Thursday, April 17, 2014

At What Cost

He grew up in a family wanting
at times with little food on the table
and often bedtime came on empty stomachs

His mother cleaning and ironing for others
his father seldom awake as he worked nights
together they barely kept a roof over their heads

Growing up, he was mostly on his own
making his way through life during the week
the kids in this neighborhood were raising themselves

He and his friends did what they could
In order to chase away the hunger they felt
To give each other a feeling of togetherness
To help each other survive life without parents

It was the worst of times

Sunday would then arrive
an actual meal would somehow be found on the table
the family was together

The bed would not find him hungry this night
not for bread
nor the love of family

Mom making sure there was enough in his belly
Dads laughter filling his heart
lifting his spirit and bringing smiles to all their faces

This was the best of times

As he grew he vowed to escape this life
never to have that empty feeling of want again
to do whatever it took, no matter the cost

His times were about to change

Once he moved on
he found that there was no-one willing to help him
he was again on his own

He learned to not only step over others
but to step on them in his attempt
to escape the past

He learned well, moved on
and left not only the old neighborhood
but his friends and family behind as well

The work seemed endless
there was no time anything else in his new life
but there was no want

The toys came
the food extravagant
but another yearning
another hunger
entered him

He wanted more

Yes his belly was full
but he was alone on Sundays now

Where was his fathers laughter

Where did the smiles and lifted spirits disappear to

How did this emptiness return

Maybe those days long ago
were not the worst of times
after all



Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Was It Really The Grass That Was Greener

Oh how he hated his place in life
each time he would gaze in the mirror
what he saw was deeply disturbing
you could only compare what he saw
to a vast and barren wasteland
the years of toil had taken their toll
just as the arid winds had turned
plains into desert

It was more than age that showed
depression was written over his face
an emptiness was plain to see

As he plodded along through life
he would often come upon others
meeting them during these wanderings
so many wore smiles
they appeared happy
they seemed to be filled with vitality

They were alive

“Oh to be as they”
he thought

To live the life of others was his wish
all of them had it better than he did
the grass on his side of the fence had no life
while theirs was a beautiful plush green

He would often be heard complaining
that life itself was totally fair

Finally he decided to make the move
he would live on the other side of the fence
where the grass was green
but as he did
the grass began to turn brown
then died and the winds swept it away

If only he had watered his life



Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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Why in the hell do I even try
society's gone over the edge

Respect for others a thing of the past
their words being used as a wedge

Where have we gone
what have we done

Did the birth of this madness
come from that age, “just for fun”

Attitudes are ugly
with the thought “yeah, it's cool”

Yet all that this is
is the mark of a fool

The hurt that this causes
can go beyond measure

I can't comprehend
how they see this as pleasure

This ugliness has spread
throughout all the land

Is there no turning back
or is this man's permanent new brand

I really do hate
seeing the world in decline

Can we somehow return to when
men's respect once did shine

It's not really that hard
if you'll try what you'll find

It's actually pleasant to be
respectful and kind

Men once showed respect
and it came from their heart

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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

The Mirror Can Be So Unkind

No longer am I twenty-five
that was forty years ago
yet with each new day
life appears the same
almost everywhere I go

But there is that one place
that I go upon this earth
that reminds me that all has changed
it's that morning mirror
how I wonder of it's worth

The mirror has a habit
of bringing a sad truth
though I view the world
through younger eyes
I've passed beyond my youth





Monday, April 7, 2014

An Act Always Outweighs An Intention

The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the grandest intention. ~Oscar Wilde~

He asked for some food
from out of the gutter
I was already late
and began to stutter

Said I'll be back
but he'd heard that before
he just looked away
yeah, he knew the score

I meant to help
I really did
but then somehow
his life took a skid

Slipping away
he no longer had hope
to rise once again
he could no longer cope

Life itself
had become way too much
but my hesitation
stole his last crutch

For there in the gutter
he'd just given up
I was his last hope
and I'd not filled his cup

Oh what I'd give
to go back in time
and help that poor soul
up out of the grime

The morgue truck came
and took him away

“How the hell was I to know
this was his last day”





Friday, April 4, 2014

You Wanna Be Free

Our bodies do prove
we're not totally free
with most of our limits
quite plain to see

To dive to the depths
or fly on our own
our feet, they're planted
on the Earths crust of stone

Now the spirit of man
he imprisons himself
when he's living a lie
leaving real life on the shelf

His soul and spirit
will never be free
as long as the truth
he refuses to see



Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Our Eyes Must Remain Open

With each step
Stay awake
Learn to recognize
All that's fake
Stay the path
Move on in truth
Guard the innocence
Of your youth
Out there live the lies
Their intent is to slay
The pure of heart
Along their way
Keep your eyes wide open
Remain aware
Avert your path
From the liar's lair