In circles convoluted still We poor dumb puppets turn; The wind, a thief Of voices, screaming That which once was ours- A shrieking cry more animal Than man. Time itself is dancing on The puppet master’s strings.
How can I face the passing hours, Years and days still slipping by? How to confront the creeping seconds, Measured now for those I love? How to accept that time is flowing, Sweeping past my outstretched palms? The few who are left are slipping through my hands.
Frail blades waving, soft in the wind A triumph of Earth over Man Strength from the weakest Whose whispers are lost In the tramping of conquering soles. A tuft of grass springs from the pavement, Alone between the cars.
An orb of fire hanging by a thread From the heavens, straining towards the earth Some comet frozen distant in the past, A captive bound in time’s eternal dance. Its partner ever spinning, spinning, A silent counterpart to fire’s rage. The sun sets in a pool of melted gold.
Some are for a lifetime Some last but a day Some will leave for anger Some will move away And some will die and Leave you only lonelier next day
Some are kind and gentle While some are brash and bold Each one irreplaceable: A candle you may hold Until it burns out And leaves you cold
A rare few burn eternal, And they’re magical as such, But the search to try to find them I have found hurts far too much. So we live life lit by candles That our frozen hands must clutch Until they burn out In a rush
A crowded room The buzz of voices A scent that you remember From long ago Memories rise like ghosts, The dead come back To haunt your hard-won peace. Someone dared to wear The cologne he wore When he said goodbye
Put guns into the hands of children Put bullets through their hearts Soldiers killed before the war’s begun those who were to carry tomorrow’s flag Lie buried beneath their elder’s feet How many lives in the name Of justice, Revenge, Or greed?
A labyrinth expands before me, Its only prize, the truth; reality Awaits the shrewd of mind. At every turn lie misdirections, One wrong choice and I am Lost, for perils lie ahead; Webs of lies lie waiting for their prey. I pray for wisdom that I may not fall, Misguided by a ghost I thought I saw; My own illusions turn me from the light. The path ahead is cobbled from the shadows, Bits of truth among them shining gold, The only light to guide my weary feet As Darkness beckons me with gentle hands. Temptation offers respite from my search: “Sit down and rest, poor ragged traveler, you search in vain For worthless lies. I tell the truth; One as beautiful as I is honest, sure.” I pay no heed. The truth is rarely beautiful or pure.
Dear future self, Someday I’ll meet you When I look into a mirror, And you’ll know it’s me. Remember me? That silly ingenue who Didn’t understand The ways of life. Dear future self, Please don’t hate me Twenty years from now. Sincerely yours, The past
How many times have I said the words? Whispered them, shouted them Silently inside, Where only I can hear, So nobody answers? Help me! I’m not strong enough. Save me, hold me close and safe! Don’t you see how close I am To breaking? I am the vase on the edge of a shelf In an earthquake.
Brother, can you spare a dime? Have some pity for the poor You are lucky, don’t you see? But you are blind. And though you look to Find our woes, You do not see, You do not care, You do not know. You are lucky, but to that You’re blind. Brother, can you spare a dime?
I pour my heart out on the page My pain and anguish inky red My anger black as dark as hatred Shadows seeping creeping in I tear my hair in screaming terror None can see how young I am Just a girl afraid of darkness Shadows seeping creeping in On the outside mask-like features Smiling tell the world their lies On the inside breaking cracking Shadows seeping creeping in So spin on world and leave me aching What care you for who I am Just a girl afraid of darkness Shadows seeping creeping in
flower petals softly fall to land about my feet and cover up the blood and tears I know abide beneath their soft pink silk is pure and clean before it hits the earth but red with blood and black with hate as time plays out its curse and I just watch in silent pain as petals fall like snow the blameless victims in a war that lays our people low
Buzzing jumbled garbled speaking Noisome nonsense pressing in Laughter anger curses feelings Pouring out in heedless din Tumbling torrents words and phrases Lines and essays floating by Waves of sound sweep past my eardrums Pressing closing passing gone
So, to be, or not to be? Well, what is it to be me? Who can say, and who can know, I am everywhere I go. I am who I listen to, I am everything I do, I am what I think and feel, All I know is not what’s real. Who am I, and should I be? What is it, really, to be me?