Mid-morning waiting, there is nothing
no ringing phone
no new texted message on my touch screen
things have grown so far apart
senses slowly weakening, becoming useless
all that was wanted was a moment
just a small piece of time,
that was yours....to give....to someone
to perhaps love
yet never can anyone stand face to face
seeing that person would be more than they could handle
some time of committed response
a bust of joy for some
and then also you come across the overwhelming want
a need
a ***** in the skin
some people call it sick
others scream about the enlightenment
explain to me in your riddles
your light rhymes
possibly your jingling laughing tones
what it is that you seem to have left behind
for communication has flown from the window of your mind
gone are the days where a voice is heard
no longer do you speak thru those hands
that at one time talked in gestures
like written notes on a sheet of music
you were such a flourishing being
grinning and laughing along in the day light
speaking of all that could, all that would, all that possibly might
revolutionary, the whispers still cling to the walls
when people would say, visionary
artist, the cause of such change
you promised.....with beautiful clear eyes...you promised
yet always it seems there is some let down
a painful realization that these promises will never be fulfilled
that you fill heads with ugly needless swill
just another puffy stuffed peacock rattling on about words
words..... that you cannot even grasp
that you cannot even write
Always waiting, being so still
hoping that something will happen
why not make it happen?
why continue to waste
when ALWAYS we are let down
is it the deadly seven that have us in their grip?
can we not be the revolutionary beings of tomorrow
can we not rise up and stand for something more than a greedy dollar bill?
yet.....
always, it seems....no, always this is true....we fall under the spell
of someone, some being, that will honestly never tell us the truth