Poem 16

Friends...or enemies?

Friends

Seemingly nice

Seemingly warm

Seem to be kind and caring.

Why do they run

Why do they hide

Why do they turn their backs on you?

When you need it most

Their mouths are shut

No words of advice

Seem to whisper from them to you.

How can they do

What they do

It seems so cruel

So selfish

Makes no sense.

Friends

Who are betrayers

Are no friends

At all.

7/31/2004

Poem 15

Politics

Bunch of bull

Bunch of ridicule

Bunch of empty promises.

Nothing to offer

Nothing to give

Nothing to keep things going.

Everything to ruin

Everything to give up

Everything to crash and fall.

Left to dust

Left to non-existence

Left to us with no hope at all.

7/27/2004

Poem 14

Fears

Thinking

Of love, of life, of being

Of everything that comes to mind.

Afraid to live, afraid to die

To touch, to speak, to feel

To do anything at all.

Mind rushing, thoughts flashing

Through my head, my arms, my body

Through everything and anything.

Shaking all over

Scared to death

Body heaving

Mouth trembling

Legs quivering

Brain exploding

Crashing all at once.

7/26/2004

Poem 13

Pictures

A picture's worth a thousand words I'm told

What words can't begin to describe

The way I think, the way I feel

What my heart sees through my eyes.

The picture seems so lifeless

Tainted with color and fingerprints

Smudges gleam the glossy surface

The message seems to shine through, though.

Stories are told

Lives begin, tales unfold

Scenes emerge in my mind

Creating images that last forever.

Memories glide through my head

Rummaging, flashing like bulbs

On and off they turn inside

Moving swiftly on.

The notebook closes

My folder's shut

All I can see now

Are pictures fresh and ready.

Waiting for color

Waiting for truth

Waiting for their lives to start.

7/26/2004

Poem 12

The Drink

The Drink

Home for the weak

Refuge for the fools

The ones who seem

to think they're cool.

The Drink

Makes them gross

Makes them vile

Nothing they do

Is deemed worthwhile.

The Drink

Makes them crawl

Makes them stumble

All their dreams

Crash and crumble.

The Drink

Is their choice

Is their fault

Putting many lives

To a halt.

The Drink

Home for the lonely

Refuge for the poor

The souls who always

Need just one more.

6/11/2003

Poem 11

Memories

Looking out the window

All I see is trees

Sunlight shines overhead.

The impenetrable sun

Touches all it sees

Into gold.

Memories float by

Swift as time

Never looking back.

All those fun and games

Will now remain

Only in my head.

The way trees can just stay there

Endless, for all time.

Seems to be so simple.

I cannot picture

Even for an instant

The true world beyond.

5/29/2004

Poem 10

Time

Time

An agent of the universe

A progressor through the ages

Our never-dying brother

Who can see all

Taste all

Feel all

And hear all.

Time

An operator of goodness

A possessor of the evils

Our o'erpowering father

Who can touch all

Speak all

Fear all

And sense all.

Time

An usher of the order

A deemer of commands

Our evercaring mother

Who can heal all

Seek all

Brave all

And know all.

Time...

Who can be all.

5/28/2004