Just A Chip Off Of the Block

My father was a working man
Toiling past year seventy and five
Work perhaps the drug keeping him alive
If a man don’t work he should not eat
But also a man needed love and sleep
Yet in every picture he did not look tired
But would shine with twinkling eyes and wide smile
Though I think he was weary and often lonesome
Cause times when he was teary and would drift alone

I am a working man
Trying to carry my cross pull my load
Do the things that were learned and told
If a man don’t work he should not eat
But also a man needs love and peace
I find myself smiling in every photo
Yet the expressions only hide my tired soul
Sometimes I get weary and can’t catch my breath
Cause times I am teary and see my father and it scares me to death

Lioness

Style without substance
Color without brilliance
She drove my soul to forgiveness the way she was
Her locks encouraged my dreams and images of lust
Beauty without brains
Clouds without rain
She hurt my mind listening to her shallow thoughts
Her maturity masked only by age had come to naught
Grace without contemplation
Structure without foundation
She lit the wick deep in my soul
Her touch made my mind loose all control
Life without mission
Eye sight without vision
She set my flesh eternally on fire
Her will her pleasure became my sole desire

Could Have Been Anyone (but wished it was you)

With the rain and fog it could have been anyone
The shape the hair the style the stride
Or perhaps it was just the elements having fun
Cause I wanted it to be you deep inside
Walked fast as possible through rivers and lakes
Soul soaked with tears that had been forgotten
The shadows that appeared to be you only a fake
My heart betrayed my vision forsaken
With the darkness it could have been anyone in the rain
Wished and hoped that it would have been you
So I could explain my hurt emptiness and pain
But perhaps the next shadow the next figure will be true
Running fast as I could away from the spot I was deceived
Tears vaulting faster than the spring down pour
Bankrupt emotions revolting and thick as thieves
The distress flowing through my veins to my core
With my state it could have been anyone
Dreams of seeing your smile your eyes once again
It perhaps was the pranksters that won
Cause only my tears replace the torrents of rain

Missing You

Writing this poem to you
From the beach’s edge in my cell
Reflecting on how far away you are
How many miles separate it’s so hard to tell
Writing this poem to you
Hanging only by a thread
Here relaxing in a scenic paradise
Wanting to be there with you instead
Writing this poem to you
Watching a tender slim sun set
Here getting my soul rejuvenated
But it’s you I cannot forget
Writing this poem to you
Viewing the vastness of the blue sky
Thinking of the love that I have for you
Wishing you were here by my side

Perpetual Winter

Wish it could stay cold and snow
Spring remain buried in the blanket of winter
Blossoms unborn seeds that won’t know
Bird never to return the warmth not allowed to enter
For you are gone there can be no spring
My heart still barren like the pregnant trees
For you are not here my soul cannot sing
My heart doomed to staying on wounded knees
These icicles that hang from my emotions dripping
But the blood runs cold through my veins
These seams in me slowly ripping
Dried from the touch of baptizing rains
Wish the sky would stay shades of gray
Winter winds chill both man and beast
Rivers remain still and the snow stay
Sunrises invisible to those facing east

Good Morning

Swimming in between the shadows and light
Evening whispers gently sweet peace and good night
Consciousness disappears where darkness burst at the seams
Floating on clouds between sheets in the land of dreams
Time now an oasis made of circles and spheres
Hearing with my eyes and seeing with my ears
A stretch a roll a wink a yawn
With my next breath the pillow swallows me and I am gone
Flying over rivers of forgotten wishes
Dancing in the kitchen with silverware and dishes
Lost in the forest of faces from my past
Standing on a barren beach my shadow is cast
Falling from a cliff far above cloud seven
Drowning in the brilliant light from a warm heaven
Inhaling the sweetness of a blossom on mars
Kissing the gentle fruit of a wilting flower
Found in the valley of your thought
Skipping across seasons of comfort and draught
Running from the monster in door number four
Laughing at the expanding seams in the floor
The phone rings I answer it without opening my eyes
But there is no one on the other end of the line
Wonder if it was all just an occurrence the realm of a dream
Or was it genuinely the phone a real thing
Not knowing the answer fade into the welcoming sheets
Trying to take pause button off to repeat
Rivers are calling to me to join their swift current
Storms are yelling to me to dodge their fierce torrents
Oceans are whispering for me to trace their limits
Mountains are encouraging me to seek their summits
Caves are motioning for me to explore their cavity
Clouds are telling me to join them and defy gravity
But it is only one night and that one is almost over
It will take years to eventually all these stones uncover
The adventures the journeys disrupted by the alarm’s ring
A new day is birthed abruptly once again

Chasms

Sometimes my past holds my future hostage
Dreams placed in chains in solitary confinement
Emotions left in an envelope with no postage
And constant cycles of growth and refinement
Sometimes my soul is fighting the same devils
Aspirations captured in familiar traps
Paths that keep me at the same levels
And disallow me to follow the detailed maps
Sometimes my heart holds on to its scars
Plans that are masked by yesterday’s words
Thoughts left starving dying behind bars
And my mind cowering from what it has heard
Sometimes the straight jacket of thoughts binds my mind
Visions that are too far for my reach
The path the sighs are too blurred to defines
And the chasms and walls to great to breach