the same time intimidated
and maybe just a little frightened
by the anomaly.
        04-05-10

Pale Sunrise...

Took to trail
in the morning light pale
to catch the glimmer of hope
as she rose in the east...
and the least of my worries
are most on my mind,
the flood of memories,
words soft and kind
and do you ever wonder
if what you left behind
remains as in your mind?
what matter the years?
it was the time we held dear
as we trembled in fear
at the prospect of age...
and the rage at the machine
the held us in between
caught between nothingness and eternity
and bound by our own uncertainties
to make foolish moves
in a sad pas de deux
the remembering of what was
and what always shall be...
             04-06-10

Age of Discovery...

Rascals and Eddie Haskels
and your mothers always liked me
as we smiled and bowed politely
on our way to madness and mayhem
and just how did we survive?
it's a wonder we're still alive
and when i think of those not here
it shall always bring a tear,
for there but for the grace of God...
and how hard were our heads?
always doing the opposite instead
The rest of the world had feet of lead
as we danced about them and around them,
we never failed to astound them
with the childlike wonder in which we held
which they did not even notice...
             04-06-10

Solstice...

Is this the solstice of my life,
as far as i will go?
Somehow, i think not...
The fervor and the fever is upon me now;
like a dervish, my mind is whirling
and i see endless possibilities,
and cosmic swirlings,
questions and profundities
and so many other good things
waiting just over the next hill
Take my hand, if you will,
and walk with me a while;
let us talk a bit and smile
and never notice the miles
until dark is upon us
and we look about
and see where our footsteps
have taken us today...
          04-07-10

Milky Way...

Imaginings and scatterlings,
spread across the earth
the trappings of society,
how do you decide your worth?
The vicious circle and cosmic cycles
the horrors great
and times delightful
will always remain despite
and in spite of you,
if you just stand and stare...
Have a care and take one also
Where did the milk of human kindness go,
was i born so long ago
that the time has now passed?
When was the last time you held a door,
when was the last time you refused more?
Are you so afraid to explore
the infinite possibilites...
           04-07-10

End of Tunnel...

Just a thought,
but is it mine?...
This is how it happens every time;
a simple line, a simple rhyme
to try to catch the moment sublime
And so i give a paper chase
and hope the memories won't be erased
before they find the page and rest
before they continue on...
Where do words go
after they are spoken,
what can one do when trust is broken?
do you wake each morning in sorrow
or hoping this day will change the world...
and it does and it has
and there is the laugh
for i beginning to feel
(no, i always done that)
i'm beginning to think
on the things that i lack
and the things that i've lost
and the things i'd like back
but Time isn't one
but now Time has begun
and Time isn't slipping away anymore;
it is giving me another day to explore
the wonders i have ignored
for far too long...
      04-07-10

This Land for Sale...

Sitting by a lake
as little parts of me break off
and i go skipping stones
across the water...
Sitting among the pines,
the temperature is fine
and despite it all,
i hear my laughter
A beaver dam,
one hundred yards
from where i stand,
as crows fly overhead
with their black and darting eyes
and the caws and hungry cries
as they scurry across the sky,
searching, always searching...
Reach out my left hand
and find a bone
some fragile bird
that died alone...
There's magic here,
i'll take it home
for my magic bag..
another Talisman
of hopes and memories...
             04-07-10

Over the Decades...

Rhyme and reason,
Time and season;
years get carried away
in the search for meaning
in the space between
wanting and needing
between crying and bleeding
what crap have they been feeding you
for far too long?
All it takes for me is song;
some words, so i might sing along
and feel like i belong somwhere
in the Grand Scheme of Things
What did you bring to this celebration,
can you stand a little elation?
Seems that since the Dawn of Creation
we have all been paying for one mistake
but now's the time to take control
or was it yesterday?
A day late is better than not at all;
think fast but do not hesitate...
              04-07-10

Nothing New Under the Sun...

The more things change,
the more they stay the same
You can't change your nature,
and there's no one to blame but yourself
for chances lost pondering the cost,
for hopes and dreams
that strayed from the path
and in doing so became lost,
leaving you adrift without a paddle,
a thoroghbred without a saddle;
leaving you to skeedaddle home,
licking your wounds and hiding your bruises
and in the end who loses
when you don't dream?
Your world becomes black and white,
with just grey in between,
and the joy that you felt when you were sixteen
has faded like a schoolgirl's giggle
but the memory of her wiggle remains,
leaving only ache and longing...
                04-08-10

Walk in the Rain...

Let the rain wash me away,
i need to walk amidst the spray
and the gentle kiss as the water mists
on the way down from the heavens...

Give me unleavened bread
and a pouch of water,
let me wander in the quiet, wet leaves
as my pants get soaked up to the knees
Let the wind whisper to me through the trees;
"this time remain forever"...

No phone, no home;
should i always be alone?
Amidst a throng, still don't belong,
half my life is taken wrong
and im tired of trying to explain...
            04-09-10

Ponce de Leon...

i'm tired
and i'm mired
in my own stupidity;
goes to cause and effect,
no need to look for profundity
Yet again i have reached out blindly, hopefully
only to scratch at the vaporous surface
For those who would treat me kindly,
hurt was not meant on purpose
it's just i dont know what good
all these emotions serve us
if they seek without finding,
if they ask to mute response
or worse, a kind lie,
if the blank stare is followed
by a sad shake of the head
and a tear filled eye
In three decades more perhaps...
i have will have learned enough
perhaps is six more i'll have earned enough
time in Purgatory to finish this story
but for now sit by my fountain in the woods
and dream of Ponce de Leon...
               04-09-10

Mowgli...

The last star to wink out
blinks at me a few more times
as the shadow of birds in the trees
dance at my feet
as they peck, preen and flutter
"How neat", think i
as i pretend it is a puppet show,
watching Punch and Judy
as they run about the stage

And at what age will you grow up?
i'll let you know when i've had enough
i truly never tire of this stuff,
it eases my troubled soul
has helped me out of many the black hole
somehow it has control;
this feral side of me
the boy that still climbs trees
with dirty hands and muddy knees
splashes in every puddle he sees
and always turns his face towards the sun
and the breeze...
      04-12--10

To Thine Own Self...

There is a lesson in pain;
listen, lest you feel it again,
though sometimes your ears might strain
to hear the little voice inside your head
Choose the higher road instead
on the path to where you're being led
Beats the hell out of staying in bed
and letting the world pass you by
Not promising you won't cry
can't say if you might lie,
for from here i can't see your eyes
and that is always my gauge
For at what age will we realize
that the very things we despise in others
are reflections of ourselves
that we think are on grander scales?
So we rail against our own inequities
hoping one day the world may see
when in the end ithe answer is as easy as
know thyself...
    04-12-10

Leaping Lizards!...

In a thought heretical,
in a moment hysterical...
in the blink of an eye,
without asking why
you realize Time does fly
and you will never catch up;
to words you wish to take back,
to the tears washed away to the sea
to the friends lost in life but not memory
to chances lost to uncertainty
to children full grown and gone
to parents living lost and alone
to siblings living lives on their own
to cruel comments that cut to the bone
but there is always Time for
what you hold dearest;
find it and never let go...
          04-12-10

Tis a Far, Far Better Thing I Do...

It's true,
a few birds start early,
before the sun rises,
hoping for the worm;
as squirrels hop
from branch to branch,
never noticing the world turns...
Nor do you and i,
though we may never ask why,
it's what we've been taught
Is it just another line we have bought
from the powers that be
to rule us, to fool us,
to govern absolutely?
What care i of kings and queens,
and so called democracy
when they have no real power over me?
just what i allow them...
          04-14-10

Merlin...

Back to the Crystal Cave,
to being Time's slave
to wait in amber sleep
till the return of the Sword
as it is rowed from the mists of Avalon...
That is where i belong,
guarding the mystery;
the Knight Errant,
home at last
the anachronism
pining for the past
the Sentinel,
waiting at the Gate
praying it's not too late
and that the Calvary is on the way
and John Wayne might save the day...
               04-14-10

Day Dreaming...

Go back to remember
and images come flooding in
and i feel like crying...
rushing past in a whirl of color
leaving vapors trails
and it will start me dreaming
every time without fail
Don't think me crazy
and i'm not lazy either
but i stop and wonder...
ask me now
and i will not comprehend
i am caught within these messages i am sent
on a channel that i can't change
and yes, i find it strange also
but thrilling as well...
          04-14-10

Janus...

Most of the things i treasure
have not real world worth
the love, my hope, my memories
will not put coins in any purse
i could be a millionaire
but i could be much worse
i could lose my soul
to the lure of money's curse
Nor do i want fame
(i've seen the results of that game)
and how the allure changes
and estranges you from those you hold dear
and i want my friends and family near
to share in what in me i have found
but how to drop a pebble in the water
with making a ripple or a sound?...
               04-14-10

All I Know...

This i need,
this i bleed,
now almost a creed;
to write words down
whenever they're found...
Or is it they who find me?
but not waiting,
no baited breath here...
As with Brother Deer,
should you come too near
i will dart away,
too afraid to play
the game i learned too young
Think me not the fool
for the little learned in school
only taught me some things
you have to learn on your own...
            04-14-10

Pagliacci...

I am the fool
who makes you think
after the chuckle
writing down emotions
that made my knees tremble and buckle
Not a school
but we all learn from each other
Golden Rules and other tools
taught by mother
never prepared me for this
The bliss and the agony,
the torment that lives within me
Will i ever be free of this
and do i want to be?
So much more heroic
to live a life of tragedy
than to muse on the mudane
but the strain is great
when it seems you don't decide your fate...
i've spent a lifetime waiting
for my moment
and i'm still on hold,
for i have never had control
of my life, my emotions or my soul
and tired of the ringing in my ear
or is that just a dial tone?
"the number you have reached
is no longer in service"...
i live and love so much
but to what end, what purpose?
sometimes there seems only one way out
and above and beyond
but i suppose it depends
what precipice you look down from...
               04-15-10

One Reason for All...

Breathe deep
and look around;
look to your feet,
are they firmly on the ground?
If not on this earth,
where are you bound
and determined to go?
And let it show;
the frustrations,
the elations,
the consternation at yourself
when you want to save the world
but cannot save yourself
from the quagmire of emotions,
from the tears turned into oceans,
from all of the commotion
this life entails
But you cannot fail
if you never give up
and there is only one reason for that;
Love...
           04-15-10

Heaven's Gate...

I have more than good reason
to be bitter
and no seasoning
would remove the taste
Spent long years questioning
my fate and realize now
it was all a waste of time
but again there were lessons sublime
that did not materialize
until i gazed into the mirror
and finally liked the man i saw
and the law of averages
says that sooner or later
you will learn what you need to know
(hope it's before i meet the Creator)
but i will still have a few questions
that i may not have mentioned...
                 04-15-10

Resignation...

Sadness defines me,
sadness refines me;
the search for peace conitnues on...
in a life begun so wrong,
in hopeful song,
in a wish to belong
somewhere...
Raised amid stares
and the world of compare
what do you have to share
and are you willing?
and it's killing me
can't you see
that i truly am an innocent?
and all the useless energy spent
searching for an honest man
began as a result of horrors
i will not repeat
but Nietzche was right
think i'll end this fight
by letting the slings and arrows
bounce off my heart
that is turning to stone
and learn to live alone...
           04-15-10

Haunted...

The Witching Hour;
when the living cower,
this Ghost roams the world
in search of reason
Or is it rhyme
and images sublime
that aid him on his climb
out of the depths of despair?
and wherever his footfalls take him
he cannot shake the mistakes
he has made back in time
when he was too afraid
to speak his mind
and the people kind and otherwise
have no clue, cannot surmise
because unless you truly gaze into my eyes
none of you really see me at all
just a painting on the wall
for your amusement
here today, gone tomorrow
to voice your joys and cry for your sorrow
if you don't feel emotions
here are some of my you can borrow
for they do me little good...
              04-16-10

The Little Things...

It truly is the little things
that make you feel like you alive
and i'm not joking...
a simple word, a loving voice
and you have no choice,
to know that someone cares
makes you want to sing
and run around in circles
for all the joy that it does bring
Come hear my laughter
and let's talk afterwards
for you know me best of all

Hear my heart
it is beating once again
it starts and stops
ever since way back when
before i was me
and came into this world,
a Stranger in a Strange Land

And people, people, people
do you hear some of the things you say?
How much better off
would we all be
if no egos got in the way?
and i'm a child, i'm a child
who doesn't understand
the workings of society,
the stupidity of man
but im no better, i'm no better
wondering whether you see too
that thinking of others first
is the best thing you can do
so take a moment
and take a deep breath
a take minute to think it through
before you say the things you do...
              04-16-10

Rain on the Beach...

The cold of the morning,
the ice in my heart,
this glacier is not melting today...
i've tried to explain
but who hears my words
beyond the images
with which i play?
Misunderstood,
where is the harm or the good
in the choices you need to make?
Mighty oaks fall,
kings have been made to crawl.
the willow weeps but remains
Give me an answer
or a second chance, sir
i'm not a dancer
but i've been know to prance

Crimes gainst my soul
have washed away
turning to sand on the shore
but i still walk alone
that's how it seems
i dream...
but lord knows i want more
Dreams are like the fish
that swim in the sea
mingling with longing and hope
Under the surface
there's treasure buried somewhere,
perhaps that's what i need to cope
Go find your galleon
with semphoras and bullion
miles down below in the sand
Just be sure you have air enough
and are prepared
for the pressure is greater down there...
                  04-17-10

Sands of Time...

How does one find
what is lost in plain sight?
It is like a three dimensional puzzle
that confounds and delights
You may think you have it solved
for a moment
but then something is not right
and the picture is not making sense
Do you know what you see,
are you really looking at me?
You should know by my history
the way that i think
Many's the time
i've seen the brink of disaster,
inuendos and lies only get you there faster
i'm no one's slave
but i don't want to be master...
Is that what you want,
is that what you're after?
Is my getting better
why this is getting worse?
Like Karis, the mummy,
for want of true love,
i am cursed...
     04-17-10

 

The Lone Stranger...

Just because
you have emotions
that you have no control over
does not make you less human,
does not mean you're bipolar
Better to feel allive
than to play dead and roll over,
like a tortoise in a shell
afraid to race the rabbit
and what were once vices
have now become habits
and i have few answers
but i'm always stabbing
with this pen, mightier than sword,
from which images seem to flow
of their own accord
thank god for that
who wants to lived bored
and hoping for some excitement?
and if you mulling over what i meant
then my job here is done
Onward, Silver, away,
let's live to fight another day!..
            04-18-10