Pick and Choose Inspirations

Speaking, I hear your voice
Wish you were here, maybe this year
A phase I tried to believe
The distance moves forward
My mind gathers you like garden herbs
You call this work
Tearing down my defenses
You should have tried building them
Better plans have failed
But do you think of me
Is it unfair to ask your future
Maybe this year
I hate long goodbyes
Please someone decide

Feet

Toes dip in the water begging for the waves to notice
Dip, pull back and dip again
Sitting on the shore
Always watching, always there
Nervous toes and waves that come and go away again

Frustration
Feet jumping up and down on the wet sand
“I’m here, I’m here!” they yell in silence
Waiting for the waves to notice and maybe stay
But not so much that they’ll drown

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Voice of a dreamer
The chill of the night
Mirrors of strangers
Reflect all the light

Look at the vision
Of the unknown face
Loneliness and heartache
Drift off into space

Ageless songs
From across the sea
Turn tides and desires
But never for me

Forgotten and buried
Invisible in sight
In front of your face
And hidden by fright

Ghostly whispers
And heart beats despair
Wishes and horses
Are lost in thin air

Devil’s Whore

Roses red for the devil’s whore
Chained to his bedside, his service, her chore
Lustful and hateful and guilty as sin
Delicious and vicious
With always a grin

Roses red for the devil’s whore
Luring the innocent down to his door
Gracious and salacious, tempting their soul
Malicious and seditious
Devouring them whole

Spring

A breeze in the window
The sun through the door
Says the cold of winter
Shall bother us no more

Gathering branches
Walking in the wood
Hands dirty from nature
All being as it should

Darkness

Gaze not directly into that bright light
Your soul is darker that you would ever allow
Avert you eyes! and answer to the shielding darkness
It comforts and wraps you like a blanket
Gaze not directly into that bright light

Sick

Empty faces everywhere in the darkness of my room,
The pain in my head won’t go away.
Will I live or should I die?
The screams come from my mind.
A tunnel vision kaleidoscope view of the world won’t get me by.
Why should I even care
As time flows through my hands?

Sweet Troubled Soul

Sweet troubled soul
Pat her on the head and
Don’t forget to feed her
Inside she is numb
At least that’s what she keeps telling herself
Sweet troubled soul

What is the cure?
What will fix her heart and
Broken wings from the fall?
She thought she could fly
Singed feathers from soaring to close to the sun?
What is the cure?

Look there, she stirs
Reaching for salvation
But salvation never comes
Faces always change
No one loves her much or stays for that long
Look there, she stirs

Strange Days

The arms of a stranger are not your own
Put your hands in your pockets and hurry on home
There’s no one there to greet you as you walk in all alone

These are strange days
Strange days

You call up a friend, now what will she say
About everything that you’ve been through today
But her line keeps on ringing, well, you didn’t need her anyway

In these strange days
Strange days

Light a candle like in your dreams
to burn away the sadness or whatever it may mean
Then just lie there or write out the words just like me

On these strange days
Strange days

Questions

Heavy weighs the heart
Uncertain of the future
Questioning every move
I have made.
What is driving me?
Is it fear or anger
Love or hate
Laziness or doubt?
Sometimes it’s too easy
To put aside the new
Elements exposed
In ones day.
Only time will tell
If I will bang my head
Wishing I had not been
As hasty to ignore.