walk life’s forest floor
and you will see human fear
darkness surrounds all
even one’s breath’s shrouded in
survival’s desperation
loneliness
god bless ye merry gentlemen…
unwrapping presents
sharing moments of laughter
all’s well in your world
a limited world
excluding homeless children
and those left alone by time
have another glass of cheer
like black elk…
all of my beliefs
all my passionate moments
gone from existence
no bed sheets…
poverty’s child
alone
sleeping on a bare bed
as days
turned
into years
a man
friendly with people
still
sleeping
on
a bare bed
maybe today…
an old lover’s dream
wraps hope into the new day
but nothing changes
but one voice…
can’t hear
own
thoughts
too much noise
trafficking
from
lies and hate
masking out
voices
in
pain
homeless dreams
some
wrapped
in
the currency
of
war
but
what
can
one voice
do
to rise
above
war’s cacophony
of
misery
though
a simple solution
one
could join
the choir
of
hope
sending forth
words
of
unwavering
belief
in tomorrow
that
grasps
the minds
of
social sinners
like
an old gospel hymn
swaying
the coldest heart
towards
redemption
or
offer up
such a sweet solo
of
truth
so
powerful
that
the walls
of
deception
crumble
into dust
revealing
all
that was hidden
that
my friend
is
what
one voice
can
do
so
rejoice
no hope orphanages..
child of the dead
your name has been lost
soon you will forget
their touch
and
the warmth
of
their words
these muddy fields
and
makeshift tents
are
you new parents
but
they will not embrace you
nor
seek to feed you
now
you alone
must do those things
expect only
more
tears
not really alone…
in the night rain falls
the wind’s whispers
lull your fears to sleep
and a forgotten lover
fills your mind with dreams
is there something missing…
have you found
your
dried tears
or
have they been
caught up
in the winds
of
time
circling
above
your tomorrows
but
falling
today
to blind you
like
an ocean fog
to
where
you are
or
could be
for the time you were…
Read Between the Minds 