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
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
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
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
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
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
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
perhaps Three doors await along life’s corridor passage only through one a necessary choice needed to be made
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
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
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
judgement “Judgment” How cruel the word in this less than perfect world Giving allowance to all measuring by absurd standards 3
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
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
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
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
Survival It holds us well An unbreakable spell Cast long ago In evolutionary creation “survival first” 2
fame The cheer of the crowd Loud… reaching low lying clouds Shaking the angels From their soft sleep Attention now drawn
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
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
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
not great expectations I expect little And I always find More than I need An abundance So easily perceived 1
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
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
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