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
Thank you for waking me From my slumber I do not live without you I must be read To be alive
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
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…
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
“Judgment” How cruel the word in this less than perfect world Giving allowance to all measuring by absurd standards
Three doors await along life’s corridor passage only through one a necessary choice needed to be made
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
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
The cheer of the crowd Loud… reaching low lying clouds Shaking the angels From their soft sleep Attention now drawn
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…
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
Time you thief robbing me so I never felt a lost moment or your rushing me forward
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
The flames leap higher eager, young and ever reaching for the sky And as the fire dances its dance We elders sit and watch