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
Category: metaphoric
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
Never searched for the limelight
though I still might
shine
sometimes
like sunshine, warm and bright
or become some starlight
twinkling
eyes blinking
But I choose heartlight
buried, out of sight
glowing
ever flowing
all day, then like a nightlight
hoping I just might
be a guide
while I reside
to set things upright
in love’s true light
its ways divine
not silver, not golden, nor lime
just true, and pure white
It’s a mind game; it’s in our minds
Yet we’re fool enough
to blame it on another part
It’s not about feelings; it’s choice
that drags out the beatings
of our brainless hearts
we wait as you grow
watching, waiting
for the seeds you’ll sow
waiting, watching
it is what we chose
watching, waiting
so this story goes
waiting, watching
at times it seems slow
watching, waiting
we weep like the willow
waiting, watching
but somehow we know
watching, waiting
our love will echo
waiting, watching
in your tomorrow
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
