Obscured Drive into the fog Feel the way, your headlights bold The road obscured Consequence Lights are up ahead Highlighting consequences You down shift the gears Path Your fate in reverse Go back up the road you came Take a better path Continue reading Driven. A Haiku Trilogy.
Who are you? Are you what I make you? Are you the sum of dreams and fantasies? Could I cope with your reality? Would you live up to my fevered imagination and expectations? Would I live up to yours? Who are we? Perhaps it’s better off unknown Lest we disappoint ourselves Continue reading Who Are You? A poem.
The yoke weighed heavily I toiled the fields of my responsibilities I saw others dance and play all day and night And I was filled with envy And I longed to cast it aside So that I too could be free And one day I did I cast the yoke unto the dirt And my load was lightened And I joined the dancers in their revelry But while I danced into the cloying darkness By the empty light of a sullen moon My fields grew fallow And my crops failed And the subtle pangs of hunger Slowly turned to starvation … Continue reading The Yoke. A Poem.
She is the wedge between my thoughts The foot in my mental door I couldn’t get her out of my head Even if I wanted to And I would Never Want To Continue reading Wedge. A poem.
It’s a question One we all ask ourselves When no one else is there to ask When we think God is no longer listening When we feel low When we feel empty When we feel betrayed When we are hurt and in pain Why? Why me? Why is this happening? Why are you doing this? But while all questions deserve answers Answers are not always forthcoming Because life is not a Q and A session Life is not a simple straight line Life veers and sways like a fraying rope bridge over a bottomless chasm Life gives and life takes … Continue reading The Question. A poem.
He shined On every stage A voice that made you Take notice A guitar Burning and churning Changing lives Through music But inside Thoughts and pain Burning and churning Shadows and rain Low Black hole sun Dragging down Crushing him Who could see What would come To be To take a life So unexpectedly Into the superunknown Exit stage left Now rest Continue reading Chris. A poem.
Illiterate, that’s me Unable to decipher The signals She’s sending I’m not stand-offish I’m just not sure How to interpret Italics, san serif and cursive A woman is a novel Written in filigree So difficult to read And yet all I truly need Continue reading Illiterate. A poem.
Forty days and forty nights A season in the abyss That will pass in time Bringing light to your dark An end to this injustice And a guiltless mind Continue reading Forty. A poem.
I dreamed that my Angel walked with me And we talked at length A gentle discourse about books, music and coffee And on the hill beneath the spire We explored each other shyly Espousing our thoughts in their entirety And we kissed each other meekly Thinking how wonderful this could be Stomachs churning with dancing butterflies Wondering if a love so true could lie I dreamed that my Angel walked with me But it was just a dream And dreams belong to sleep Continue reading Angel. A poem.
Love/Hate Love, why do you hate? Opposition comforts you Like heat in winter Distance Thirteen miles away The distance might be light years A cosmos to you Landing Heavy gravity Trajectory uncertain Final crash landing Continue reading ‘Love/Hate’ – a Haiku Trilogy
Just a haircut But almost a new me Maybe not that extreme Short back and sides No style or flare Not much different Not enough hair If only one could change one’s lot With just a haircut Continue reading Haircut. A poem.
Streets afire with love divine Taking names and stumbling feet Liquor-fuelled lust surrounds Like ships that sail on silken sheets Uproarious dinner conversations Filled with gentle goodbyes And enthusiastic hellos And iPhone intermissions A cello paints the night In shades of blue and grey Pining for the one that flew Internal circumspection played Each over-revved car drives by Panthers stealthy, by light they slept Reanimated by the sunset lie To hunt abroad for civil prey And here I am in bed, alone again Listening to the many voices Of Saturday night retreaded And wondering why I am here by choice Continue reading Saturday Night. A poem.
I woke up this morning And died a little inside Again Always the same thing Too much overthinking Again A mind is a cruel beast Taunting and self loathing Again I imagine a place of rest But it’s so far away Again Maybe I’ll just sleep Forever and a day Again Continue reading Again. A poem.
I took you on, baggage and all Your overstuffed luggage Way over the weight limit My own baggage was carry on Small and non-descript Since then my luggage has grown To the size of an elephant And I’m the only one who can carry it Far too costly and expensive So I’ll carry it on my own From now on Alone Continue reading Baggage. A poem.
I tried to get up But the black dog held me down Every movement was too hard Every thought a leaden weight Black dog growled And I submitted, giving up again The bed was my cage, my brain the lion tamer “Just who do you think you are?” he cried, cracking the whip again “This is who you’re meant to be,” I heard him through my pain And I lay there and wept, because some truths are hard to accept And the black dog lay upon me, a smile/a snarl on its lips “Today is not your day,” it said. … Continue reading Dregs. A poem.
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