abilene paradox…

how has time
changed
you
what dreams
have
you forgotten
or
abandoned
leaving
empty spaces
in
your heart
and
mind
seen by some
as
a far away look
or
just plain emptiness
that
you
cannot explain
to
those who ask
is there something wrong
a question
rarely answered
in
truth
just the typical offering
of
empty platitudes
things are fine
nothing to worry about
couldn’t be better
or
some other
verbal detour
from
the truth
served up with a practiced smile
but
closing your eyes
you can see
that empty space
but
you decide
to
move on
into
the new day
without
what’s been missing
for
so long

 

pronouncement of death…

gather up the clouds
so we may darken the sky
another soul’s died
no one ever known to you
just another nameless face
but i implore you
to offer a simple prayer
that those loved can heal

 

valentine’s day question…

who are
all
the love songs
for
are they for
those loved
or
those loving
a sort of
lover’s
autosuggestion
to
justify
illogical actions
and
denial of
what soon
becomes
all
too obvious over time
that
love
is
a temporal event
that
sways
to and fro
like
a pendulum

 

just an old poet…

don’t write me
no epic poems
bout life’s struggles
don’t
need
your words
i lived it
and
don’t tell me
how
some
shiny city
on
the hill
awaits
me
cause
there ain’t no bus service
from
this part of town
to
there
oh your voice
still
resonates
with
hope and faith
but
you’ve yet
to
really
start your journey
after
you’ve toiled
in the smog
of
injustice
and
hate
for
a while
then
try clearing your throat
and
say those words
again
hell
did you really believe
there was a chance
for
unity
even when
a wannabe dictator
tried to overthrow
the government
with
murder and mayhem
congress
couldn’t join together
to do
the right thing
so please
read your optimistic
onomatopoeia lines
to yourself
cause
unity
has not
or
ever will be
possible
when hate
is seared
into
the hearts
of
people