more than lonely…

it may be
hard to believe
but
there are some people
who live
life
without windows
to
their hearts
never seeing
love
or
beauty
living
in
the solitude
of
fear

 

 

there’s something wrong…

when we don’t fit in
we’re seen as having problems
convinced to believe
that there’s a cure for different
so we pursue an array
of promissory treatments 
all pavlovian
designed to make us conform
to society’s
cast of what our life should be
so sameness is rewarded
but being different’s punished
love will be withheld
confirming there’s something wrong
thus posing questions
of one’s sanity and worth
but there’s really no known cure
for being a unique soul
in difficult times
unique souls are our leaders
but when fear subsides
different becomes what’s feared
so the only thing that’s wrong
is what’s called conformity

 

 

saudades do rio…

slow shadow dancing
the streets
of
rio
where
promises have died
and
dreams are just graffiti
scrolled across
a church wall
a heart’s sadness
plays
from a mandolin
while
a guitar offers
chords
of hope
both
know the tune
all too well
how
love fades
and
lovers lose
what love
they had
all
that is left
is
slow
shadow dancing

 

 

surrendering…

in our depression
when doom’s finally accepted 
we die before death

 

 

maybe tomorrow…

one day
we’ll all
wake up 
alone
we’ll hear
those familiar sounds
morning birds
how the house
seems to wake
alongside us
it’ll be then
that
our hearts sink
and
our eyes
realize
we’re
in bed
and
truly
alone

 

 

the cat…

first of all
i should note
that
the cat
never seemed
to
trust me
so
when i would bring
my old friend home
from
a concert
for
he could
no longer drive
at night
i couldn’t help
but
note
that
as i helped my friend
to the door
i could see
eyes peering
at me
from the darkness
it was
the cat
and
the cat
would only enter
the doorway
after i
had left
the immediate area
now
i’m not a believer
in souls
and
such
but
i must admit
the cat
seemed to be
linked to
the old man’s soul
and
as evidence
one night
the cat did not
appear
days went by
and
still no cat
neighbors searched
as
did i
but still
no cat
i presume
the coyotes
finally got
the cat
a natural process
but
none the less
sad
oh
now for the evidence
without the cat
the old man
seemed to quickly fade
becoming more
dependent
upon others
as if
he’d lost
one
of his lives
the cat
never
appeared
and
the old man
disappeared
into
heaven’s ether
i
presume

the wait…

unwanted time spent
alone with yesterday’s fears
shadows of nightmares 
cast upon an empty space
where a lover should have been

 

 

unanswering silence…

when life’s gone awry
and prayers are all unanswered
the soul’s enveloped
in a darkness where no sounds
of hope or joy can be heard

 

 

not a new thought but…

what we’ve known the best
is what we will miss the most
when we suffer loss

 

 

passing thought…

easy to regret
but much harder to forget
when love is what’s lost