Woods

What I saw
In the woods
Really
Wasn’t good!

In shock
I stared
I froze
I was scared!

No sense
I could make
Of the scene
By the lake.

This feeling
I was getting
Was new to me
Palms were sweating.

Why’s my body
Reacting this way?
It reminds me of
Modelling clay.

Should I tell
What I saw?
Or revisit the memory
A few times more?

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Miraculous

It was someday
Back in the nineties
Playing basketball
With Joe and Mikey.

The sky turned white
The clouds, they parted
I wasn’t winning
But was about to get rewarded.

The ground disappeared
I projected into the sky
No longer could I see
Joe and Mike.

Suddenly I felt free
Weightless, unearthly
Highly important
Beautiful and worthy.

Then I met my maker
My giver of life
Who welcomed me in
With a gleaming smile…

Red Sky Rain

Staring at the red sky
Following the rain
Don’t I write so beautifully
When I’m in pain?

Adorned with gold flecks
Illuminating the sky
So far from the ground
But are you really that high?

Really, you’re doomed
Locked up, suppressed
Did you actually believe them
When they said you’d get the best?

Put the pen down
Stop writing – turn off the light
Stop living in a dream
It’s time again to fight.

 

Living Life

That’s the life
They teach us at school
Get top grades
Don’t be a fool.

Go off to college
Get a PhD
To get a top job
And start a family.

Work your way up
Get to the top
Earn enough money
To support ma and pop.

Take vacations
At least twice a year
With the wife and the kids
And toast over a beer.

Far from reality
Life isn’t a breeze
Yet that’s the expectation
They feed us, with ease.

Don’t settle for less
What if less settles for us?
What do we do then?
That, they won’t discuss.

Life gives you lemons
Just make lemonade!
I wish it was as simple
As it is to say.

 

Hypoxia

Can’t even sleep on it
That’s insomnia
Draining my life
Just like hypoxia.

I’ll tell the truth
But I need to think it through
Somewhere along the line
I fell out of love with you.

Go back to October sixteen
Hairline fracture
Jesus, please help me
Take me in the rapture.

The rug got higher
Uncomfortable to walk upon
I know you can’t feel it
But the mess isn’t gone.

I can’t take it back
I really can’t front
I have to be honest
But I don’t know what I want…

Indifferent

Truth be told
I’m no longer sad
I don’t feel to yell
Even though I’m mad.

I can’t answer
When I ask myself why
All I know now
Is I don’t even feel to cry.

Once was a time
My mind was blown
Didn’t want to leave
Now I’d rather be alone.

Keep your distance
Your hands to yourself
Lately I’d much rather
You touch somebody else.

Expect disappointment
One thing I learned
Set my expectations too high
Then I got burned.