Sep 19 2009
The old days are gone
and maybe that’s good
We can all walk away
find new compass
plot new course
learn new country
conquer new life
Leave the suitcase
of Hurt
at the curb
for someone who
needs the wounds
Create new recipes
for daily woes
let the water run
find a new level
learn to float again
and discover
that Life goes on
copyright 2009
Sep 01 2009
Thoughts fly ahead
of my grasp
I flail in shiftless
winds
that tumble me
down tuneless tunnels
Blink against
an angry sun
The whispers echo
a distant hurt
with neither face
nor name
The circle encloses
in the beyond
and I watch from
the edge
Chattering teeth
shivering soul
and the darkness
comes
to eat the Moon
but her spirit
glides past
and she colours
the dawn with
greens and violets
Her sweet song
coaxes the sky
to Open
and I am reBorn
copyright 2009
Oct 08 2007
May 21 2007
Things change
and you don’t
know it
at first…
Until you try
to keep going
and then
you see there
is nowhere you
are going toward
Yep that ship
sailed
out of the slip
on the bay
waving like a
wilted hankie at noon
the party goes on
without you
A fact of life
that things
change
It’s good
it’s bad
its…different
it’s them but
not you
You’re it then
you’re not
and things
change…
so fast
so much
so little
so slowly
so everyday
in every way
Yep,
they do.
copyright 2007
May 19 2007
It’s okay
push me away
if I’m a threat
to your peace of mind
It’s okay
turn your back
if I’m the cause
of some sorta flack
I’m okay
with your disrepect
your false smiles
and instant reject
Push the button
and then I’m gone
Never happened
unsung that song
Time ain’t nothin’
and neither am I
just someone
who apparently died
copyright 2007
Mar 06 2007
When my life hurts
I imagine my other life
on the road not taken.
But, my mind wants to know
if is it the road not taken
that determines my life
Or me?
Would I be a different me
if I chose a different road?
Would the me of me
change with the seasons
the colors or the geograhy
Just because?
Or is it a trick
I play on myself
to explain away
my choices
good and bad
right and wrong
smart and stupid?
Even in my imaginings
I seem not able
to remove me from me
Untaken road or not.
No matter where I travel
in cars, on foot, in my imagination
the me of me is always there.
copyright 2007
Jan 18 2007
He had no face for me. Just a pleading voice and a dirty shirt.
My automatic head shake made him scurry away and I went into the store. But it bothered me, the faceless man. I was shivering and dressed in a sweater, jeans and a jacket. He had only old chinos and flannel shirt.
I tried to shop but his ‘non-face’ kept jumping in front of me. I decided I would find him when I was done and buy him something to eat. I didn’t want to give him money because I thought he would just buy alcohol with it. I couldn’t in good conscience contribute to that - but I could feed him.
I tapped my foot as I waited for the cashier to ring up my few purchases, trying to spy a glimpse of him outside. I didn’t see him - but I was sure he was still hanging around the Starbuck’s, waiting. He knew I was coming back.
Finally, purchases rung up and paid. Out the door. I still didn’t see him. I walked to Starbuck’s looked inside and out. No one. No faceless man there. I walked through the entire mini-mall looking for the red flannel shirt and beat up chinos.
The whind whipped at my face and my hands stung from the cold. Did the wind gust him away? Flying him back into the abyss for whence he came? How could one, faceless man disappear so quickly. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes.
He was gone. Leaving no trace of himself or his direction. Yet, I stood at the open door of my car and scanned a few more times, believing in some part of me that he would appear. He didn’t.
Reluctantly, I got into the car and turned the ignition. The heater blasting, the music soothing, the whine of the wind outside, rocking the car. I gave up hope of him and put the gear to drive the few blocks home. Mad at myself for not realizing that I should have looked at him. I should have gotten him a sandwich and a hot cup of coffee. Wondering how many faceless men were hungry that night because of head shakers like me.
copyright 2006
Jan 15 2007
Passing through
along the same road
for a time
sharing what is real
between us
What is important now
like orbs of light
joining
into a figure eight
Then separating
to go on to galaxies
at opposite ends
of the universe.
Copyright 2006
Jan 04 2007
There is a garden
that lives on my wall
it’s flowers are lovely
but have no
scent at all
But when I feel
lonely
or lost
or blue
I gaze into my garden
hoping to find
sweet memories
of you
It’s not sentiment
or solace
or happiness
I seek
But answers
to questions
that voices
don’t speak
My garden
just stays
there
on my livingroom
wall…
through the
hours and minutes
long and
tall
It offers me a door
to another place
where I am
not known
by name
or by face
And when it is
quiet
and the space
feels still
my garden
is there
lovely
and stays
by my will
So when all is lost
and my house
is a mess;
I can go
to my garden
to take
a sweet rest
copyright 2006
Dec 31 2006
Here I sit
like a Lady Royal
alone in my castle
high upon my pedastal
I look down
upon life.
I view it
as one would view
a painting of a scene
familiar to them.
Somehow
though it all looks
the same to me
I can’t help this feeling
that it is all different.
It is the changing
of the minds and ideas
that one does not detect
with even the most
perceptive eye.
The endless shifting of
hearts and emotions
that one cannot touch
as they would a flower,
a stone or a pet.
It is the truth of
the day we speak of
when we quote reality.
For with each day
a new truth
is born and brought
into being.
And so,
here I sit like a Lady Royal…
for tomorrow
I may stand before one -
or I may not.
Copyright 2006
Loving is the only sure road out of darkness, the only serum known that cures self-centeredness.
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