Burning Bridges

Looking at life
Don't know what to think
Tired of pushing your stress
To the edge of the brink

Wanna pull the plug
You need a drink
You don't want to agree
But sometimes it is true
Love does stink

Burning bridges
To the ground
Sometimes you can't start over
Until it all falls down

What's so hard about
Girl meets boy
Can't get no Satisfaction
From a vibrating toy
All you want
Is your portion of joy
How do you start over
When too often it all gets destroyed

Burning bridges
To the ground
Sometimes you can't start over
Until it all falls down

Mother and Daughter Tears Are Cried

Mother I see your strength
It makes me cry
If you don't see a tear
It is because I cry inside

Mother I see your weakness
It makes me cry
If you don't see a tear
It is because I cry inside

Daughter I look forward
To where you will be
Knowing you carry
The best of me

My strength and weakness
Are part of you
You will sense
Their presence
In all you do

I hear your silent cries
We are joined together
In the places we hide

Our hearts are
Bound together
In mutual pride
As we cry
Side by side

Sucking Sand

Sucking on sand
In view
Of a clear running stream

Searching for an oasis
While drowning
In the American dream

Trying to love what you hate
Starving for what is noble
Only eating what is served
Off the marketers plate

Jumping at hoping bunnies
Mistaking them for rats
Hungry for an ankle to bite

Choosing depression
In a world
That is full of delights

Autumn Leaves Spring Forrest

Autumn leaves
Clinging to trees
In a Spring forrest

Holding onto the dry and withered
When life wants to sprout wild and new

Sun lit and watered
Ready to grow
The Breath of God
Whispering
Time to Let Go

The familar belongs to yesterday
Tomorrow is illusive as air
Today is the only day we get to share

The Man Inside

Every poem feels like the last
Birthed from a man
Who lives inside myself

Attached like an appendage
A partially integrated soul
Recording abstractions
From an artist being made whole

Seeing and feeling
Giving the ordinary meaning
A parasite giving life
To the host he occupies
Searching for truth
Where lies abide

Once given voice
He looks for affirmation
While claiming dissent
Through poetic imaginations

A seer without a brush
Using language to create a hush
From guts moved by words
Be they sublime or absurd

Until silence falls
On this poet
One day
No longer heard

Saying Too Much

Saying too much
Is a habit I have made
But I rather take a risk
To say what I want say
Than to wonder if
I should have said it
On some future day

I will express Love
Not as often as I feel it
Unfortunately for many
Love is a feeling
They can't deal with

Trust broken
Words too often spoken
Hollow and shallow
Nothing but a shadow
Of the reality I hope I carry

But many souls I know are harried
With activity for livings sake
Not experiencing the love
They should take
Or the loneliness they could forsake
If love was expressed at their hearts gate

Head Feet and Stomach

My head and my feet in a tussel
Time to get up
But don't want to move a muscle
Probably need some coffee to guzzle
If I don't stop complaining
I am buying a muzzle

Esther yells Don
It is time to eat
I never knew a stomach
Could intercede

Invade Evaded Truth

Truth invaded and evaded
With words that are not lies

A Marine Says
I hunt bears because
I no longer hunt men
I share it as food
With my daughter and son
The truth invaded
My killings not done

A Manager Says
Work Sunday
Your 75 hour work is incomplete
The truth evaded
I don't care if you live or die
I have corporate control
Therefore I won

I Say
This is what is going to happen
If you do this or that
When the inevitable occurs
You avoid the facts
Truth evaded
All that matters
Is covering your back

These are the memories
I am recording from this week
Logic evaded with flair
Real truth avoided as if it is a snare

My hope in humanity
Is not diminished
Time with truth evaders
Soon to be finished