1. The Weary Wanderer
Two children I watched while I stood,
Merry and playful, without a burden.
Their innocence strikes me,
I am but a weary wanderer.
Fretting and frowning I have been,
Musing the pink hue from my cheeks.
Of many dark valleys my life has been,
Whilst I succumb to endless worry.
O! When shall my tired eyes perceive the hopeful light of day?
2. The Dark Forked Road
Many miles I have walked,
On roads unpav褮
A fork I come to,
Not knowing which way I must take.
Decision I must make,
But each choice I like not.
Leaden with weight my heart is,
Their evil countenance
Many events have bared.
Weary my mind is,
For a tired road I have walked.
Out into darkness I stare, and not a glimmer to be seen.
Amid wastes I need wisdom, may God guide my heart.
3. Despair
Despair, Despair, what art thou?
Wherefore art thou so cruel?
Wherefore dost thou take life and spirit?
Van Gogh, Gauguin, many others,
Doth fall by thy grim and crushing hand.
Wherefore dost thou continuest thy black quest?
Despair, Despair, what art thou?
Wherefore art thou so cruel?
Wherefore dost thou take life and spirit?
With thy shadow thou blockest out all light,
Even strong minds doth succumb to thy will.
Wherefore dost thou continuest thy black quest?
Despair, Despair, what art thou?
Wherefore art thou so cruel?
Wherefore dost thou take life and spirit?
4. A Young Lad of Seventeen
A young lad of seventeen,
Lay asleep in a chair.
?Twas not evening nor morning,
But noon hot and humid.
He did not move nor flinch,
His body slumped in his seat;
Head tilted to his right,
His face grim and sad.
Not a picture of a
Youthful seventeen-year-old,
The poor young lad,
Overburdened by work.
It robbed the life from him,
And left him exhausted;
Of energy he had none,
Every last ounce drained.
Physically and mentally
He was overwhelmed.
The battle ne?er was his to win,
A young lad of seventeen.
5. Thunder Without Rain
Awakened by thunder
On one stormy evening
I rise from a snooze
Amid dimness and gloom
So uncharacteristic
Of six o'clock.
For a moment
In twilight hour
Angst gripped me
A sense of fear
Just plain blind fear
Shook my spirit.
Thunderous evening
Stretched its hand
And howled and roared;
Lightning flashed
Forked tongue piercing the sky
Alternating bright with dim.
Like some forewarning
Before a bloody battle
Fear struck in force
Straight at my heart.
This terrible evening
Of thunder without rain.
6. Heavy Heart, Weighted Pen
Nib is weighted,
Heart is heavy.
Loathe to write,
Dwelling in silence.
Melancholy
Amid chatter,
Sadness reflected
In frowning countenance.
With reference
To Shakespeare,
Vexed the heart is
With conflict.
Nib is weighted,
Heart is heavy.
Loathe to write,
Dwelling in silence.
7. On A Train Back Home, Yet Nowhere
The world passes before my eyes,
Green, blue, white and grey.
The birds frolick in the skies,
The wind adds to the fray.
But I stare into the world,
Green, blue, white and grey.
Into darkness I am hurled,
Drowning in Thought's ocean.
Disconnected from the world,
Green, blue, white and grey.
It is still; I am moving,
Yet in time I am immobile.
Alone in the world,
Green, blue, white and grey.
Tell me, tell me,
Where is my place?
8. Detachment and Departure
Conversation, silent I am.
Activity, still I am.
Lightheartedness, pensive I am.
Detachment.
Nothing I have left to give, when I would have wanted to have given.
Nothing I derive from giving, for I have nothing to give.
An empty shell remains, with nothing to give, and receiving nothing.
Departure.
9. The Lone Rock
Night turns to day,
Day to night.
The lone rock
Remains.
Windswept
Rain-pelted
Pounded by
The elements.
The lone rock
Remains.
Naught takes notice
Not even
The shortest glance.
Amid frigid wastes
The lone rock
Remains.
Unattractive
Its surface is
And difficult
To break.
But who knows
What lies inside?
Gems
And precious metals?
All remain
Trapped,
Unexplored.
For better
Or for worse?
Is that which is trapped
Kept safe?
Or is it lost
Perhaps forever?
Can anyone see
Or reach
What lies within?
Or,
Will anyone?
The lone rock
Remains.
10. Time
I so much want to look at you
But I can't.
I so much want to hold you
But I can't.
I so much want to tell you
All that I wish to.
But I can't.
It is not time yet
Or maybe that time
Will never come.
How long more will I
Be able to withstand
The choke
From myself
Within myself.
High and low
Rollercoaster fashion
One day
After the next.
I cannot say anything.
I can only watch myself
Think
And think about you
Everyday
And that is all.
It is not time yet
Or maybe that time
Will never come.
11. I Belong...Not
I came across a child
Charming
Sweet
Cute
But I could not comprehend
Her motivation
To be
That way
I did not belong together
I was not
A child
Like her
A long time ago
Something
Inside
Died
Maybe I could have been
Like her
But then
Too bad
I came across more
And I felt
Out
Of place
I did not belong together
WIth them
In fields
Of flowers
A long time ago
I gave up
And went
Underground
A long time from then
I could not
Take
The darkness
I started to explore
A way up
But I was
So tired
I was not like them
And being so
I had not
Their energy
A long time ago
Something died
A long time from then
Resuscitation is
Hard
I still do not belong together
With the children
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