Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Remember


When I finally escape this vessel, and my soul is free, what then?
Will my questions be answered? Will I move on? Will I begin again?
Floating through the summer air like a feather in the wind...
Will I remember the ugliness of this earth?
Will I remember when I fell in love? Will I remember your grin?
Will I dissipate like the clouds or linger like a rock?
Will I mingle with the snow flakes or lounge on the dock?
Will you remember ME when I escape this place?
Will I remember YOU as I look down from space?

Monday, June 20, 2016

Stupid Little Boy


I look at a young, timid boy looking at me from behind the glass...
I give him a half smile as he quickly looks away...
I have become a cynical, old man with happiness well behind me...
I envy that youthful boy sheepishly cowering behind the glass.
What adventures await him...
The experiences of love, rebellion, and the pure kind of freedom only afforded to the young...
Stupid little boy...
He knows nothing of what awaits him, as the sudden realization of REAL LIFE sets in with old age...
He has no clue of the true reality that will eventually envelop him like darkness...
I wipe the moisture off the mirror and the boy has vanished. .. That old man once again makes eye contact... God how I miss that stupid little boy...

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Lost


I patiently wait for you to come around...
Looking up through the holes in the ground...
My spirit is broken, as I ponder alone...
I'm homeless even though I sit at home...
The brutal summer is here to stay...
Praying for the night to overcome the day...
I'm lost more than ever before...
Pretend you don't see me, and shut the door...
I'll see you tomorrow, or maybe Friday...
Perhaps we'll catch up on Saturday...

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Wolf


Sheep gathered in the moonlit field, as I watched from the grassy hill...
I tried to be silent, stealthy, and crouched; remaining perfectly still...
The hunger swelled up inside me; urging me to kill...
Tonight I would eat well...
I would get my fill...
Instincts took over and I began moving in; looking for the young and weak...
I spotted a lone, lost lamb in the grass, and I proceeded to causally sneak...
I felt no malice, rage, or blood lust...
Only an urge to survive...
But when I suddenly heard the man yell, "WOLF!"
I had never felt more alive...

The Music



I close my eyes to all the despair and worldly strife...
I sit and rock in my little rocking chair; ear buds tightly inserted like a life saving prosthetic...
I let the world rush by as I immerse myself into my last refuge...
The bass and treble... The mids and highs... The soft variances, to the percussive booms...
The timeless lyrics jet me back to where my days were longer, and things made more sense...
It was a time when my entire identity was the music... My entire being... My reason for living...
With the passing of that infernal notion we know as time, priorities have changed.
Life got very serious and stoic, but the music remained... A constant in an ever evolving world...
You may remove my eyes... You may cripple me, and take away everything I hold dear...
The music will always remain; if only an echo in my vacant mind...




 

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Untitled

Mercury passed in front of the sun today...
The obstinate clouds blocked my view...
Ghosts have lost their believability...
Sadness knocks right on cue...
The lyrics have lost their meaning...
The food has lost it's taste...
The cemetery is empty...
And time is but a waste...
I leave my cigarette burning as I close the lonely door...
The music is still softy playing; but another sad song I can't endure...

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Ashes


Her ashes were thick...
Heavier than you would think...
Fragments of bone and teeth...
A soup as black as ink...
Stirring and mixing...
Sifting through her quaint remains...
Reminiscing about wiping her tears in the rain...
The sun winks at me through the cathedral of oaks...
And I continue to scan through her lost love notes...
She took a lover... Probably two...
The descriptions of her secret summer were exciting and new...
She said I was her life and she'd never leave me...
The wind catches her ashes; and she is finally free...

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Armor


What's behind that Jiffy-Pop foil that you used as armor?
A thin, onion paper barrier from the vexing world...
You hid within plain sight...
In the hot, unforgiving afternoon light...
Like a broken bird trying to take flight...
The putrid smell of regret claws and scrapes at my nose...
I lay the useless shovel and gloves in the truck along with your tattered clothes...
I spray off the scarlet from my tired hands with your garden hose...
I breathe in the silence as the voices subside...
Should have had better armor, or you should have learned how to hide.. 

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