Now I remain a polished stone
The river coursing around me
In soft and easy contours
Yet my life was not always known
By this harmonious flow

But craggy and rough, long ago
Struck ten million times
By rocks and sand and more
My smooth and glossy skin, I owe
To turbulence and tumbling

Even water alone shaped me
By sheer endurance and patience
Grinding and wearing
Turning me into what you see
A smooth and polished stone

So wonder not that you feel worn
And feel struck by blows undeserved
Count this for a purpose
For with the tossing you are born
A smooth and polished stone

Even if eyes fall
On warm and soft
Smiles

Even if fingers grip
The warm and soft
Skin

Even if words heard
Are warm and soft
Spoken

I’ll still slight the stone
For seeing only you
For feeling nothing after you
For hearing the end.
That cold and hard
Lump.
I’ll still slight that stone.

So many people worry only about themselves
Their worries and problems over-ride anyone else
It don't matter if you're married or alone
You're caught up in your own little world, don't you know?

It doesn't matter who you hurt along the way
As long as your happy, or it's hell to pay
You start to believe all your treacherous lies
Beautiful on the outside but ugly deep inside

There is A Stone Where Your Heart Should Be
You give a dollar to a homeless man on the street
But you only do that when everyone else can see
To prove a point and make yourself feel clean

You want the recognition that comes to you
You always say, ' I help out, you know I do.'
You only lend a hand when someone is watching
It's only your ego that you want flaunting

But the fact remains you only worry about yourself
Who can I manipulate? Make them think I seem to care?
The only thing you really have is a heart of coal
You even lie to yourself and believe what you told

There is A Stone Where Your Heart Should be
People that really care don't ask for awards
They do it because in the their hearts, they believe
It's the right thing to do and it's not about money

So when you look in the mirror before bed tonight
Ask yourself if your doing what is right?
Think about it and try to just believe
Is there A Stone Where your Heart Should Be?

© 2019 Michael Messinger(All rights reserved)

orange dewdrops chase your tail
follow you oh so quietly
the stone fox creeps into your world
trails behind you ever so slightly

patiently
your message waits for you to pick up the phone
you need to know so you may reap what you have sown

you are never alone.

I have a stone
As smooth as a bone,
In my sky rocket.
More precious than a diamond
Though it doesn’t shine,
In my sky rocket.
You gave it me in the garden
When we were weeding and planting,
A “Lucky stone” you called it
To remind me of you,
Wherever I go and you can’t.
So, I carry a stone
As smooth as a bone
That is you,
In my sky rocket.

All are dancing slowly
This masquerade
A gala
Yet
All is in great discord
Among the orchestra
One is out of tune
Yet
None seem to care
To hear the broken melody
See the chip in the stone

Cover it up
With a little paint
None shall tell
Besides the meek little pup
Soon it shall faint
One shall yell
While the rest
Ring, ring, ring the bell
Dancing in discord
To the broken melody

Pulling out a flask
‘Neath the rows
Folk chatter and ask,
“Isn’t something off?”
While the other throws,
“Neigh!” then one does quaff

Shine a light
Alone the floor
Hold one tight
For one shall sing no more
Grasp it
So one may not fall
That she would not permit
Not a’tall

Sing, sober dream
Whisper your whims
Through a beam
On a limb
The lullaby
Child doth cry
Sing, sober dream
Sing, sing,
For ‘tall must end
One day.

- Jay M
September 12th, 2019