Left abandoned
A piano sits
In the forest
A civilized memory
Lost in the war
Stirs in the mind
Of a wandering soldier
With hesitant steps
He approaches
The beaten old piano
Strikes a key
Tries to play
But somewhere
Along the way
The song was lost
And the notes soured
The music has gone
And the soldier
Marches on

Back away from the keyboard
Release your grasp in the mouse
Put your hands behind your head
Now slowly put down the cellphone
I said,
put down
the cellphone
Close facebook
Stumbleupon
Youtube
Shut it down
Back away
from the
Addicting
Consuming
Obsessive need
To be connected
To people
A thousand miles away
To know the details
Of a person’s life
When they don’t even
Know your name,
Unplug,
your mind
From the cyber world
Save your words
From A slow death
In
the comment section
Disconnect
From the internet
And Connect
Connect to real people
Who live next door
Or go to the community center
Volunteer
Play with your children
Pretend you are a child again
For in this world
It really doesn’t matter
How many “friends”
You have on facebook
How many videos you watched
Or how many likes your post got
So disconnect
And connect

The telephone poles
Stand wistfully
Over the decimated plain
They remember the time
When they lived as trees
They remember the time                                        
Rivers ran clear and free
They remember the men
That cut them down
The men that turned
All rivers brown
They remember the wars
That took the men away
They remember the blood
And the chaos in the fray
They remember the riot
Of bomb and gun
They remember the quiet
When all was done
And so they stand
The future forests
A testament
To what once was
And what could have been

I stopped to watch her
On the road I walk to mass
The one I prefer

Awaiting the summoning bell
Her beauty blossomed and called
Her golden hair tumbled and fell

Framing the so radiant face
Fair as a late summer rose
The courtesan of Dunvalace

Her slender hand settled in mine
And I heard the church bells ring
And I turned from the holy shrine

She led me to a small dark room
And I fought long for control
As I surrendered to my doom
She said “Penny for your Soul.”

I had forgotten how the wind can shake a tree
And how water flowing sets you free

I had forgotten how tides ebb and flow
And how quickly the sun melts snow

I had forgotten the feel of sand on bare feet
And how to make snowmen from sleet

I had forgotten the earthy smell of spring
And how the wind whistles and sings

I had forgotten you know
That you love me so

The battle has been won
They’re too late
The darkness covers everything

Dawn breaks
New light new hope
The troops rally again
The darkness gets into formation
A swirling pattern
Marked out across the dusty ground
Unhindered by large rocks

But they are doomed now
The Dark troops attempt to hold their ground
The light comes from all sides
The light is too much

RETREAT
A general cries
As the darkness falters
They fall back loosing ground

Until noon
Then, slowly they fight back
Taking back ground they’d lost
Their battle formation is made anew
As the day ends the shadows expand
Away from the wrought iron gate
Covering everything

But tomorrow the sun will rise
To push back those swirling shadows
And the battle will begin anew

Silently
She dances
To the
Music
No other
Can hear

Unseen
She moves
Through her
Carefully
Painstakingly
Choreographed
Pattern

Lustfully
She gazes
Into
The world
Full
Of people
Of sounds
Of sights
That ignore
Her

Desperately
She wishes
Longs
To be
One
Of them
Seen
Heard
Understood

Eternally
She dances
Hoping
Dreaming
To be
More than
The shadow
That she is

The winds whisper tales of far away lands
Of palaces, seas and beaches with sands
Of kings, of queens and brass marching bands
The eagles sing about the heavens above
But my favorite tale is the one from the dove
She tells me of a land far far away
And what a little girl saw one morning in May
Sally wandered through the park
Though it was getting dark
And she saw over there
A lady with feathers in her hair
She thought it odd that
There were feathers but no hat
So sally asked why
And was answered with a sigh
The hat is still there
It is you who cannot see
Or perhaps you simply
Cannot believe
It’s alright child
You’ll grow up soon
Sally was puzzled
And very confused
She glanced away
While she mused
When she turned back her gaze
Sally was quite amazed
The woman with feathers
In her hair
Was no longer there

The water rushes down
Pounding the rocks below
A thunderous roar
The water cascades
Races down the rive
Relentless
I stand
Mesmerized
My mind held captive
Beneath the roiling waves
It is anger
And it is peace
Opposed yet unified
I think
On things lost
Chances, friends, lovers
I mourn
The churning water tumbles
Down, down, down
Cold and harsh
Serene and welcoming
The waters calls
The water falls
Spiraling down
The water calls
I answer