You never call
and the wall you’ve built
has no windows or doors
to open so, I’ll just wait
quietly for now, as time passes by
wondering how, you lost your voice
maybe it fell from your mouth
only you can tell, but perhaps I’ll hear
the phone ring while I’m asleep
dreaming of the things we’ll say
like we did before, when, there
still was a way in, to your heart
Brighter days lie in wait
to lift you off bare feet
when you step
into their green
Golden sun warmly
wraps you in its rays
blending you
into sky so blue
Be Sure To Wear A Smile
If your heart
has lost it’s beat
search your soul
for new rhythm
then your mind
will slip into
something more comfortable
as you dance
to the music
of your life
Tin man’s at it again
heart-hunting for one
soft, tender, a little too big
no matter if it’s scarred
it could be the vessel to harbor
the hollow echo of his being
I’ve heard horror stories
of his heart lynchings
I hide mine deep within
for fear he may spy
the swelling of my chest
or notice the look of
with-all-your-might
love on my face while
my heart, the prey
of his emptiness
lies in wait
to be ripped apart
As he spoke
she watched his mouth move
looked at those eyes
thinking to herself
WHO are you ?
Not like, who do you think you are
though that certainly
would have been appropriate
But no, this was much deeper
like someone had stepped
into his body and taken over
She missed a good portion of
what he was saying
because her mind kept sensing
the incongruity of the image
standing in front of her
and the stranger that seemed
to subliminally present itself
She kept having the feeling
that introductions should be made
Then the question would vanish
from her thoughts
allowing her to
pay more attention
to his words
After it was over
she couldn’t remember much
just the sound of an angry voice
mixed with her own sadness
that a choice had been made
and still, that question
REAL LIFE, is now t.v. drama
it’s participants merely
acting out some pathetic part
They should be paid millions
Certainly the skills are much better
than those of trained actors
There are the ones who pretend
to care, as they manipulate
their so-called friends, parents,
husbands, wives, or partners
Some are experts at rationalizing
while others constantly pat themselves
on the back, as they puff their heads up
Then there are those who instead
of trashing the poor acting job
they have been doing, decide
they’ll play a new part
one of power and control
So, they begin to beat a poor soul
with a bat, in the dark of night
or steal a young child
sleeping in his crib
or kidnap and rape a teenager
as she walks home from
her school bus stop
or stab and rob someone
for money, for their drug habit
or shoot to kill any random being
that lines up in the rifle scope
So, who needs reality shows on t.v.
They are just child’s play
If you really want some drama
in your day, turn off the t.v.
and look around you
REAL LIFE is coming soon
to a theater called YOU
And so the war begins
between once-dreamed, warm ideals
and today’s cold, harsh reality
creating a massive front
A dark storm cloud
begins to drop its contents
into a heart
A stinging hellstorm
loud, relentless,
icy, destructive, and as
the turmoil draws down
all that remains
is the space between
