Just a lonely girl
With a heart to share
Just a single boy
Smelling love in the air

She looks to the future
Hoping for a feeling
He looks behind him
The hurt sends him reeling

Time is the playing field
On which they play
Floating towards each other
Getting closer each day

He casts away his mistrust
Of those who might hurt him
She makes the effort to be seen
As someone other than victim

Finally the day comes
And their feet shuffle together
On the crowded street
Their love floats close like a windswept feather

An errant glance is all it takes
For fate to link their hearts
But a commotion on the street
Causes their paths to part

This love is over before it began
Too many distractions to take
Away their future and replace
It with a happiness that’s fake

Over and over repeats the cycle of abandon
The lonely know all about a life spent alone
Too little to escape and change their fate
But just enough to make their tender heart moan

The cry of an empty heart echoes at night
Filling the streets where the happy stroll
Filling their deaf ears with a reminder
Of how sadness left unheard selfishly takes its toll

Take me back to the cool summer mornings
Where the leaves fluttered with the breeze
Best friends, there was never a truer pair
Of better days there were none

Take me back to the sun’s triumphant return
When it’s first rays kiss the tranquil water
And spread the heat of passion to the rising world
Inviting us all to take part in their romance

When the side of the road was a gateway to our fantasies
We were free to dream and free to live
Among the playful rhododendron and the staid oak
Days melted away with the heat of life

If the wind on my face could bear my spirit
I could return once more to this time
And be content with the robins and blue jays of above
And the rabbit and chipmunk contemplating from below

But, it is not to be, wishful thinking is all
For today has its own magic, but no one knows the spell
Only yesterday can be uncovered, tomorrow hides anew
Under a new sun, who has yet to court the tranquil water.

The leaves turn grey
as heartbreak rises over a troubled world.
The travails of flawed champions
would triumph if they could be so bold.

But the wind stings the tender cheek
even as the hand reaches for the heavens.
So this beleaguered soul plummets
from tarnished heights to these fallow gardens.

And so I watch over this gentle miscreant
with the world in his sights and his eyes closed.
Unwilling to pull aside the veil
afraid of turning his writhing heart cold.

The decision to rebel
is planted by lecherous hands
Left to cultivate in a mind
with far loftier plans.

Stars shine on in a night sky so black
you can see the truth.
What is that light but an interruption
to progress so blinding
the sun blushes–
as if another light vandalized
our ever darkening sky.
Closing out on reality,
opening up to ideals,
it’s the rays piercing through the layers
and the yea-sayers nodding
off to sleep in a darkness so deep.
When the genius strips off the latent,
flexes its manifest intelligence,
and puts down thoughts
that flare into the darkness.
No effort from a sun fibbing eternal.
The end might come but the hand
who writes eternity can’t see
the end coming.
Who are the geniuses
expelling the light
and who are the receivers
not likely to admit their stupor
for fear of fantastic phantasms.
Fleeing from their folly,
straying into strange, insipid
serials, unending, not rerunning–
only growing obese with weight
Of chances not spent.

Go with the flow
till you hit that status quo.

No brainer just remainders
of ill-advised blunders.

Of new life and lewd thought
our best efforts for naught.

This new decade lies empty
of waste there is plenty.

So much to discover
in the arms of another.

Loneliness runs rampant
an old youth lies penitent.

Wishing for the stars
indebted to the bars.

No faith in a system
just divine intervention.

Two lines smothering one another
is this what we’ve become?

In this age of impure saturation
has a course of purity already been run?

Teenage angst squatting on new life
no excuse for self imposed strife.

What must lie at the end of a thought?
Is there any consequence
to a slowly turning clock?
Do the days turn slower
when the sun looks elsewhere?

A hand grips my mind,
its sinewy fingers clench
the wrinkles and folds.
Once active synapses
fire out into a blank abyss.

The power goes out
in this new part of town
while the denizens lay dormant
with nary a twitch to turn them out
they remain clueless to progress.

Humanity slips from the fingers
once clenched around autonomy.
What becomes of the individual
when society can’t find its way in?

Does the world spin on, uninterrupted,
or is there a new impetus for some small change?
Does the inaction of one, cause reactions from many
or do we slip by unnoticed, mere drops in a stream?

A bone breaks but the body stays whole.
A heart breaks for another but their bond
remains whole.

In the heartbreak of love
there lies a glimmer.
A shimmer that nestles in the eye
of the broken
until it glares out the ugly,
broken truth;
and only leaves the pleasant lies
in these saccharine eyes
there is a better truth and a better life
for the broken.

The truth is for the whole
and the whole crowds out the broken
until no more truth remains
for the countless few who lay claim
to little
and claim affection for less.

So in this strange ether
there is no longer a choice
for either truth or happiness.
There is only the light in the distance
filled with happiness
and thus, spilling forth truth.

Truth will never set a soul free.
A soul never yearns for freedom
while their mate stays captive.

It’s the shackles of the everyday
that bond us to one another
and strip us down to our core
until all that’s left is the truth.

So this truth is not universally accepted.
It is not shouted from the rooftops.
This truth of the heart can’t be found in a book.
The truth we all find at the tip of our tongue
is best found with the last breath before
exhaustion.
In that last breath before we join our Creator
Is the essence of our being;
and in this discovery, we find who we are meant to be.