I bought these flowers
to brighten the room.
Then watch them wither
and shrivel to gloom.
Exceptional, still
they brighten the room.
In death as in life
how they still seem to bloom.
Monthly Archives: August 2020
A yes or no answer
Walk gently,
spread love.
Like Wicker Passed Round Midnight’s Mass
I dare not blame the 14 Hands
for feelings I have felt
Where midnight and I meet
the moon’s shadow can’t dispel
In daylights saving grace
I justly feel that I have felt
like wicker passed round midnight’s mass
each hand is doleful dealt
A mother cries out for her loss
It’s a shouting match, Liberty song
It all depends whose side you’re on
An 80’s flick, a telethon
The donors can’t afford
A peaceful march is a riot for
The higher ups keeping score
A father dies, a baby’s born
To a family torn apart
A mother cries out for her loss.
A brother vows vengeance.
Humanity what have we done?
Another brothers grave is dug.
It’s a quick escape, getting drunk
Do what you can, never enough
It’s a 90’s jam, a slogan sung
To another civil war
It’s a house of cards, a hand of fate
A demonstration turns to hate
It’s a feeling I just cannot shake
It takes all I’ve got to watch
Wake me up when it’s all over.
That’s no longer good enough.
It’s getting harder to be sober.
With history books full of blood.
Talking by her car
Talking by her car — that night
our intuition brought us together —
I never wanted to leave.
Her guiding light
What I cannot see
in the dark of night
within myself
is another’s plight,
she finds me there
her guiding light
my luminance
in the dark of night.
Where valleys lay and peaks do rise
Beams of light which dance on my wall
Aligned with the sun I know they’ll fall
Deep within my own hearts embrace
Like shadows cast I’ll leave not a trace
Where beauty fills the untrained mind
My love, my dear, sweet dew resigns
Each blade of grass from which we crawl
Is timeless, still, the moon does fall
Where valleys lay and peaks do rise
Is where my sight and yours align
And to the depths, the deepest sea
Like an anchor rests, my heart to thee
Away with it! To soil!
What I do not understand
I take within my coil
Squeezing till all life is lost
Away with it! To soil!
For what I do not understand
My only wish is this:
Take note, this hiss is just of man
A snake would never toil
Where the shadow once lay
I wonder, thought the boy
where the shadow once lay
If I were a scholar
what more could I say
Where angels now rise
the devil’s at play
Curious, thought the boy
where the shadow once lay
Onward to the sea
I cried a river yesterday
Said the mother to her son
So that today we could float
Onward to the sea
Words Of An Average White Male 