Thursday, October 3, 2019
it use to be
it use to be
when i looked
into the mirror
a younger man
would look back at me
and now it's this
decrypted old man
that i see
and when i look
for the new man
God made of me
why is it that
this sinful old man
is all that i see ?
®2018
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
may God have mercy on all the poor
may God have mercy on all the poor
trying to live in baltimore
taxes so intolerably high
the impoverished never get by
afraid of criminals in the street
afraid of policemen on the beat
afraid of kids that beat for fun
afraid of drivers that hit and run
all the criminals in city hall
are there to steal and break the law
anarchy in the city courts
unfairness and injustice of all sorts
may God bless all the poor
trying to live in baltimore
®2019
Monday, August 12, 2019
cold comes the winter wind
cold comes the winter wind so brutally bitter
blowing the last brown lifeless leaves from the tree
bringing the snow soft white to bury this bleak city
leaving me this longing for what will never be
of this unloved life and wicked world i weary
dying day by day dying till by death God delivers me
®2019
the world never was
this world never was
nor ever will be mine
on me this world's sun
never did favorably shine
the fruits of this world
were for me but bitter wine
the mundane sensual food
too worldly on which to dine
love i would never possess
for which i would always pine
sweet melancholy is the only thing
in this world that is mine
®2019
the self portrait
the self portrait
painted in words
so unsightly
an image no one
will embrace
forlorn lovelorn
forever falling
the fumbling figure
with the unfortunate
disfigured face
the poor pathetic
pitiful person
that will never find
in the picture perfect
an appropriate place
®2019
sullen scene
sullen scene
drizzling day
crushing clouds
gloomy grey
mournfully moving
sorrowful shadow
driven down
sad slow
painful path
leading low
lessening light
stark save
somber sight
grievious grave
®2019
doctrines divide
doctrines divide
doctrines divide
the crowd cried
and i replied
they do they do
doctrines divide
the false from the true
the wrong from the right
the dark from the light
it cannot be denied
doctrines divide
®2019
Friday, July 12, 2019
love you
love you
i will
always
until
waters
and winds
all be still
when
lovers'
kisses
no longer
thrill
when sun
and stars
cease to shine
grapes
grow not
on vine
merriment
not made
with wine
when lovers
no longer
entwine
then until
love you
i will
®2019
Wednesday, July 10, 2019
love
love
for the love
of love
look not for
love
nor long for
love
let love
beget love
and abet
love
for the gift
of love
is from God
above
®2019
somewhere between
somewhere between
now and then
somewhere between
where and when
somewhere between
here and there
i was nobody
going nowhere
meandering
between why
and i don't care
somewhere between
after and before
somewhere between
never and evermore
somewhere between
single and pair
someone
with everything
going somewhere
determined
to know why
and care
took my heart
and breath
and left
me somewhere
between dying and death
®2018
from a window
from a window in the concrete wall
of this soiled prison cell so small
i can see where the eagle use to fly
above the dismal darkening blue sky
filled with barbed wire sharp white stars
the thick brutal iron blood red bars
between which the extremely harsh white
shines like some lurid guard house light
the offensive flag of the american lie
where all freedoms die
in a foul wicked wind it waves
over fields of liberty's forgotten graves
®2018
Monday, June 24, 2019
grieving cloud
grieving cloud
sinking sun
bird cries
sleeping town
waking shadows
moon rise
vacant streets
lamps lighting
wind sighs
descending star
shattered heart
dream dies
lonely world
pleading prayer
mournful eyes
®2018
minus negative
i only wanted one
and got none
fought for naught
got my fill of nil
empty nonentity
the hero of zero
®2018
Thursday, January 3, 2019
the great grand foot nine
I'm
the deaf
dumb and blind
seated behind
the great
grand foot nine
fumbling fingers
left and right
trying to play
the grey
between
the black
and white
lows so low
mids just so
highs so high
the sustain
that never
seems to die
he who has
not an ear
cannot hear
that which
is sounded
as if so
confounded
as to only
hear instead
that which
is heard
inside
his head
copyright 2018
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