i can remember…

i can remember...

the old man’s smile
has not changed
over the years
tho it comes
less often now
he spends his days
repairing an old boat
that surely
will never sail again
nor will he ever be able
to handle her at sea
yet he continues to love
as only lovers could understand
for though what is remembered
can never be as it was before
the love
has not changed
and
he still remembers

 

 

saudades do rio…

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

 

 

maybe tomorrow…

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

 

 

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

 

 

for some semantics…

for some semantics

i was telling aunt bea
about
a friend
of mine
that works
in a nursing home
and
how she said
that
some elderly
are
so confused
that they talk
about
people who’ve died
as if
they’re still alive
aunt bea
took a deep breath
and
said
there are people
on the periphery
of
your life
who’ve passed on
that we say
i knew them
but
there are others
whose love is so implanted
in our hearts and souls
that they are
always
talked about as
i know
so and so
for you see
they are
still alive
a living memory
of
true love

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

 

 

an incomplete picture…

an incomplete picture...

we all have self doubts
questioning
our value
in life
and
to others
questions 
we
can never
truly answer
for
our merit
is
in the eyes
of
others
who
rarely
feel a need
to
express
what’s obvious
to them
and
they are certain
we see
what they see