Category: Poetry

Here, you find
What you’re looking for.
But, will it be
What you need?

Perhaps, with luck,
It might be
What you have always wanted,
Or, at least, what you thought you did.

Now, it’s here,
And, perhaps, it is not the same
As your fantasy.
It is not what you dreamed about.

Then, what is it?
Is it just a distraction?
A passing phase?
A mistake, even?

We build up our expectations
To the highest of peaks,
Hoping, wishing, yearning…
But when it comes, we realize:

It is only an illusion.

Leaving here,
I get to there.
I think about it:
I’m going somewhere.

Somewhere new.
Somewhere clean.
Somewhere happy.
Somewhere free.

Maybe we will all
Go there some day.
Maybe I will see you
Again and say,

I love you.
I really do.
Let’s be friends.
Let’s walk on through.

All this craziness
All around us
Sometimes feels
Like I’ve missed the bus.

All this violence.
All this dying.
Sometimes makes me
Feel like crying.

But I know that one day
It’s got to end.
One day there will be peace.
We will all be friends.

So, let’s make a toast,
To tomorrow, then!
Let’s celebrate
An end to sin!

Let’s go forth
Feeling free!
Let’s be who
God made us to be!

Here, I see,
The end is coming.
My end, your end, the end?
I’m not sure.

It’s coming.
I can feel it.
Or, maybe, it’s not an end,
But a beginning.

Perhaps, both.
Change is scary,
Sometimes.
Really.

Have you been there?
I wager you have,
Many times.
It’s not always fun, is it?

But, sometimes,
Change can set us free.
Change can usher in
New frontiers,

Glorious in scope,
Endless in limitation!
Sometimes,
Change is a great relief!

A difficult time
With a long-sought reprieve.
A painful journey,
Coming to a close.

Today may be hard,
But tomorrow
Always contains a promise
Of possibility.

May we all strive
To remember:
Joy comes in the morning.
Never give up hope!

Tangent, teeming for the rest.
Cleaning up my words as best
I can, then spitting out
My mind’s loud shout.

Lifting up the troubled soul,
Buried in the deepest hole.
Triumph in the personal clue.
Wondering what and who.

Do you see the meaning there?
Do you think my point is fair?
I don’t know every answer.
I am just a writing dancer.

Living out the day to day.
Expressing it in my own way.
What is the conclusion, now?
Wish I knew why and how.

What’s inside the envelope?
Is it meaning?
Is it truth?
Or a lie, a shadow of you?

What’s behind
The face in the mirror?
Is it happiness,
Or, more probably,

Terror?

Stepping close,
To get to know you.
Reaching out
To touch your skin.

Are you real,
Or just an apparition?
Do you hear
What I am saying?

Are you listening
To the meaning
Behind the words?
Can you feel me?

Let’s be friends.
We’ll make peace
With ourselves,
And with each other.

We will be true.
We won’t hide
Behind empty rhetoric,
Or trite comments.

We will reveal our hearts
And souls and minds.
I will be
Who I truly am.

You will be honest,
Sincere, matter of fact.
You will be
Up front with me.

No games.
No power trip.
No controlling.
No fixing.

I like to wear
My heart on my sleeve.
Perhaps,
It just feels better

Outside of its cage.

Can I tell you how I feel?
Perhaps not.
Perhaps, you don’t want to know.
Perhaps, you don’t believe
In being honest with your feelings.
You think that some thoughts
Should not be shared.
But how can you know me, then?
How can you ever get close?
Don’t you want to know
The real me, as opposed
To the me who I am on the outside?
You can’t know what I’m really like,
Unless I tell you.
You cannot see the beauty in my soul
Unless I uncover myself,
Peel away the social mask,
The pretend me.
I don’t want to be a fantasy.
I want to be real.
I want to be me.

Why do my own words
Sometimes disgust me?
Gentle babes in my arms,
Now they turn their backs

And laugh at me.
They curse my name,
Reminding me
That I am only a man.

They tell me
That I have nothing to say
Worth saying.
What is the truth?

Are these words
Worth saving?
Is my mind
Just a wasteland

Of scattered thoughts,
Insecure feelings,
And random tangents
Of distraction?

Where is the meaning
In these silly phrases?
What is the redemption
For which I seek

In stuttering sentences
And asphyxiated hints
Of passing insights
That now escape me?

Perhaps,
It is all just a silly game,
And the joke is on me.
Seriously.

What am I afraid of?
This sickness in my stomach,
That won’t go away.

Anxiety ripples
Through my body.
Is it God,

Or is it man?
Perhaps both.
But I know

Who I am
And whose I am.
And I know

Who holds the future.
If God knows
Even when the

Little sparrow falls,
I know he watches me.
I must sing

Because I’m happy,
And I must sing,
Because I’m free.

God will take care of me,
And my little worries.
He will be there,

Every step of the way.
He will carry
All my burdens.

No matter what,
I am his child.
With his help,

I can do this!