The moon rises and will fall,
Help is not my real call.
I’m not what you really think,
Life goes past in just a wink.
I see the moon high above,
For this do I owe my love,
Like a ball in the sky,
Watching as you walk by.
He holds my dreams and fear,
Keeps everything so very clear.
Bright as a teardrop of pain,
The moon always rises again.
Like your dreams it’s out of reach,
Bright and sinless out with bleach.
Dark and desolate is the night,
Yet the moon still stays bright.
5/19/89
Category Archives: Poems
Mirror
I looked up in a mirror and saw a face,
It was of one I couldn’t place.
A woman selfish and with a child,
Lines on her face from being wild.
A tear down her face from a shattered dream,
Of fortune fallen, and broken seams.
She sat alone every night,
She thinks what she did is right.
I looked for all I cared to see,
Then I noticed this woman was me.
1989
A Million Times Zero
A million times zero, there’s no one to blame,
A million times zero, it’s all such a shame.
That a million times one, could bring so much more,
And a million times two, leaves some to store.
I can not live with
A million times zero
Because I can not give with
A million times zero
The tears I cry for a million times one,
Are the dreams that die for a million times one.
And the fear I see for a million times two,
Is the love created with a millions times two.
There’s no way to live
A million times zero
There’s nothing to give
A million times zero
A million times one, a million times two,
A million times zero, what can I do?
For I can not stand, where I can’t create,
This season of madness, is making me hate
You can’t just continue
A million times zero
For there is no venue
A million times zero
12-14-2000
Lucky
Some would say this uncomfortable silence hurts their ears,
Some would say the pain’s too great after all these years.
Some would say it’s just to difficult to live life all alone,
Some would say I’m lucky, cause I don’t mind the silence drone.
I’m not like you, don’t make me try,
I’m not like you, just wave bye-bye.
Some would say this confusion is driving them completely insane,
Some would say it’s just too much and point fingers of blame.
Some would say Love simply really doesn’t exist here,
Some would say I’m lucky, cause to me it’s all too clear.
I’m not like you, just turn and walk away,
I’m not like you, and I don’t wanna be that way.
Some would say that life, it just goes round and round,
Some would say you search but never an answer is found.
Some would say you can’t see the forest for the trees,
Some would say I’m lucky, cause I bring em to their knees.
I’m not like you, call it what you want,
I’m not like you, no feelings you can taunt.
Some would say it’s about control, others want to win,
Some would say it’s all about pleasures, others call it Sin.
Some would say remorse is the teacher of our way,
Some would say I’m lucky, if I ever live to see that day.
I’m not like you, I will always fight,
I’m not like you, and I know I’m right.
8-28-96
Know Me
You speak my name as if you know me,
Standing confident, what do you show me?
There are no rites of passage here,
No signs to point the way that’s clear.
You call me beauty, you speak my name,
I watch in silence as you play your game.
Wanting my affection, wanting to draw close,
Yearning for me, for that final dose.
I hold no love, no emotion that’s true,
I type only words, from me to you.
They say it is lonely, to be all alone,
I’ve been at it so long my heart is a stone.
So light the fire, to warm my skin,
Sparks in my eyes, I hope you win.
You speak my name as if you know me,
But the Darkness I live in does control me.
11-6-96
Finding Ways To Kill The Pain
The day is short, the nights are long,
Your angry heart must carry on.
The Stillness baiting, the tears are wept,
This emptiness has left you unkempt.
But you’re just finding ways to kill the pain,
Searching for the antidote for this deadly bane.
Does she make your heart go pitter pat?
Is she better than me, in the sack?
Your time’s run out, you feel the same,
But now this girl, she shares your claim.
And you’re just finding ways to kill the pain,
Searching for an antidote for this deadly bane.
You use and use, all at your disposal indeed,
At other’s expense do you try to relieve,
And deep inside, you still feel the same,
How much longer will you stand to place the blame?
Oh but you’re just finding ways to kill the pain,
For there’s no antidote for this deadly bane.
Time they say heals all wounds, so they say,
And as you revert down to stall, there is another way.
Though you may find solace there, a little or a lot,
There is no answer there, just the pain that you have brought.
There’s no finding ways to kill the pain,
In the end, it’s all the same.
11-23-01
Jaded
Red and white, yellow and gold,
Doing this as you are told.
Rain pours down from above,
As He surely shows his love.
Dreams fall down into the mist,
For all who have forgotten this.
A teardrop fall beside a stream,
All because she didn’t mean.
She cried, she cried, to no avail,
There was nothing to lift the veil.
A book of love, stood near beside,
But she would not pick it up and ride.
Stranger and stranger, the weary steeped days,
Pain and anguish swept over all of her ways.
There was no way to end this pain,
She wouldn’t turn from the window pane.
Red and white, yellow and gold,
She never would do as she was told.
Out of the deep a willows cry,
The end was now passing by.
Her life she spent in solemn care,
For solace sake she would dwell there.
Her children left, she stood alone,
Her t.v., chilled her to the bone.
She wept, she wept, there was no end,
There was no way to go back to Begin.
A book of Life stood ready and waiting,
But she would not stop her near debating.
Deeper and deeper, into her sorrow filled fate,
Jaded and graded until it’s too late.
There was no way to end her sorrow,
For she would not look for the Tomorrow.
Red and white, yellow and gold,
At one time or another we don’t do as we’re told.
6-3-98
Fighting
Some people fight for freedom, some people fight for fun,
Some people fight for anything, I’m not the only one.
They fight for injustice, they fight just to be mean,
They fight to be left alone, they fight to be seen.
Fighting all the time, what do we accomplish,
Fighting all the time, what’s the final wish?
Some people fight for Love, some people fight for hate,
Some people fight for glory, some people fight til it’s too late.
They fight to tell the story, they fight to prove a point,
They fight to drink their beer, they fight to smoke a joint.
Fighting all the time, what do we prove,
Fighting all the time, what do we lose?
Some people fight for fortune, some people fight for reign,
Some people fight for peace, some people fight for pain.
They fight for money, they even fight for lust,
They fight for t.v., they fight over the dust.
Fighting all the time, but at what cost,
Fighting all the time, look at what we’ve lost.
8-28-96
If I don’t get out of this place
This room is too small, there’s not enough light,
The voices in my head are starting to fight.
There’s a gun in the corner, pointed at my head,
At first it was amusing, these visions of Dead.
And down on the corner, not even half a mile,
I thought I heard promises to make me smile.
But the walls they are closing, it’s too hard to breathe,
As the sun it sets down, on a desperate new breed.
I don’t know what rational I shall explain,
If I don’t get out of this place.
Everything’s moving to fast, as I stand at will,
Watching the blur, as I stand still.
Bumped into and pushed, along to the side,
This train derails, that I decided to ride.
And amuong the wreckage, in the morning light,
I see the reason, I gave up the fight.
But these people are pushy, it’s too hard to breathe,
As I watch the anguish, for which I wreathe.
And I just don’t know what I will do,
If I don’t get out of this place.
For my life is a torture, with no escape.
I’m tired of all of this emotional rape.
The mental abuse, from which I reside,
The evident Comport from which I arise.
I race with my thoughts to a place with no end,
I’m telling you now, i’m starting to give in.
But this pace is too fast, it’s too hard to breathe,
And I don’t know who will take up the lead.
And I wont be held responsible,
If I don’t get out of this place.
7-13-01
I Complain Now
I complain now, but i’ve seen it worse.
All of this hatred in the universe.
Wars that happen, people that hate,
I never can seem to get a break.
Minds so shallow, and closed.. you see,
With lust filled thoughts of vanity.
So yes i complain, for our future is bleak,
our own government constrains us and calls us weak!
Our media lies, and lends it own hand,
to the destruction of youth the best it can.
so no more innocence or magic, create,
no imagination, it’s all digital mate.
So yeah i complain, and my mouth does run,
I complain now, because something still can be done.
1-27-2007