You said you loved me
and I believed you
You said we can talk
Then took no notice of me.
You said you cared
I was convinced.
And I thought I could treat your pain
But it turned out to just be attention
and depravity
and manipulation
and deceit
Maybe I’m just naïve,
Because I trusted you.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC
In a dream,
I see the raven
fly into the night;
his dark song beckoning
from his beak.
Shiny black wings promise
flight,
but to where?
I watch as the
pair of doves bellow
their songs of love
and with a rush of
angels wings
fly heavenward.
I hear the
bluebirds and
sparrows little hum of
hope fade softly into
the afternoon sun,
and I wonder,
what does it all mean?
Then I see them, and
many other kinds of
birds, with beautiful bright
colors,
Parakeets and parrots,
eagles and herons...even
a dodo and they are
all rotting in cages.
Some of the cages are
open,
others are closed,
but all the birds are
lying on their sides,
sad dead eyes,
staring blankly,
finished and flightless.
and I get it.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
(pulling back the curtains)
looking outside
looking for hope
looking for the way to cope
looking at a tree
thoughts of hanging a rope
the window
reflection of a widow
her head slopes
the window
lays
an envelope
the note
she clears her throat
it begins to rain
she whispers my name
with no blame
with no shame
i love you
the
same
the window
(the curtains close)
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 9:37 PM UTC
I found this
old hat at
the Salvation Army.
I liked it, it fit well;
kind of Sinatraesque.
I've received lots
of compliments.
But it doesn't stop the
cats from screeching in
the night.
It can't quench my
thirst.
It will never bring
my Mom and Dad back.
It's just a hat.
It can't fix my
relationship- it won't
break the horse or
heal
Lautrec's legs.
It won't give Vincent
his cobalt blue dreams or
give back Poe's
Annabelle Lee.
But
it's my hat and
I like it.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
Don't tell me you love me,
If you don't see a future with me.
Don't let me fall for you,
If you're not planning on catching me.
Don't make me any promises,
If they're all just empty.
Don't make me feel loved,
If you're gonna use it against me.
Don't take my heart,
If you're just gonna break it.
Don't promise me forever,
When you really mean good bye.
Ash
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 9:37 AM UTC
The Father of the Earth awoke,
And gave a gift to each of his sons.
The first was knowledge,
So that they might triumph.
The second was will,
So that they might rage.
The third was hope,
So that they might endure.
And his sons gazed on high to ask,
"Why?"
And the Father was silent.
For no answer could justify the pain that would be his final gift,
So that they might see what it is to be alive.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
Silver clouds
Summer rain
A change of pace
in quarantine.
I look beyond,
majestic skies
I long to wander
the great outside.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC