Collection of Poetry
Age (2020)
I never really thought I would be twelve
I never really thought I’d be twenty-one
I never really thought I would be thirty-two
I never really thought I would be old and grey
I never really thought I’d be lying here, dying
I just never really thought
I never really thought I’d be twenty-one
I never really thought I would be thirty-two
I never really thought I would be old and grey
I never really thought I’d be lying here, dying
I just never really thought
Desolation of a City (2020)
The cold this morning is bearable. My velour shirt stops the wind, but my legs feel the numbness that cold brings. My Vibram soled boots flop-flop through the puddles left by the rain. Cracks and ruts are filled about the sidewalk and the smooth surfaces expose the reflection of whatever gazes into its field of view.
Somehow, I have always enjoyed splashing through puddles. Reminds me when I was younger, and I would pounce down on a puddle so hard the water would barely be crushing my coming down. I loved to drench my friends in a surprise attack.
Today the water feels like the desolation of a city in ruins. The grey hues of this morning offer me no joy as I approach my rendezvous point. I watch a crippled old man motion his way across the street. Funny, Physical affliction can happen to anyone, at any time, at any age. Simply because I am whole now, does not mean that someday I won’t, too, be stared at.
The puddles around me are nothing more than the decay of the streets and pavements. Little lakes doomed to be swallowed up when the sun returns. I feel like a piece of mud in an unyielding river.
The train now squeals down the track. Fifty cents I pay. Fifty cents for screaming wheels and eye games and cattle car ride too.
Somehow, I have always enjoyed splashing through puddles. Reminds me when I was younger, and I would pounce down on a puddle so hard the water would barely be crushing my coming down. I loved to drench my friends in a surprise attack.
Today the water feels like the desolation of a city in ruins. The grey hues of this morning offer me no joy as I approach my rendezvous point. I watch a crippled old man motion his way across the street. Funny, Physical affliction can happen to anyone, at any time, at any age. Simply because I am whole now, does not mean that someday I won’t, too, be stared at.
The puddles around me are nothing more than the decay of the streets and pavements. Little lakes doomed to be swallowed up when the sun returns. I feel like a piece of mud in an unyielding river.
The train now squeals down the track. Fifty cents I pay. Fifty cents for screaming wheels and eye games and cattle car ride too.
Does It Matter? (2019)
Reman, like the eagle
Or the great whales of the sea
Are going to be lost
From you and from me
And our children will not know
Of wounded knee or Geronimo
Or the great songs of the whales
That roamed the sea
The buffalo roam in heaven
Where the clear waters always flow
How long we will be
Only god can know
Jesus died for peace
And Hitler for gold
But they are all gone,
Does it matter anymore?
Anymore?
Our children will not know
Of wounded knee or Geronimo
Or the great songs of the whales
That roamed in the sea…
Roamed
In
The
Sea…
Or the great whales of the sea
Are going to be lost
From you and from me
And our children will not know
Of wounded knee or Geronimo
Or the great songs of the whales
That roamed the sea
The buffalo roam in heaven
Where the clear waters always flow
How long we will be
Only god can know
Jesus died for peace
And Hitler for gold
But they are all gone,
Does it matter anymore?
Anymore?
Our children will not know
Of wounded knee or Geronimo
Or the great songs of the whales
That roamed in the sea…
Roamed
In
The
Sea…
Just who shall inherit what? (a conversation)
How strange and noble are the mighty
How weak and sick are the meek
Just who shall inherit what?
“I slay a huge dragon and carried off the loot”
“I begged for bread and rice upon which to eat”
“I am the rock”
“I am the island”
“I am good looking, vivacious and horny”
“I am for lion, wasted and lonely”
“I am the chose to follow”
“I am to follow the chosen”
“I have my family, all are scholars”
“I have my wife and three daughters”
“my house it runs four thousand miles”
“my house brings us no smiles”
“to my children I leave a great fortune”
“to my children I pray for love and devotion”
“my clothes smell of the sunset in Paris”
“my clothes are rainy and dewy at best”
“I have a sword and a dagger”
“I have a gun….
How weak and sick are the meek
Just who shall inherit what?
“I slay a huge dragon and carried off the loot”
“I begged for bread and rice upon which to eat”
“I am the rock”
“I am the island”
“I am good looking, vivacious and horny”
“I am for lion, wasted and lonely”
“I am the chose to follow”
“I am to follow the chosen”
“I have my family, all are scholars”
“I have my wife and three daughters”
“my house it runs four thousand miles”
“my house brings us no smiles”
“to my children I leave a great fortune”
“to my children I pray for love and devotion”
“my clothes smell of the sunset in Paris”
“my clothes are rainy and dewy at best”
“I have a sword and a dagger”
“I have a gun….
Falling (2018)
To love,
A falling cigarette
A moment taken
Gives my day texture
I was a lovely person
Plastic flowers
Are planted in the corner
Next to sand and river
A grave and a moonrise
Stand only for seconds
Are we still worried
I
Should talk about beauty
We never learned our differences
Admit it.
We were yesterday
Taking a last second bus.
A falling cigarette
A moment taken
Gives my day texture
I was a lovely person
Plastic flowers
Are planted in the corner
Next to sand and river
A grave and a moonrise
Stand only for seconds
Are we still worried
I
Should talk about beauty
We never learned our differences
Admit it.
We were yesterday
Taking a last second bus.
Humans (2017)
Swimming in blackness
Dreaming of madness
Hoping to be seen from a distance
Heard
Loved
Touched
Leaving our mark through human existence
What is this
Vulnerability
Of
Individual
We aren’t angels
Wannabe immortals
The dance goes on
As skies fall upon
This is all for practice
Dreaming of madness
Hoping to be seen from a distance
Heard
Loved
Touched
Leaving our mark through human existence
What is this
Vulnerability
Of
Individual
We aren’t angels
Wannabe immortals
The dance goes on
As skies fall upon
This is all for practice
Birds (2016)
There are birds in the sky/look at them fly/
With empty words/as if they are shy/but their tongues are tied/
Moving onwards as they sigh/leaving with no goodbye/
Wont sing the chords/as if they are on standby/but they will comply/
You might think its absurd/as you stand by/
Watching the birds in the sky/looking at them fly/
With empty words/as if they are shy/but their tongues are tied/
Moving onwards as they sigh/leaving with no goodbye/
Wont sing the chords/as if they are on standby/but they will comply/
You might think its absurd/as you stand by/
Watching the birds in the sky/looking at them fly/
Mind Travel (2016)
mind travels
trying to unravel
the built up chaos in the head
just trying to go to bed
having troubles with sleeping
the demons keep on creepin
while angels keep on weeping
have you been here before
they keep knocking on my door
its good to have company
at least I have somebody
trying to unravel
the built up chaos in the head
just trying to go to bed
having troubles with sleeping
the demons keep on creepin
while angels keep on weeping
have you been here before
they keep knocking on my door
its good to have company
at least I have somebody
Distance (2015)
Not an Earth man
Not even a rocket man
Nor man on the moon
Am I in space
Maybe just out of place
Not going anywhere
Still staying here
Disappearing for sometime
Days at a time
Looking at all these faces
Feels like I’m trading places.
Got to remind myself/
Who I am to myself.
Not even a rocket man
Nor man on the moon
Am I in space
Maybe just out of place
Not going anywhere
Still staying here
Disappearing for sometime
Days at a time
Looking at all these faces
Feels like I’m trading places.
Got to remind myself/
Who I am to myself.
Dream(s) (2015)
I cannot dream this enough.
Thinking about a fantasy, that will never become a reality
A feeling such as ecstasy, minor acts of brutality
Thoughts in my head, that will never leave even when I go to bed
They appear in my dreams, strange as it seems, what does all this mean
Words living like ghost towns, What I really want to say, will never come out during the day
Dreams leave craving
But do I abide by wanting
Do I really want it.
Thinking about a fantasy, that will never become a reality
A feeling such as ecstasy, minor acts of brutality
Thoughts in my head, that will never leave even when I go to bed
They appear in my dreams, strange as it seems, what does all this mean
Words living like ghost towns, What I really want to say, will never come out during the day
Dreams leave craving
But do I abide by wanting
Do I really want it.
