Wednesday, March 29, 2017
where is everyone
where is everyone
that i know
a sad sunday sun
setting so low
long lonely shadows
on silent sidewalks show
streets so empty
like inside of me
and nowhere to go
wandering and wondering
where is someone
that i know
a sad sunday sun
going down solo
copyright 2016
Thursday, November 17, 2016
not my world
not my world
not my country
not my state
not my city
not my street
not my home
not my body
not my mind
not my heart
not my soul
not my hope
not my faith
not my love
not my will
all belongs
to God
copyright 2015
Thursday, November 10, 2016
the twenty six street wall
the twenty six street wall
came crashing down
crushing childhood memories
and youthful day dreams
of becoming a carefree hobo
hopping on an unhappy train
heading into a sad sunset
a bad boy with a new beginning
ending just like some magnificent
happy hollywood motion picture
fading into a black void
with a long lasting list of credits
and a majestic mournful melody
backed by a full symphony orchestra
full of sorrowful strings
leaving them tearful in the isles
and longing for much more
with just enough hope to hold on to
as they go to their
i could have been happy homes
if only i were someone else
with much more money
and the twenty six street
sidewalk art shows
with the most beautiful paintings
of the most beautiful places
where one must one day go
even if it's inside an abstract painting
it's got to be so much better
than this most bitter unreal reality
of hunger and hurting
and this lonely longing for life
that leaves one so destitute
like an empty milk bottle
on a doorstep of despair
in the cold chilling dawn
of ones own despondency
and there on the other side
of the twenty six street wall
sitting on the top step
leading into a painted
black brick row home
i can see the stunning vision of sharon
with her long straight golden blonde hair
blinding in the summer sunlight
watching and waiting
for something exciting to happen
like maybe the wall across the street
collapsing into the train tracks below
which wouldn't happen
for another forty some years later
and of course by then
she would have long ago
moved far away
and now become an old man's memory
of a youthful crush
crumbled into the dust of dreams
like the rubble of rocks
that use to be a wall
copyright 2015
Monday, October 3, 2016
discernment
discernment
there are those
that know not
lust from love
daemon from dove
below from above
nor the reason
thereof
copyright 2015
life
life
measure for measure
pain out weighs pleasure
and in heaven is the heart's only treasure
copyright 2015
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
the furthest star
the furthest star
is not as far
as you are
and the nearest to love
is far above
all that i'm made of
copyright 2015
the blade of beauty
the blade of her bestial beauty
unrelentingly and repeatedly
piercing and plunging painfully
into my horribly hurting heart
excruciating beyond all endurance
my lost languishing life
bleeding out of my being
despairingly drowning in a death
lasting longer than the expanse of eternity
desiring my evil existence extinguished
copyright 2015
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