To walk the barren rocky lay,
across the tattered lands,
brought madness that which came to stay,
inside the broken sands.

Carved from among ruins
rummaging deep within my memory
transfixed on determining what is
this I must somehow come to find.
A journey starting from unknown
places, destinations I only will
become to realize when I arrive.
Knowing soon will dreams
become reality.
All will be well
All will be as I prayed.

We travel thru many of
time's bizarre moments
not knowing how to
handle the trials.
More often than not
those moments are spent
feeling rejected, or alone.
We fear the outcomes
as hard as they seem.
Transparent to no one
left to endure the surprise
to our own self.
No attempt to made to
feel love or acceptance.
A hardened heart resides
where once compassion reigned.
If for only a moment despair
lived here.
Praying for a better world
hoping for a miracle.

Along the by the byways
of our endless thoughts
traveled far and away
infinite ideals, valued
only to those who
afford stand firm
in beliefs unsolved
but for self am I
cherished in  a
blanket laced
with possibilities
unblemished.

My thoughts have vacated me
gone somewhere I
have not been told.
Gone for no reason.
without a hint of goodbye.
Suddenly, for I feel alone
left in a world where
I belong not.
Searching for answers
as to my reason here.
I barely know the questions'
much less how to find answers.
I fear for the darkness
I think may prevail
in what my thoughts may become.
Where do I turn
for my time runs short.
No longer the youthful
razor I was once.
Years have taken me
and my thoughts away.

through slumber presence I fall
into another world or dimension
places which may be unknown to me
faces I barely recall or notice.
I travel thru highways long and cold
at times upon some I recall.
destiny unknown or why
for I just sleep
my inner being accepts all
which falls ahead.
I control nothing in this
sometimes darken journey.
I'm only along for the ride
for soon I'm sure to awaken,
to what was familiar to me
before this journey to nowhere,
took over my rested slumber.

Marty
7/31/2013

If ever the moment comes
when my steps have
become few and light
when my ability to walk
at all becomes a chore,
promise me you’ll remember
the many steps
we shared together,
the many places where
we strolled hand in hand
admiring God’s beauty
in the people and places
along the way.
Promise you will walk
those same places and
reflect on the many
memories we made,
sharing life and love together.
Promise you will stroll
just as we did
the same enthusiasm
the same magical wonder.
Promise me your steps
will not be heavy or burdened
with sadness or dismay.
For never were ours
when we strolled these paths.
Promise me no matter if
ever we stroll together again
you will never forget
our many walks
and never allow
your steps to be silenced.