beware the buyer The devil is a smart businessman If he’s going to buy your soul He’s going to get you cheap.. you So he starts you young Just a tease or two when you’re re 5
Hope Hope is elusive Slipping away so easily Just when you have it And that secure feeling warms A bit of the frost so common now 1
twisted cloud If I were a twisted cloud I would have the wind to blame For the awful shape I’m in But being not of vapor made wispy and spread across the sky 4
Survival It holds us well An unbreakable spell Cast long ago In evolutionary creation “survival first” 2
the quiet so sound The quiet of being me I need no bombast No crowds of adoring people Only the quiet of me Listening to the voice that whispe 6 1
tick tock The clock on the wall mocks me With its simple gears and a helpfu A drop of oil here and there It will pass the time relentlessly Never having to stop and rest
a poem speaks Thank you for waking me From my slumber I do not live without you I must be read To be alive 2
what happened to tomorrow What happened to tomorrow It was just here yesterday What happened to tomorrow It seems to have run away Taking with it all my dreams 2
judgement “Judgment” How cruel the word in this less than perfect world Giving allowance to all measuring by absurd standards 3
Lost Eden I speak of what was lost Since I came upon this place Once a garden tendered strong Now weeds and dry earth did replac My Eden 3
embers The flames leap higher eager, young and ever reaching for the sky And as the fire dances its dance We elders sit and watch 3
a simple man A cool breeze enters the forest ca leaves are already falling and arr in a circle beneath Keeping warm the smallest root Cupping the morning dew 5
just a whisper The endless road ends All that I denied is now accepted The blackness of eternity beckons leaving me this brief moment I cling to even
a song There’s a song I didn’t sing, I have a tin ear. It goes through my mind tune less, Like a sound that almost was there I so miss the music that isn’t in
an old friend I had it under control Deep deep in my darkness Dwelled a monster purest black That made my life a mess I escaped I thought 2
a Swiss chalet far away Conspiracy They plot away In some secret mountain retreat Nestled in the Swiss Alps A chalet tended by deaf servants 1
a world less mean I can write a happy poem This I’ve always known Despite the part of angry me That reveals itself in my poetry There remains a child deep inside 4
fame The cheer of the crowd Loud… reaching low lying clouds Shaking the angels From their soft sleep Attention now drawn
not great expectations I expect little And I always find More than I need An abundance So easily perceived 1
rites seem wrong The rites seem wrong It gets in the way When I wish to pray I know there is a belief in me That has been warped 1
give or take Belief in what I know Indeed thin ice upon which to skat With much cold water and little ai My burning question has always been
cancer opposes capricorn The doctor’s eyes found the floor And with a voice thickened and tig Announced to me what I had alread You have cancer and will need trea There were three of us in that roo 4
to Roscoe My dog Hardly a fitting title For so vital a part of my life There is nowhere I go When he’s not under toe 3
surprising Uncle Marcus I walked through a graveyard It was dusk short of night I marveled at my sense of fright Expecting rising ghouls or bloody Sticking through the well trimmed 2
perhaps Three doors await along life’s corridor passage only through one a necessary choice needed to be made
