Corners

I have lost you to the corners
gone without a reason
a fresh and brutal pain
every sunrise, every season

Your face lives on the walls
regardless of location
from new to old I go
such a bitter salutation

You are heard, and seen, and felt
with each one of my moments
but in such a foreign fashion
the ache for you, so potent

I have found you in the corners
I sense that you stay near
An everlasting feeling
so present and so clear

In Fading Light

In fading light we rambled
Hypnotized by the stars
Washed clean by blue horizons
Unable to see scars

Just silhouettes in motion
Swaddled by the dark
The moon was just then rising
The world no longer stark

The dwindling warmth of daytime
Still comforted our feet
But the night air with its coolness
Made the journey long and sweet

We could see forever
In the multitude of night
We knew life was a struggle
But we decided not to fight

I Haven't Gone to Sleep Just Yet

I haven’t gone to sleep just yet
So many goals I have not met
And life is but a heavy net
From which I can’t be freed

I’m sure there’s tears somewhere inside
Still waiting, wanting to be cried
Or perhaps they all have dried
Before they’ve met their need

At moments when I should be sleeping
Tis then, my pen longs to be creeping
Scrawling as my thoughts start seeping
From my weary brain

So now I start to add the numbers
How much time left for my slumber
How thick a fog shall I be under
When I rise again

But truth be told ‘tis not a toil
To creatively burn the midnight oil
Another dream fate chose to spoil
In the name of something written

So now i’ll end this incoherence
But surely meet new interference
When sleep at least makes its appearance
I’ll be absolutely smitten

Where the heart lives

Through lips shall pass
Both vows and lies
And eyes will twinkle
And will cry

Hands soft with touch
Or hard in fists
And cheeks both bathed
In tear and kiss

But deep within
Your throbbing chest
Your sweetest dreams
Shall come to rest

With love, like water
To hewn it so
And need, like fire
To make it go

So lips and eyes
And hands and cheeks
Can wear your strength
When heart is weak

And as it’s pounding
Finds its pace
You shall reveal
Its truest place

Wealthcare

I could tell you of my sons
the bravest two I've known
I could tell you of my friends
and how their needs have only grown

I could talk about myself
of my weight and weakened bladder
but you would only laugh
or at best it wouldn't matter

We know it isn't simple
to fix this kind of system
but why have you dismissed our lives
when you have never lived them

Your lives guided by votes
your hearts tainted by power
You revel in your distant view
from your lonesome little tower

But when our children die
and loved ones are left to suffer
you'll celebrate your bottom line
from behind your golden buffer

Please don't pretend you care
or even speak as if you could
for whatever goals you claim to have
none of them are good

I Must Write

I must write
Upon these lines
One thousand words
One thousand times
The meaning lost
Emotion spent
All the tears
That came and went
A droning hum
A high pitched whine
A shadow looms
That is all mine
Dark and deep
And all around
Full of smells
Full of sounds
There lives the past
That I have made
That ink and pulp
Have yet to save

The Prettiest of Ponds

The frightened pheasant flutters
Flying in a burst
Startled by the panting fox
Who came to quench her thirst

The female fox is furrowed
Shorter are her days
Lacking will and drive to hunt
On eggs and fruit she’ll graze

A fearful fish feels furtive
Peering at the shore
His gills grow still and silent
For he’s met a fox before

The frog floats on a flower
Singing strong and proud
From time to time he nabs a bug
From the thick and buzzing cloud

The flys all flit and fumble
Done in by graceless genes
You could say they move swift
Though more akin to a careen

The flourishing fans of ferns
Reach widely with their fronds
They add their rich green hues
To this, the prettiest of ponds