Haunted city streets,
Where the not yet dead,
Meet.

Comin' out at night.
Like zombies from the grave.
Haunted Eyes,
With no sight.
Haunted lives,
Enslaved.

Eyes that shed no life,
Look into black holes of death.
No mercy in their strife,
None 'till their last breath.

Haunted lives,
Living on the run.
Living on the street.
Haunted by the sun.
Haunted by the heat.
Living lies.
Haunted Eyes.
Bottle fed,
Needle led.
Living dead,
Have Haunted eyes.

A poet walks into the coffee shop.
He buys a cup, and has a seat.
A head walks into the coffee shop.
With eyes so gray, like wet concrete.
A chick walks into the coffee shop.
Her clothes so bizarre, an' tight they fit.
A dude walks into the coffee shop.
All tattooed, an' a ring through his ***.
A girl walks into the coffee shop.
Her head shaved, to the skin.
A homeless one walks into the coffee shop.
He looks so bad, wonder where he's been.
A straight walks into the coffee shop.
Wide eyed, and lookin' around a lot.
All wacko's an' ******'s, at this coffee shop.
My kind of people, more likely than not.
A rent-a-cop walks into the coffee shop.
Ready to evict, those who've finished their last sip.
At the coffee shop.
I drink my cup-o-joe, an' leave a tip.
At the coffee shop.

I ride a crazy train of thought.
Tryin' to get lost,
An' never to get caught.
I jump from track,
To track,
An' back,
An' forth.
Never for certain,
Of my course.
I arrive,
At the end-of-the-line station.
Just to find,
That it was my destination.

I ride a crazy train of thought.
An' the engine's runnin' hot.
A loco-emotion of thinking.
My wheels goin',
'Round an' 'round,
Clackity-clinking.
Off into the horizon,
Go these endless rails.
Sometimes leading to,
Dead end trails...

Angels possess me.
Demons ****** me.
An' what's even worse,
Is it just might be,
Visa verse.

The past haunts me.
The future daunts me.
I guess, in the present tense,
I'm just too hesitant.

The T.V. News don't really tell me much,
In half a breath.
But it still scares me nearly half to death.
It just might be an' overreaction,
Of my big imagination.
I guess I read too much between the lines,
Just puttin' too many thoughts,
In other people's minds.

I see visions of Glory tell.
An' I see visions of gory Hell.
I see black.
I see white.
But what scares me most,
Is what I see at night.
I dream of wonderful things.
But some of my nightmares,
Would make you scream.
I listen to the silence,
An' try not to hear the violence,
Goin' on all around me.
The dead aren't always buried underground,
You see.

Door slams shut.
Heels clicking,
Echoing down the driveway.

Gears grind.
Tires squeal,
Rubber burns.

Mother is gone.
Father is alone.
And so am I.

Train rolls on by.
Whistle blows.
Hear a child,
That doesn't cry.
Anymore.

Pain burns so deep.
Can't find it.
No more.

Silently weep.
Tears must keep.
On the inside.

Now Mother's here.
And Father's there.
A child they share,
Apart.
Tear apart.

Tug of war,
On the heart.
Family feud.
Feed the child the ammunition.

Mother's always so fair.
But Father doesn't care.
A child lost,
A child tossed.
Upon the waves,
To the islands shore.
Island of isolation.

There is a child's fist,
Inside of me.
Clutching tight to what my dad said,
When I was three.

I remember that night,
My mom walked out the door.
To leave my dad for good,
And forevermore.

I was very sad,
That she was gone.
My dad turned to me,
And said "Son,
You're a big boy now,
And big boys don't cry.
So wipe that tear,
From your eye."

I carried that message,
Throughout my life.
Through all the pain.
Through all the strife.

Tears did not fall,
So easily.
Stuffing all the hurt,
Deep inside of me.

A child's fist,
Grips fiercely tight.
To a wrong,
That I must right.

Received the papers today
Served cold
Without emotion
All white and black
And still the unknown
Almost signed like a package delivery
Almost

Reviewed
Everything clinical
Legal words
Legal meanings
Legalities

Dead words
Dead feelings
Dead inside
Dead love
Just a physical reminder
The loss of a dream I once had

Now mixed emotions
Muted
Subdued
Relief
Sadness
Anger
Joy
Sorrow
Grief

She­d a tear in the shower
Just one
Sad that it’s come to this
A relationship worth just one tear
A solitary tear for a solitary love
She once said she loved me
If that was love
I don’t want her love anymore

We talk
About It
How to proceed
Without anger
Without hurting
Without fighting
I’m done fighting
I fought for too many years
Fought for respect
Fought for my rights
Fought for her to understand
She couldn’t
I wouldn’t
We don’t

So here it is
In writing
Stamped
Signed
Delivered

The start of
It’s over

At least we can
Begin moving on
Start to separate
Untangle the broken bonds
Broken dreams
Broken hearts

The loss of a dream I once had