Ode to the Days That Mean Nothing

without lessons

minds expanding

time is valuable

creativity

in song

in dance

in speech

every Job’s comforter

bad shadows lifted

together

we stand

not up

not out

but together

strive

every moment

resistance is futile

there are magic markers

no erasers

black smudges 

never wipe away 

just hidden

yesterdays banquet

tomorrows beast

in the words of a man

you mean nothing

in the words of God

you are nothing

La Chanteuse

there is something

about your name

that makes

the secret places

of my heart

skip beats

as i sing

about you

Things to Keep in Mind When Walking

when walking down the pavement,

one foot in front of the other,

there is a safety in the black-top

all the arrows and signs to show you

the way

the road goes on and on

into the horizon as far as you can see

nothing in your way

no obstacles

just a straight of way and

no u-turns

                  100 kilometers per hour,

                                                               one way street,

                                            cul-de-sac . . .

DEAD END.

                     Construction ahead,

                                                  detour; all traffic keep right . . .

          s  l  o  w   d  o  w  n .  .  .

                                                  STOP !

when walking down the rocky road,

one foot in front of the other,

there are paths along the road

choose which one to take

surrounded by nature,

wonders of the earth

no rush; take your time and

decide which path to walk

no signs

no lights flashing

no horns blowing

no bells ringing

no sirens screeching

a clear mind as you travel

along the path

though it may seem long,

the end is

a mystery

leave it that way

your future is still

in the making

it cannot be decided

a problem cannot be solved until

you do the workings

Murky Puddle

So nakedly I stood there

a million moments in the rain

it whispered in my ear

a painstaking truth I did’nt want to hear

the rain did not stop

and neither did my tears

you became a murky puddle

after all these years

 

I could see right though you

into a mind i never knew

not even the deepest well

could hide the hate that grew

a fool-proof barrier penetrated

shattered through and through

 

Pushing against the raging tide

and toying with a fierce force

then foolheartedly tried to hide

from the hurricane you created

if you could only put aside

humble your heart

and your worthless pride

I have always been here

always on your side

 

Your words really stung

I was your mentor, your guide

and I know nothing but forgiveness

even after the many times you lied

get down off your pedestal

is it I you hate and despise?

come down to my level

and look into my eyes

tell me that you love me

or feed me foolish petty lies

Too Late for a Coward

Keep it all inside

don’t let her in

her eyes are sad

and head confused

She didn’t know that

she could worry

so much

 

She sees your future

troubled and unhinged,

lost in the abyss

of your own mind

Are you frightened?

you could love when

she gets to close

you make up a lie,

push her out and far

 

It is better

keep it that way

go on, protect yourself

it is the right thing to do

there is just pain

and disappointment

down that road

 

Keep your emotions

lock them away in

the dark hollowness

of your heart

 

She is a saboteur

infiltrating a well-built barrier,

an impenetrable wall

act indifferent; cold and shallow

let her cry, you don’t need her

and she says not a word

she respects your decision

to freeze her out

 

She will wait for you forever

when you are ready, she will be there

but her feelings will have changed

you waited too long

she was left in the rain

vulnerable

 

She needed someone,

someone to hold but

you were too proud to

admit you were weak

now do you miss her soft touch

do you yearn for the sweet smell

of her hair?

 

Does your heart ache

to hear the sound of her voice?

she is a ghost in your past,

like every other ghost

that you would not allow her

to release

 

She holds your future

there she is, talk to her

ask her how she has been

tell her you love her as you look

into her troubled eyes

 

You melt as she passes

and it is too late

for a coward

Visions of Insanity

If you want to be disturbed

get inside my head and

look through the window

out at the horizon

 

Feast upon the charcoal sky

raining down smouldering ash

the girls in the street chant

a mornful tune

a double dutch

honoring the dead

playground for the departed

the safest place to be

if you want to live

is dead

 

the place with all the pillars,

granite stone and glass,

a shock thearpy session

can’t leave a never ending room

it is cold outside,

might want to wear a jacket

 

They stick a needle in your ass,

tell you it is good for you,

get out while you can and

make the journey to the west,

the north, the east or the south

don’t look back; keep going

going all the way,

away from it all

leave everything and

everyone behind

 

Walk down the road

float down the river

it doesn’t matter

where it goes,

just that it does

Traitorship

Inside this castle

intruders.

From the outside wall

you cannot see

where they entered.

You feel the pain

of an unwarranted

stab in the back.

The Complications of Communication

What happened here

the control virus is

my first guess

fear is control;

don’t be afraid

people are not so

Amityville

Silence

is your protection

it is murderous

it is me who

you are killing

not so safe, is it?

don’t you care?

Little steps

no hurdles yet

understandable

questions, questions, questions

they say you gather

so much knowledge from

asking questions

even the simple ones

but only when you receive the answer

minds are harmless

my presence seems

to make you twitch

nervous?

What are your intentions?

my intent is nothing

I cannot read your mind

nor will you lend me

some pages

I’ve seen a hurricane

I’ve even held it in my hands

I never controlled it

so please don’t think I am

the master of the wind

If my bones were ground into

dust, they would surely blow away

just like

everyone else

Waiting On A King

“Waitress!”

I didn’t treat my wife well

she didn’t cook for me

so I came to bother you instead

“What is taking so damn long?”

I told my wife that she couldn’t be

anything other than useless

 

She was doing the best she could

you seem to know what you are doing but

you’re still useless

not quick enough

“Where’s my drink?”

she seems to be happy

why should she be happy?

I’m giving her hell

 

“My food is cold!”

she smiles, apologises

retrieves the plate

takes it to the kitchen

makes it warm

returns, still wearing a smile and

places the steaming dish in front of me

with care and then asks,

“Can I get you anything else, sir?”

 

I tell her no

wave her away without a second glance

she smiles back (still) and says,

“You’re welcome!”

then places the bill face down on the table with

her trademark insignia

“Thank you!” and a smiley-face

with her happy slogan,

“Have a fabulous day!”

 

Bewildered, I leave her

a ten dollar tip

Samba & Szechuan

This morning, panic

showered then relief

epiphany, leisure

it’s God’s day

down the same path most

have taken, difficult nonetheless

black crow trodden

Today, a sun

so immaculately shining

it taunts me

as I remove and replace

my dark glasses

and each white fairy

plunges to a melting death before

it hits the ground

I never run

through the chasm

I always see the

starlight samba

on the other side

just another sunkissed day

and here I am

serving chicken szechuan