*
The smell of fire
The winter of despair
The pangs of memory
The charge of inspiration
All works together
All belongs in
A heart that melts
With a changing flow
The child falls off the
Monkey bars – scraps
A knee – bangs
An elbow
Kisses make it better
Kisses make it well
Kisses last only as
Long as the dreaming mind is allowed to dream
Shaken awake before
The best dreams end
Only to fade in time
Only to dwindle in time
Have to concentrate
Have to bang head
Against a wall to
Remember the dreams of childhood well
When the dreams go
The innocence, the joy
Goes – to where
No one knows
But, once it is gone
It is near impossible
To retrieve – for
Death would be the only remedy
A return to innocence,
It is, a return to where we once were
Where we want to be again
*
Oh, look at the darling babies
See how they run
See how they play
How cute they are
Now, put them to work
Playtime is over
Must grow up
Must go here
Must do this
True, when we go we
Scream, we yell,
But, like always,
We continue the cycle
Upon our children
Upon our future
Upon what we create
Upon what we destroy
Pretend we don't
Pretend we can't
Blind ourselves to
Our actions
If only we would look
If only we would listen
The screams, the heartbreak
That is created by the loss of innocence
*
Listening, we tell ourselves
That we listen, but
We don't, our ears
Have already been tuned out
By our society
By our past
By our own discretion
By our own ignorance
Ignorant to what we can
Do with the dreams we
Create; we are told
That dreaming cannot lead to anywhere
But look at me
Where I am
Where I have come
By listening and looking
It is here that we
Must strive to be;
If nothing than to
Say we did!
*
The Beast opened up an eye
And looked upon its kingdom
Of lost souls and empty shells;
There it finds a weary life –
A life that cannot survive, cannot compete
For all that is dear to all,
All that is loved and longed
It is this soul that draws it on –
That brings it out of hiding, out of
Seclusion
Looking around, finding its true course,
Among the people of the Earth,
Among the lives of the living
Mimicking its movements, the movements
Of a great city
Of a great metropolis
Where it will find this soul among many
And, where it searches, it feeds
On hatred and greed, on
The life force of the
Every Man
*
I quiver at your heels;
I shiver at your touch;
Your final embrace sends
A fatal tear down my cheek
If it were not for you, my
Life would be a hundred days,
If not a year; it is only
Sorrowful and heartless otherwise
Life being in death, alone and
Cold – heart beats little in
This season, in this time of
Discontent; tears like icicles
But light; drifting
Silences across a
Seas of lightning
Flashes and thunder storms
I see a speck of
Dust upon the window
Shade, wondering where it
Shall fade to, after a time
*
Eyes droopy with sleep
At this dreadful hour
Of night; wishing that
Dawn were only a heartbeat
Away
But it slowly takes its
Time, not wishing
To hurry the world
Which is but a child
In its arms
Looking down upon life,
Light would see but a
Speck of dust, a tick in
Its eye
December 26, 1996
