POETRY COLLECTION 2003
AUTUMN
Every year leaves turn,
Become spectators’ beauty.
I wonder if I’m the only one to see,
The pretty leaves are dying before me.
March 29, 2003
BACK TO THE BARN
The potion in your eyes,
Tell me lies and greed -
I stay restrained.
It’s better a long, long time alone,
Then heated rooms where I am caned.
I walk out,
Walk the white line -
As the seasons keep on changing,
And I vanish into no time.
The hinge is broken,
Ticking timer’s exchange on words unspoken.
I keep the hard hat on,
To the barnyard I float as lights turn on.
I waltz back the hay shed -
Go through the room marked X like memory’s old map said -
There I claim the spot where my blood is then shed.
August 2, 2003
BEYOND THE SKYLINE
“Close your eyes little baby;”
He says as night bells chime.
She does so,
And together they lift from slime,
To the skyline and beyond.
February 25, 2003
BLIND MANS ROAD
A voice telling a story,
A vision on the screen -
Ohhh must be some godly thing;
No, no, no -
It’s a blind mans road,
To blind,
In order none know,
The real secret,
About the box of freak shows;
February 27, 2003
BRINGING RESPECT
Quitting is not an option,
Giving in is not right.
Need to bring respect,
Need to take that steel knife and fight -
Even if it’s solely for one,
Who kept you within this world.
You swore your life,
You have to battle and break black night.
February 24, 2003
CAN’T GO WITHOUT BREATHING
Can’t live without,
Can’t live without.
If I block out,
You will fizzle out.
And I can’t live without -
You, I can’t scoop out.
So I’ll stay,
Cause I can’t live without.
You had just better keep me close,
And never leave me,
Cause I, with all certainty,
Can’t go without breathing.
February 3, 2003
CAN’T HEAL
I can’t heal,
And that screws me up.
How can I ever live when I can’t be real – only feel?
I can’t move out of my cell!
Where’s a gun to kill me now?
Where’s a knife to bring blood rains,
Where’s the death to cure pains.
February 25, 2003
CHAOS AND CONFUSION
I hear, “Devil, devil;”
Everyone’s a devil;
I hear “Terrible, terrible;”
And it makes me cry so -
Cause I don’t know who to trust,
I’m a spinner with webs of rust.
Strangers on the street,
Are the safest by far -
Yet I know I can trust,
The woodland star;
But I also don’t want to go afar.
February 28, 2003
CHOICES
What do you do?
When you know for a fact,
That the world wants you,
Voicing your words,
Chirping to back,
Against ignorance’s tide;
What do you do?
When the supposed great one’s screaming,
Making gun click in place,
Cause he wants to see you kneeling,
He wants to hold his one,
In arms original place;
February 25, 2003
CITY SURVEYOR
So much life,
In a flying city -
The side walks busy constantly,
With the marching of several feet -
The heeled, sandal, bare-footed,
Accessorized with carry bags of plastic, mesh, and leather;
It all rushes by in a fetter.
I watch the people,
In their separate disguise,
I watch them sweep past before me,
Within my glass lit eyes.
The businesswoman,
With the slicked back hair,
Strides in the Gucci suit with her hawk -like stare;
The fresh-faced florist,
Sells carnations by the center square,
While a scabbed and disgruntled backpacker,
Shouts to her friend, “look there!”
I watch these people,
In their separate disguise,
I watch them sweep past before me,
Within my glass lit eyes.
Near a caricature candy store,
A doughy-eyed mother nurses an inquisitive child,
Who is transfixed with a timid puppy in sulk on earth’s floor;
A bug-eyed granny zooms slowly by in a chair of technology,
While a gang of suited students,
March into a theater laughing manically,
Showing a prominent presentation of careless ostentation.
I keep watching these people,
In their separate disguise,
I watch them sweep past before me,
Within my glass lit eyes.
May 18, 2003
CLEAN INTRODUCTION
Fires burned on either side,
As she lay on black silk sheets -
The father touched her,
With winged grace,
Slowly unmasking her body,
Before Heavens gates;
He led her to every stair,
With bolts of thunder;
Breaking ice walls,
With crisp clean plunder.
February 25, 2003
CLOVER
You could be anything but real to me,
Never costumed dancer on display,
Or the wife whose clause just doesn’t go away;
But I know you and so I watch sympathetically -
As a statue you sit as real as can be.
My little emblem,
My little stroke of luck,
To carry around when disaster comes amuck.
The coin whose shine you just can’t hide,
Whose moods are as wet as the ocean in tide;
If I ever had misfortune,
I know I could tell,
That you would tend my wounds until I was well;
Upon tears your loyalty runs like a tap,
In out of space my fears come to nap.
October 22, 2003
COMMON DISRUPTION
Everything always looks better then what it is -
Don’t stress on a case that’s hopeless –
Its commonness shoves away the distress,
On what is the meaning of its red dressing.
To the surrounding world it will mean nothing,
Like you;
August 7, 2003
CROSSING TRACK
I walk with the shell,
Of a turtle on my back,
Crossing the cracked track.
February 25, 2003
CUT AND DUMPED
I don’t know what I want to do,
I don’t know what I want to be -
I just know what there can’t be,
I just know what I’ll never see!
It’s so hard to know,
All my dreams have been dumped in coal.
The fire’s burning my past times,
All the good and bad times;
I’m left with the lone times,
Off the hook phone times -
The opening of the blinds,
To see what my life finds,
May 25, 2003
CUTS AND BRUISES
I have had it with this game,
You've left me with only pain,
And you don't give a real care -