Category: Poetry

Closing ears to noise that flirts,
Keeping thoughts close to home,
Wonder how old is the dirt
Upon which my bare feet roam?

Angels flash in the corner of my eye,
Bending near to listen.
Always hovering close by,
Makes my eyeballs glisten.

Do you know the secret behind
Why we’re here alone?
Why doesn’t God bend an ear,
Or call us on the phone?

Wretches all are his children,
Not a good one in the bunch!
Selfish, weak, prideful, rude.
Never missing lunch.

Why do we strive so hard
To make ends meet every month?
“Is the manna enough?”we wonder.
Never trusting once.

God provides, or so they say.
I’ll be the one to judge.
Or in the process of the day,
Perhaps I will not budge.

Stubborn, cruel, wrathful, sullen.
Always last to the church,
If I do make it at all,
Leaving God in the lurch.

Someday it will all make sense,
Someday I’ll have peace.
Maybe once I leave this earth,
He won’t seem such a tease.

This plank inside my bloodshot eye
Stabs and slices my veins.
Oh, to be a believer again!
Oh, to pull back the reins.

This journey will come to an end
One day when I’m having fun.
It will all be worth it, my friend.
You won’t have to run.

Spinning in circles, I drill a hole
Through the concrete beneath my toes.

Never stopping to ask, “What if?”
Never looking beyond the gift.

Keen to all your little games,
It’s your pleasure to cause me pain.

Tortured days and nights with you,
No more meaning coming through.

Wishing all of it would end,
I make peace with foe or friend.

Will you give me your free hand?
Respect from you would be so grand.

Closed eyes hide steaming fury.
Muscles in shoulders tense.
Looking calm, so “what, me worry?”
Making a fist, no common sense.

Burning inside to rip your head off,
Crossing that line with a dangerous pitch,
You look behind and cautiously cough,
As you mumble to yourself, “you son of a bitch…”

Looking at me, if eyes could kill,
I would be dead in a hurry.
So, I stepped back and said to you,
“Chill, you have no reason to worry.”

Second chances come sometimes,
And I was hoping for mine now.
I would pay for all my crimes,
But did not want to know how.

“Let’s be friends,” I said with a grin.
“We don’t need to fight.”
So you relaxed, all said and done.
And these days we are tight.

Cleaving to your skinny feet,
I dig my nails into your ankles.
Dragging me down the sidewalk
Should be considered an Olympic sport.

“I just want to be with you!” I cry.
But your ears are closed to my
Desperate pleadings. You don’t care
To waste your time with a scuzz ball
Like me.

I’d like to be your friend, or maybe
An associate, but my efforts are
In vain, I fear. Nobody loves a loser.
Maybe later, I say to myself.

Perhaps when he is in a better mood.
Perhaps when he loses everything,
One day, he will come looking for me,
And when he finds me, he’ll thank The Lord that he has me.

Maybe.

Cremate your lactate so we can elevate
Your fruitcake for checkmate.
Leave somber selves upon crowded Shelves, including my bells.

So, what is true for you, so candidly?
Where do you come from so quickly?
Do you have what it takes to make a cake? Do you dream of better days?

How does the angel fall from such lofty
Heights? What the hell?
Sneakier sounds were never recorded.
Come to me and see me freely.

Sweeter tastes come through insane.
Jungle gym teaser pleases me instantly.
Happy-go-lucky friend rescues the repeat. Do you see the meager gently?

Follow sinking semblance of swordplay.
Fell today on top of elegies.
Do you desire a brighter day?
Come quickly, on your knees.

Candles burning through the night,
Bathing my face with their warm light.
Teeth clenched under trembling lips,
Tossing stomach doing flips.

Anxious brow, concentrates.
Future only seals my fate.
Serendipity,
Speechless leaves me.

Quivering from head to toe,
Running round, to and fro.
Guessing games puzzle me,
Scathing answers set me free.

Endings come so quickly now,
Testing thoughts and senses follow.
Catching me unaware,
Staggering, I stand and stare.

Take me there against my will,
So that I may drink my fill.
Climbing truth’s window sill,
I catch my breath, standing still.

Closing doors to open others,
Climbing mounts to descend again.
What’s in store for my future?
What will change, what stay the same?

One thing for sure,
That’s nothing’s for sure.
Things are bound to change,
Eventually.

Suffering will last for a season,
Meaning wanes in hard times.
Tediousness is predictable
To outlast interests.

Thrills are few and far between
For creatures of habit, like me.
Stability and comfort dominate
As discipline works its magic.

Repetition smooths out the wrinkles
In the rhythm of my soul.
Aches and pains raise their ugly heads
Occasionally,

But nothing lasts.

Walking through a winter wood,
Weeping for what I could have been
But am not now, nor ever was.

What will be, who knows?
Will morning come,
As smoothly as night?

Answers to some questions
Don’t always come easily.
But they do come.

Jumping up to touch the sky,
I feel the wind blow in my eyes.
Bending low to stir the soil,
Keeping close, crouched in a coil.

Walking ’round this hallowed place,
I feel a spirit touch my face.
Is it God or just another
Of those demons that always hover

Near my body when it’s tense?
I could use a holy fence
To protect me from these ghouls.
Would be nice to bend the rules.

Sometimes I can see quite clear,
What it is that brought me here.
Sometimes I don’t have a clue
Why it’s me that’s close to you.

Do you think God has a plan?
Do you know the Son of Man?
I’m not sure, occasionally,
What is true for you and me.

Where will you go when it’s time?
Will you pay for all your crimes?
I hope not, for your sake.
We won’t last, with all our hate.

Trampling down a rambling way,

I stumbled into what I’d say

Is nothing short of night and day

To one like me who’s in the fray.

 

One might say I was not gay,

But would be wrong about me.

I like to play most every day

With whomever I come to see.

 

Would you like to follow me

About this dingy city?

There’s not much to catch one’s eye.

There is nothing pretty.

 

Almost every person here

Remains alone sometimes I fear.

Always needing someone near

To speak so softly in their ear.

 

Would you like to talk to them,

Be their audience or their friend?

Would you care to spend a while,

Hearing of their times of trial?

 

I can say right here and now,

It is not fun out in the sun,

One feels one is about to drown

In nothingness, it weighs a ton.

 

Pushing one down below the waves,

One claws and kicks to try to save

Oneself from all the bitter things

This life sometimes to us brings.

 

Is there hope, you chance to ask?

Maybe so for some.

But I’m not counting chickens unhatched.

I’m one prone to run.

 

Out of here I bolt with speed,

Leaving things behind I need.

Never caring what comes to play

With my mangled spirit today.

 

I will find something new.

I will discover a kind of clue.

Will there be a happy end

To my strife, you might portend?

 

I don’t know what will come,

But I’ll continue fighting on.

There is no point for blaming some.

It is I that must get things done.

 

2013