Former goals long before gone,
hidden in secret behind friends views,
a life in vain.
Doubtless efforts fruitless taken,
countless beatings endured,
still seeking path to milk and honey,
wondering if it hasn´t already resigned.
reduced to sheer nothingness,
not able to recognize it´s worth.
Neither happiness nor sadness,
behind it´s emotionless face,
killing time with dusty distractions
and waiting for something to happen,
that relightens a fire
well known in former days.
I can't see the ashes from the fire nor the fire from the smoke;
Nor can I see myself burning.
I nearly flew off the handle when my cigarello broke;
And yet my world kept on turning.
I'm uncomplicated with how I feel but a mess with what I want;
It hasn't even slowed my sighing.
I'll have to answer for all my poems to my insidious debutante;
Before the clock has done its dying.
I heard a woman can be pretty but a dozen are a choir;
So, what good chance on Earth have I?
I heard the best course on the menu is to resign loving desire;
So, if you ask, I will deny.
Standing still while
the winds of change
take my spirit high
Inner spirit jumps
at the chance to
journey into the sky
Soft whispers of grace
secrets of sun, moon,
Kissed by the Gods
my skin perspires
I'll shake them off
for you...catch them
as they fall
Taken from below
as I fly off into the night