in your moment of regret…

the tomb has been sealed
only a memory’s left
no words can be heard
no old promises fulfilled
as they say you had your chance

 

 

discovered daydreamer..

when my dreams and thoughts
intersect during the day 
think not a madman
but one avoiding death’s stare
into his day’s existence

 

 

king george’s court…

there’s some confusion
’bout who when and where we are
this ain’t no england
and we ain’t no one’s subjects
but boston harbor’s still there

state of the nation…

it’s a police state
goose-stepping towards yesterday
corporate greed mandates
your share of national wealth
but it’s morally bankrupt

and then we were old…

just a short story
with multiple characters
that leaves you hanging
about the various plots
since it ends so abruptly

 

 

bank-owned property…

from afar looks fine
but vermin have destroyed it
democracy’s house
is a façade of freedom 
totally decayed inside

 

 

while others sleep…

stalwart protector
unscathed by blistering heat
never leaves his post 
guardian of the garden
a lizard among lizards

last embrace…

darkest emptiness
shallow gasping breaths of death
god’s grace now questioned
no way to calm the eyes’ fears
next embrace is not returned

 

 

jenga…

quite a simple game
pull or push for what you want
to get to the top
just like society’s rules
where everything’s tumbling down

error of judgment…

harsh words said to friends
casting them as enemies
lingers in the mind 
long after their flesh grows cold
then you’ll know your enemies