A Life In The Day

Fade from black, as the Day begins,
The Blue Moon is bright, and full.
Eager to get the work day done, and over,
I drive through traffic, like a fool.

The forecast calls for a beautiful day,
Postcard weather for one and all.
The last hurrah, of a turbulent season,
As Summer slowly evolves, into Fall.

Children in school, will sigh their sighs,
Watching a clock, that seems to be frozen.
Looking out windows, at people scurrying,
Whilst they read the story, of a road not chosen.

Most folks will go through this day, not thinking,
Never seeing how blessed, they truly are.
They follow the crowd, like mice in a maze,
Then, go home at night, and stare at the stars.

My goal for the day, is to make the most of it,
To not let a moment, pass me by.
I want to experience, life at its fullest,
To find pleasure in things, that money can't buy.

As Day fades to black, and a cool wind blows,
The highlights of the day, play back in my head.
I rest assured knowing, I did all I could do,
No moment was missed, no words left unsaid.

Selfish Desperation

The pain won't go away,
I can think of nothing else,
It's getting worse every day,
It's absolutely maddening, at best.

Nobody understands me,
They think it's in my head,
Maybe they'll finally believe,
When someone finds me dead.

The thought has crossed my mind,
More than a time or two,
Is everybody blind?
Can't they see what I might do?

I'm trying my best to focus,
I can't do it for very long,
I wonder if people would notice,
If I was suddenly gone?

I've struggled all my life,
To be the kind of man,
That everyone would like,
But, apparently, I can't.

I'm finally finished trying,
I've been lying for so long,
I'm not afraid of dying,
I hope they miss me when I'm gone.

Remember

I remember a day
It was Thanksgiving Day
I went out to play
It was cold, and crisp, and solemn.

I remember the time
My grandpa was dying
Everybody was crying
It was sad, and confusing, and numbing.

I remember events
That don't make sense
But I am convinced
That they are real, and I am sane.

I remember things too
I'm not sure are true
There are quite a few
They disturb me, and bother me.

Life Reborn

A faint glimpse of grey, filtered light,
Cuts through the clouds, of morning/night.
Landing on the field of stunted corn,
It suggests a hint, of life reborn.

So long the dry and hardened ground,
Made no promise, made no sound.
The blistering sun, kept on and on,
Nearly bringing an end, to nature's song.

But, time will tell, how God provided,
The rains came, the drought subsided.
Once again, new growth was seen,
Nature exploded, in shades of green.

And now, with morning, all but here,
The rising sun, makes one thing clear.
Though trouble, like drought, may come to stay,
God's joy, like rain, is on the way.

No More Rain

If raindrops were tears,
From a sorrowful sky,
The clouds above me,
Would all be dry.

For a sky so blue,
Is able to see,
Where you're going to,
When you're not with me.

I thought what we had,
Was real, at one time,
But I made you mad,
Now I'm out of your mind.

My feelings are fading,
Like a daytime moon,
I'm tired of waiting,
I'll be leaving soon.

There's no need to fear,
No need to explain,
I've run out of tears,
There'll be no more rain.

More Than Walking Alone

From the silence of my solitude,
I bask in my self-imposed ignorance.
Comfortable with my limitations,
Content with my meager surroundings.

Misunderstood at every turn,
No efforts made to be informed.
Rumors and gossip pass as truth,
No chances given to explain.

Tolerance is now a one way street,
Traveled only by narrow minds.
Focused on a fixed agenda,
They can't see they're going the wrong way.

Meanwhile, sitting quietly in my garden,
The sun is shining on my face.
Muffled noises trickle in,
It's hard to tell what's going on.

Alas, apathy is but a toy knife,
Against the sharp sword of intolerance.
So I rise, and leave the comforts of home,
Knowing all too well, silence profits very little.

I add my voice, to so many others,
Making even louder, the call to repent.
Banding together, brothers and sisters,
Accomplishes more, than walking alone.

Like Never Before

Today I stand, and stare, and reflect,
On a place, whose time, has not come yet.
It's destination, no map can tell,
It's beauty, unimaginable.

No reason for daily obituaries,
Nor any place for a cemetery.
No hate to dread, nor darkness to fear,
Only light, and life, and love live there.

But, as beautiful as that place will be,
I mustn't lose sight, of the world around me.
Where our families grow farther and farther apart,
Afraid to let anyone, into their heart.

We don't leave, enough time to give,
In the present time, in which we live.
Our love grows colder, day by day,
With everyone going, their own way.

More wars, and rumors of even more wars,
Are just part of what we're heading for.
Designed to cast, a sense of anxiety,
On our already fragile, and paranoid society.

Like never before, we need to be in prayer,
And show our neighbors, that we really care.
For soon, like the grass, we will wither and die,
Time to make a difference, will have passed us by.

And while I long for my home, in the sweet by and by,
There are souls all around me, not yet prepared to die.
With much perseverance, I will strive to win them all,
My mission not complete, til I hear the trumpet call.

My Reason (a poem for Carolyn)

To the love of my life,
You are my reason,
Besides Himself, God gave me all I have,
For you alone.

I have eyes,
To see you in the morning, when your hair is everywhere,
To watch you try on clothes, and give my two cents worth,
To stare at you in the store, like you’re the only one there,
To look at you in amazement, wondering why you would choose to be with me,
To study your features by the light of your cell phone, when we’re saying goodnight.

I have ears,
To hear you talk your baby talk, that melts my heart like chocolate,
To hear you say, “love love love”, which, to me, means so much more than ‘I love you’.

I have hands,
To hold your free hand, whenever we walk, anywhere,
To touch your face, and stroke your hair, just because,
To give you much needed hugs.

I have a mouth,
To kiss you whenever I want,
To eat your wonderful home cooking,
To tell you that I love you.