ONCE, you had a dream
NOW, you are only sleeping
WAKE and dream again
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LOOK, all is not lost
HOPE shines light through your darkness
YOU illuminate
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Category: poetry, poem
Leaving the grocery, I was told
I have a beautiful green soul
by the guy with a space
where a tooth should be in place
Then, as the car began to roll
Mumford and Sons sang Away My Soul
I thought about what all this means
how I guess a soul could be green
At the movie theater nearby
I was helped by a guy
who, when looking into his eyes
I witnessed the most beautiful green
soul-windows I believe I have seen
So taken was I, I told him so
as he handed me the tickets to go
I then hurried on my way
for it was a special day
where years have passed since our first date
so we had good cause to celebrate
But I’ll be happier still with this fate
if he is truly, my beautiful green soulmate
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
April spills her rain
Mother Earth drinks it all in
turning a bit green
But it suits her to a tee
as she shows off in the spring
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
It can start as an ache
or a choke on the intake
It becomes something you make
even, a reason to bake
But it could turn out to be fake
worn with no give, only take
Then havoc will wreak
where, all for its sake
a vital part begins to break
until the day you awake
to the monstrous mistake
and simply, give it the shake
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
