Life for rent
Huge neon signs
Lamenting softly
One dollar, two dollars, nine dollars spent
And not one extra red cent
That’s how life works
The rich, the poor, the middle class whores
As we climb the ladder of nevermore
All intent on making spaces
Never just content with taking in faces
Into the silver sea one must dive
Covered with ash, soot and grime
Everything is for rent
Your soul, your love, your time
Don’t tell me it’s for naught
Greenbacks attack your Bimmer or Benz
Clawing at those Christian Dior lens
Trading up makes the world go ’round
Does charity begin, does it make a sound
When is wealth truly a friend
Are we bound and tethered
To that space on the ground
Flapping, fluttering and flying
Do your feet get off the ground
If they are constantly bound
Now, later, alligator
Shackled, bound and tied
Have they not the clarity to see
When will it be
That the world stops renting me
February.24.2004 |
Category: poetry |
Tags: life |
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Standing upright, arms wide in mid-flight
Who do I run from in rushing red waves of light
Fleeing blindly along the path that follows
The river of uncertainty, hope and tomorrow
There are mysteries in life accepted as truth
No other such clues available as proof
From simple seedlings relationships sprout
Giving birth to bartenders, experience and doubt
Swiftly we hurry from beginning to end
Not really watching where one might land
Upon a heart our swiftness might tread
Does the resonance feel good when it all goes dead?
Sitting there waiting for an event untold
A change in the wind peppers me with cold
Constantly reminding about those hidden pages
Secreted away, the wisdom of all ages
Myriad of questions flying to and fro
Are there any answers, please don’t say no
All out of time and all out of breath
Bringing closure to the one that’s left
Under a blanket of crystalline shards
Reflective in quality, somewhat like stars
Muted cries to the dark heavens above
For a soul seldom speaks to no one but love
January.04.2004 |
Category: poetry |
Tags: introspective, life |
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These are the stairways
Built over time
They wind around in circles
The ends hard to find
Made of wood and stone
The walls cold and bare
Not sure what can be seen
Although you sit and stare
Hiding many things
Secrets entombed, enshrined
Covered in shadowy darkness
The corridors of my mind
December.20.2003 |
Category: poetry |
Tags: introspective |
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How do you make the burning pain go away
As it drags on day after day
How do you begin to cope and dry the hurt you feel inside
As the world slowly spins and passes you by
How do you make the aching stop
When your heart seems to be in total shock
How do you make the gnawing pain subside
When you’re all torn up inside
Why do these feelings show
Like the pure simple brightness of fallen snow
September.10.2003 |
Category: poetry |
Tags: introspective, life |
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Inexplicable tension fills the air
Every time your presence is near
Knowing looks, glances and stares
Seems like there’s something to fear
But our hands finally part
See a sigh escape your lips
Emotions roiling, playing out in our hearts
You walk away, gently swaying hips
The past, present and future
Comes to a shadowed cross
Love and life that we nurture
Preserved within us at any cost
Road ahead shrouded in mist
The distance grows as time persists
Between us are the faint memories of a kiss
Time passes but history doesn’t dismiss
Experience gained and innocence lost
Over time we realized why we fought
Now your muscles are sore, my patience short
Its too late for us now, time for a new court
June.01.2003 |
Category: poetry |
Tags: life, transitions |
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To find a way home
He searches high and low
Which direction he goes
He does not readily know
Man versus man versus nature
Struggling in a darkness unknown
Finding a spark buried deep inside
In the corner of his heart it resides
A place that’s difficult to see
The path that lays before he
Following the glow of the moon above
Guided by a lonesome dove
In his hardened heart he prays
Floating sighs are heard from miles away
Following the sound through fog he roams
Finally finding a way back home
February.21.2003 |
Category: poetry |
Tags: introspective, life |
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