I once had a pet fish
I set it free
For it did not seem right
To keep something
So alone
In such a small space
So far away from home
And maybe
Just maybe
I was hoping
That fish
Would someday
Be me
Friday, January 18, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
In Vain
Words are but fleeting thoughts
Strewn about time and space
With hopes of reaching an ear
To keep them from being in vain
Images that may be real
Or maybe an illusion
With hopes of being seen
To keep them from being in vain
Reaching out to touch
To be touched in return
With hopes of feeling something
To keep from being in vain
Life with all its splendor
Also comes with much despair
As we hope to leave something behind
To keep from being in vain
Strewn about time and space
With hopes of reaching an ear
To keep them from being in vain
Images that may be real
Or maybe an illusion
With hopes of being seen
To keep them from being in vain
Reaching out to touch
To be touched in return
With hopes of feeling something
To keep from being in vain
Life with all its splendor
Also comes with much despair
As we hope to leave something behind
To keep from being in vain
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Vision
My eyes can see
Vision unclouded
The day is crisp and clear
Light and shadow intertwine
Wind blowing through the trees
At last I see what I could not
Directions finally guide me
Details in full view
Yes I can see it all
Thanks to my new glasses
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
All We Have
Fleeting thoughts of a desperate mind
Turning to days gone by
Yearning to once again be free
A vain attempt to fly
Ever growing doubt and fear
Supplication for the soul
A desperate plea with voice unheard
To once again be whole
Consciousness fading quickly
Dropping into the abyss
Darkness surrounds the heart and mind
Thinking all we have is this
Turning to days gone by
Yearning to once again be free
A vain attempt to fly
Ever growing doubt and fear
Supplication for the soul
A desperate plea with voice unheard
To once again be whole
Consciousness fading quickly
Dropping into the abyss
Darkness surrounds the heart and mind
Thinking all we have is this
Monday, January 14, 2013
Questions in the Dark
Sometimes when I lay awake
Thinking of nothing
My mind strays
And I ponder what lies beyond
Where are we going?
Why are we here?
The thought passes in the dark
Sleep evades me
Like the answer to the questions
That ask themselves at night
Thinking of nothing
My mind strays
And I ponder what lies beyond
Where are we going?
Why are we here?
The thought passes in the dark
Sleep evades me
Like the answer to the questions
That ask themselves at night
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Rhyming Desk
A pen, a duck, a bell, a ball
A bottle of isopropyl alcohol
Mixed nuts and a watch as well
Bubble gum with cinnamon smell
A keyboard and mouse
All inside my house
On my desk is where they rest
With a printer to my west
A whirring fan is in my ear
And an office chair beneath my rear
I type and think and type a poem
If only I could rhyme a word with poem…
A bottle of isopropyl alcohol
Mixed nuts and a watch as well
Bubble gum with cinnamon smell
A keyboard and mouse
All inside my house
On my desk is where they rest
With a printer to my west
A whirring fan is in my ear
And an office chair beneath my rear
I type and think and type a poem
If only I could rhyme a word with poem…
Mindful
So tired that I couldn’t sleep
So hungry that I couldn’t eat
My mind was racing in circles
I was going no where fast
I closed my eyes
And I thought of you
My mind calmed
My pulse slowed
And the world washed away
Because sometimes
Your love is all that I have
To keep me from being
Someone that isn’t me
So hungry that I couldn’t eat
My mind was racing in circles
I was going no where fast
I closed my eyes
And I thought of you
My mind calmed
My pulse slowed
And the world washed away
Because sometimes
Your love is all that I have
To keep me from being
Someone that isn’t me
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