Suddenly the static…then nothing.
An alter-ego, unhinged.
Your split was misconceived,
as most would rather bathe in ignorance,
and wade in shallows of the misunderstood.
Tag: poem
Dandelions to Babes
Out the door, I pick up the pace.
Time to play…no time to waste.
Down the yard, tightrope the curb,
As I zipped up the road, not a “hello” was heard.
Along the path such a pretty site,
Dandelions, Dandelions like a sea of white.
Where did I go you must be starting to ask,
to my childhood friends where my youth was passed.
T’was her mother who greeted me each time at the door,
a humble sweet lady who I will always adore.
I will miss your dear smile for the rest of my days,
miss my best friend’s mother, miss the Dandelions to Babes…RIP
Defeated
Just when the sun peeks the brightest,
an eclipse takes aim right for it.
A smile protecting what’s left,
I take a knee.
By the Salt
Crusty eyes wake excited,
when mornings are usually slumbered.
Sun stretching, this early.
We leave Theresa with a wave,
that smile.
You and I now,
a trip of bond.
The mist chills my face…
his dory crashing against the lap.
Posture held strong.
My imagination animated by the salt.
Few words spoken but enough was understood.
Cap to his brow, a grin in that cheek.
Surrogate father, my hero.
Piece Of Your Heart
A long time ago we promised a connection.
But we’ve found ourselves adrift, in the other direction.
Alike by the bloodline that flows deep within,
difficult to conceive that we were both born as kin.
I’ve questioned at times for a true explanation,
only blame in retort, without hesitation.
Our bond left abandoned, now way in the past,
the first day we met was also our last.
Free of the burden that it must have been me,
when sometimes in life it’s not meant to be.
So I move on at peace, that I have done my share.
Fate left to you, to show me you still care.
I hope someday, that the piece from your heart,
matches with mine so we can return to the start.
The Hillside
a hillside where I played, now lies dormant…unused.
laughter no longer carries in the wind
where childish breath was once contrasted to the pitch night sky
the grass, still worn, but not from play
for there is a gray hue of neglect that looms across its blades
this lonely hillock connects me to my past
the lost adventures of a youngster
where berries were alien and stones stood as kid’ish vessels
simpler then, necessary, far from times reach
now that time binds me to the present, I can only reflect on the before
as I do, memories swarm my mind and I start to see the patches of green again
familiar images beautifully paint my imagination, chasing away the dark shadows
irrelevance slowly deliquescing away
my boyish reminiscence forever welcomed
I see more beyond this passed-by place
and embrace a trigger to the memories it has kept for me this long
that hillside…
…where I played
Look Back
How do you keep walking forward without wanting to look back?
Your self-made contempt must justify it.
My journey through hearsay.
Birth to beyond being explained,
while I’ve never been posed with a question.
Imprisoned by pride with that broken conscience,
do you get to stand trial for your faults?
If excuse could no longer be an option, what then would you plea?
I know, that even at that moment, you’ll still forget,
forget to just turn around….
…to see what you left behind.
Hidden Smile
If you see me sometime and I don’t look your way,
I beg your pardon, just not myself today.
My smile is hidden, my laughter’s gone quiet.
Contrast to normal, I mean not to try it.
The struggle within is a battle some time,
feels like a mountain that’s too high to climb.
It’s lonely in there, just me and my thought.
Understand why? You probably will not.
If you see me displaced, please keep your intention.
Show me concern and give me attention.
There’s a smile inside, it just got displaced.
Knowing you care will bring it back to my face.
The Shine of Your Sun
My silhouette has faded, the lines have all blurred.
Struggling within, with what may have occurred.
At what point was there a turn that was made?
My shadow eclipsed and now has no shade.
Feels like a prison but though there are no bars that confine me,
yet I serve my own sentence that will forever bind me.
To what makes me the reason? To what makes me the cause?
To what makes me regret that I showed you my flaws.
I know there’ll be a day when you’ll see how come.
Because my shadow will return from the shine of your sun.
My Turn
A constant tiredness reminds me of how far I’ve come, this journey wears on me.
Every day I dream with no idea of when I get to wake up.
Always running towards something I believe doesn’t really exist, tormented with doubt, troubled with expectation.
I get a glimpse sometimes but it obscures quickly because it was never meant for me.
So again I move on as I always have and wait for it to be my turn.
Earth To Ash 