Life as a Circle.
Life, A circle, I wish it were.
We’d be superhuman being able to correct
All the mistakes, but would we really inter
Our weaknesses causing our lives to wreck.
God, why did you create us?
We trip on the same tether lines
One over confident other a wuss.
Down along this road narrowing as it whines.
Smile. Gesture. Laugh.
Smile.
Gesture.
Smile.
Gesture.
Laugh.
Poor guy experiencing America for the first time.
What does he think?
They talk of drugs and tequila and sexual organs.
Mentes en cuneta. Si?
She broke a tooth on the toilet up heaving.
Another danced naked at a friend’s house.
I am disheartened expecting the cream of the crop
Here surrounded by mountains, coal, and crops.
"There’s no difference back home." I whine.
Got to be a way.
Got to be a different way.
"What is it!" I cry.
Smile.
Gesture.
Smile.
Gesture.
Laugh.
Poor guy experiencing America for the first time.
We use a diccionario, paper and electric
But the barriers remain.
I want to give him (Francisco) a positive example to take back with him.
I slept for a half-hour
After staying up till dawn
Listening to my friend,
Coming back from a high.
Confess his wrongs and guilt
To me. He says
I make him feel guilty.
We talked of our girls and ourselves
Concerning personality.
"Hush little baby," The band plays. . . .
Reminding me to hold him and her and him and
To rock them sweetly singing Your song.
Blanket of Comfort
I don’t want the world to see me.
They just don’t understand.
I may not be what I appear,
And I don’t want to talk,
Right now.
I want to wrap up in the warm blankets of my mind.
To curl up in a comforter
I know the color of.
But I can’t just be here
Because it isn’t enough.
If I could only affect people without being with them.
No! I can’t.
Then, I couldn’t see that I take and
I’d never know the minute difference I make.
Rock Ballad
Tell me that happened
To your world
Who invaded your borders?
You’re too scared to show your heart.
Too scared to get tore up and teared up
Too scared to care
And trust anyone with your feelings
Except the stranger on stage
Who isn’t strange to you at all.
He knows your pain
That’s why you sing,
Jump, and twist your neck
Till the rock ballad enters your soul.
The song makes you fill whole–
Complete. After all the
Hate that has stole your heart and ran.
You say, "Never again,"
I choose to say,
"It’s a new day."
Someone one wants you to cringe
When I hug you. He is the one
You sing about and laugh.
He’s real all right.
He laughs at the rift and the
Excited froth of black clothed boys.
The passion overwhelms.
The resolution in your rough voice
And wet eyes. You consume my thoughts.
I am in love with you and your devotion.
You are forgiven. Can’t change nothing past.
But start over
You can.
It’s hard.
You have the power.
I sense it.
You can.
I sense your passion my friend,
But where’s the hope in darkness
Other than to be never bothered.
You will lose the possibilities
And get smothered.
Follow me or who I follow.
There is Hope.
A better life waiting to be grasped.
Concrete Sidewalk Meditation
On my concrete porch step looking at the simple pebbles,
I dig to great depths to watch the metaphors as they settle
We are like the pebbles in the concrete
Connected all by love, lust, trust, and deceit;
Set into stone way back when
We bit the fruit and chose to choose sin.
Odds and ends of shape and size but all seem to fit.
Gravel of different colors: Slate, sand, and granite,
Walked upon by thousands, eroded and worn
Some rocks chipped off and torn
Away from the others. Watch as they cloister.
Fear consumes, not seeing the sand in the oyster.
Black monsters, we call ants, force us to panic
All a fallacy we are stronger than them, just manic
As the water collects and drowns some of us.
We keep hold of memories of the past as we must
But then never let go; the water stays, recessing our surface,
Slowly we go mad only washed away as the Flood immerses
A new generation breaking through to meet the firmament,
And our lowly selves wonder if we made the slightest dent.
My Dream
My dream is shattered pieces of broken mirror never glued in the first place
The sharp pieces taunt me as I look into them
I scream to release the guilt, begging for mercy,
prostrate next to my bed on navy carpet:
Lost in an emotion sea that crashes against me
Broken promises staring me in my face as I see the Faceless Man.?
"I really do care, my friend. I really do!"
Forgetting things I planned last year. I can start over?
Mercy given. Mercy taken, cherished;
I am your child, no other’s.
Grace sustains me, builds me as I hide away
Promising again to be significant in their lives.
Teach me the words to whisper to them.
Tell me the times to listen.
Surround me in assurance not in me
But in you.
This Morning
I was looking for you this morning
Didn’t see you.
I miss your love.
I do have emotions you know.
I threw the thieves and backwards bankers out of my house
The day I rode under the gates and over branches
Thrown by innocent children.
I cried blood in the garden outside the city limits.
I was looking for you this morning
Didn’t see you.
I miss your love.
You’ve found someone else to hang onto.
I know you’ll come back around.
But the agony you go through tears my mind,
And I feel so lost because I don’t need you,
But your love makes me feel so good.
I was looking for you this morning
Didn’t see you.
I miss your love.
I hear everything there is to hear,
But you didn’t talk directly to me today.
There’s no phone line to up here,
But please talk to me.
I want you to because I love you.
I was looking for you this morning
Didn’t see you.
I miss your love.
What if
Conscience, a voice outside your head, would you follow?
Thoughts, headlines judged in court, think the same?
Eyes cable stations, send grandma a TV guide?
Street beggars saw your tax forms, add more bills?
Total daily hugs posted on a billboard, embrace the stranger?
Browser history emailed to friends weekly, still visit them all?
Weren’t able to thank the man who pushed you off of 7th St. and died in your place, say thanks before every meal?
Someone that cared greatly for you saw everything, do the things you know not to?
Sleeping in the Vale
A hunter green pasture floods my bucolic valley scene.
Rabbits and squirrels search for the perfect shrub or acorn
The mothers gobble down for their babies not ready to wean
All fragile resting, sleeping, back home: the newly born.
The waist high, wild grass gives shade to the small,
But I require the umbra of an oak
Verdant and alive, foliage full and tall.
The tree shivers, as I near, shaking its cloak.
I lay gently down besides its base
The whimsy grass makes way,
I recline, finding a comfortable place.
I close my eyes. Everything fades to gray.
I am ashamed
I am ashamed
I am to be blamed
When my brother goes down
And I turn around
I am ashamed of the Gospel
Because I know they sell
Bibles and song books
And I know it looks
Like its just opium we are on.
Maybe, but it’s Heavenly spun.
With no side affects.
I am ashamed
I am to be blamed
When my brother goes down
And I turn around
I am ashamed that my friend
Has to hold another girl’s hand
Because no one loves her like they should
If you think you could
I would like to try.