poetry is my remedy for apathy
strange how simple words can
cut away through my indifference

the act of creation in the written word
helps me connect to something greater than myself,
so slowly but surely my numbness subsides

poetry leads me into mystery,
where beauty can be found in
simplicity of a single moment

my mundane life flowers into
a spiritual experience,
when I flow into love and service

there is either apathy or poetry
in changing a poopy diaper,
pausing before saying a hurtful word,
and letting go the need to be right.

my life moves and quakes into new being,
and all because i let words flow in me and through me.
i am a living book bursting at the seams,
waiting to be poured out and shared.

spoken and written words break me out of isolation,
and sets me free.

two simple words cut through my apathy,
"thank you."

People gathered around
the huge gelatinous body (?)
A woman screamed:
"God has fallen! He's dead!"

Scientists poked and confirmed -
it was Him, the one and only.

The media quickly picked up the story,
but people couldn't hear the news
from the riots and breaking of glass,
the fighting raging outside...

Calls left too late,
his empty words on a blank slate.

Six syllables,
marked in a question.

No ***** given.

If I were you,
I would have spared a glance,
At that woman who,
If had the chance,
Would have shown the world what she could be,
Had she not been robbed of her dignity.

If I were you,
I would have noted,
How she was walking past the crowd,
Cold and unnoticed.

If I were you,
I would have thought,
Why she wouldn't smile
Even when the Sun was up?

If I were you,
I would have seen
How people were avoiding the dirt,
Thinking themselves to be squeaky clean.

If I were you,
I would have noticed
The longing in her eyes,
Dejected and melancholy.

And if I were you,
I would have gone to see
How it was only but her gaze that was with me.

She would have just smiled,
At my concerned eyes,
Because that's all she could do.

And if I were you,
I would have known,
Magic cannot be created by words alone.

And so I would have hugged her,
And watch her cry in joy.
Such wonders a little gesture such as this could do,
Who knew?

If only I were you...

Knees buckling
   He'd give up anything to feel her touch's healing strength
      But foreboding dreams kept showing things
          Movie scenes that seem to tear the seams of time itself and lay the twine atop of a shelf too high for him to reach
      He'd die in this moment if he thought it would help
    Some memories haunt so deep eternal sleep offers no escape
         Karma waits with ten million watt light bulbs to illuminate your every flaw
     Every argument caused builds a tallied wall there's no way out and they'll never fall
      Stuck in a room of doubt and sappy songs you can't sing along too because every tune brings her face back to you in vibrant hues

Death wouldn't help

This is Death

      Watching the light gradually die from your eyes
   Fabricated surprise on my behalf had you think that the sky was the limit
     You can't fly but a minute before you crash
     And when I'm not in the cockpit with you I'll laugh
     Like all our little silly jokes that no one used to get
     Your screams for help Will fall on deaf ears, **don't you forget

I wander down padded blue halls and hear cries
behind closed doors guarding our summer lies .
The boy outside with the gold hooped ear
calls it a ghost town
then takes another drag and tears
slip past his locked up frown.
I never knew his name

Sitting in the gutter
Cause its the only place to see
What guts are

Wondering does anybody
Fight for anything
Anymore?

Cause I don't see it

I see people walking past
Opportunity
Walking away from things
With ease
Cold feet
Treading cautiously
Feeding doubts fire
Going about Life so passively

But Hold up let's join a cause!

Direct our anger
Politically, racially,
at poverty and inequality
Donate some money
Rant constantly about
Overturning regimes
Then retreat back to apathy
Woe is me!

Bleeding hearts in their masses
Floating past me
In the gutter
Cause its the only place to see
what guts are...
And hearts
Cause no one has heart anymore

Where is the love?
Where is the passion?
The courage and the loyalty?
All Going about life so Half heartedly
And what can you do with half a heart?

Give it to Me

Cause as I'm sat here
Reading entrails like some gypsy
Passing judgement on you
A poor reflection on me

It seems I lost mine

So I embrace the pain
that migrates from
an empty chest to
A swelling stomach

Lift myself up from that gutter
And feel what guts are
Take half that heart
And see how far it'll take me...

**To make it whole