LIFE ABATED.
LIFE ABATED.
Has life left me abated?
Forgotten and berated?
Is loneliness am I fated?
Is this what I have waited?
Is love no more without hope?
Is this forever how I cope?
Down a never ending slope?
Without escape, without elope?
My mate will I ever find?
Or have I been left behind?
Will you please to me be kind?
Look upon me be not blind?
Have you left me all abated?
Forgotten am I hated?
Am I ceased and ever dated?
Desirous of others unrelated?
HOW DO WE EXPRESS?
HOW DO WE?
How do we express
Our emotions to impress?
How do we undress
Our desires to caress?
Will our hearts together beat?
In our nights will our dreams ever meet?
I long our souls will ever keep,
That our love will never ever sleep.
We are, my dear, much too serene
As we live our days to each unseen.
Where is that life we only dream?
Is our urge for each a silent scream?
HEART’S DOOR.
HEART’S DOOR.
You have been transient.
With me be ambient.
You disappearing.
Come toward me veering.
Home is my offer.
We will proffer.
I beseech you not wander.
There is nothing far yonder.
Our time’s now together.
Our lives each a tether.
Come to me, come, away from the wind.
Your rootless life I beg you rescind.
Alone shall you pale.
Alone you will fail.
None to hear anguish when you wail.
Come to me, come, elusive no more.
All you need do is open heart’s door.
THE BOX.
THE BOX.
I do my best outside the box.
A box surrounded by the locks.
My thoughts will not be so contained.
The box believes it has restrained.
My creativity did escape.
Gifting me a wide landscape.
The box was mediocrity.
Confining unexcitedly.
Now I’m free a better me.
The box and I did not agree.
THE CREATURES.
THE CREATURES.
The creatures of the earth are dear.
Yet extinct they go by year.
Let them, please, not disappear.
The creatures of the earth sustain.
But we let them suffer in disdain.
Let them, please, their lives reclaim.
The creatures of the earth are rare.
On no other planet to compare.
Let them and us be common heirs.
LIFE IS NOT A VIDEO GAME.
LIFE IS NOT A VIDEO GAME.
Lfe is not a video game,
Though I wish it were.
Relationships would be tame,
People not innured.
My video game would have no glitch.
It would not crash.
Relationships would be rich
Not deleted to the trash.
I’d design the game for happy end:
No war, no death, no strife.
Everyone with amends.
And bounty so rife.
If life of mine were virtual play
There’d be harmony and charm.
Live it would we night and day
Where all would meet no harm.
But life is not a game so fine.
A challenge is life so sure.
Now I find this game of mine
Is real and not pure.
CATS COME CRYING.
TRYING
Cats come crying.
Are you trying?
Birds are chirping.
Are you lurking?
Dogs are barking.
Are you harking?
Fish don’t talk.
Oceans don’t walk.
Life is rife.
No time for strife.
Are you trying?
Please, no lying.
TODAY IS NOT TOMORROW.
TODAY.
Today is not tomorrow.
Feel no sorrow.
Today is not the past.
This moment will outlast.
Today is not the future.
The past we’ve gone and used her.
The present is the present:
Gift to find as pleasant.
Right now is all there is.
Search no further for what’s his.
Today is not tomorrow.
Time is not to borrow.
Today is not the past.
Dreams have long been cast.
DARK TO LIGHT.
“DARK TO LIGHT.”
Dark to light was I reborn.
The sun embraced me full and warm.
Dark to light I finally woke.
From death of night to me life spoke.
Dark to light I fully rose.
In my hand I held a rose.
Dark to light at dawn so bright
My lifeless eyes restored their sight.
MY PAST.
MY PAST.
My past is nonexistent.
My future nonresistant.
My past is dead and buried.
My future now is varied.
My past is non-important.
My future is not dormant.
My past no longer speaks to me.
My future is the verb “to be.”
My past is no escape.
My future’s the new landscape.
My past of me does not define.
My future draws with finer line.