no one to call…

no one to call...

you’re lying face down
buried
in the mud
of greed
wondering
if
your life
could have 
somehow
been different
but
you’ve decided
that
it doesn’t matter now
all those
you called your brother
have been sacrified
for
your personal pleasure
so
you’re suffering alone
there’s no one
to call
nor
anyone who’d listen
that’s a choice
you
made
back then
love and devotion
just got in your way
so now
there’s no one to call

 

 

self-imprisonment…

maybe today

yesterday
when
i visited
aunt bea
i was looking
through
an old photo album
pictures
of
her
when
she was young
and
i asked
how often
she looked
at
the photos
aunt bea
said
not often
not because
memories
can’t warm
the heart
but
the things
you used to do
can end up
restricting 
what you do
today
they can build
a cage
that prevents
you from
exploring life
so
you have to
adapt
and
squezze
through the bars
of
yesterday
and
continue
to explore
and
enjoy
what life
has to offer
now

 

this ain’t no love song…

this ain't no love song

honey
everyone expects
lovers
to jot down
some romantic lines
about
their undying love
and
endless passion
but child
with
bad backs
artificial hips
and
arthritic joints
we’re lucky
to handle
passionate kissing
and 
stand up hugging
time’s taken its toll
lord knows things ain’t perfect
but you’re my pure joy