widow's miteThe man with the riddled mindStood naked inside the camera eyeAnd the courage that enshrined himWas from the newspaper read long agoWords that fell off the pages, one by oneLike tears dropping into an empty bucketJust before the skies released a pouring rainThat little lifeboat… it bobs up and down in a harsh seaLooking like the fallen leaves of last SeptemberMemories float freely across an open surfaceInterrupted by the footfalls of the timeless manyShrouds of clouds and clowns and more courageThey all follow each other on a lonely, meandering pathThose voices keep shouting in your ears"We only want one thing from you – more."
The BeckoningVoices like bright flashing lights oscillating in tandemAs they call to you, sounding like a friend“Poor lonely fellow… come and play with us,” they said.You didn’t see it coming…The brick that flew out of nowhere, straight for your headAs it crushed the skull…They start to gaze at you from aboveFlying around with those bright flashing lightsVoices that reek of shrill laughterSo many years on, so far yet to goWith that feeling of folding up like a fanA joke was made, and a life in tradeSuch is the icebound comfort of silent thoughtsJust next to you, there sits a pretty coupleEating and drinking as though nothing happenedThey spend a fair hour without dwelling on future daysTo the south, there comes a riderWho hails to you as your silence eruptsHe has arrived! He will bring you to the truth at last…No longer do you have to stand still in a boxTime heals all wounds, and brings us full circle…“Catch the last plane
deep sixYou stand right in front of your own faceAnd it is a tragedy that you cannot see yourselfSpend your days behind gray walls talking nonsense with strangersSpend your nights dreaming nonsense with strangers behind gray wallsI eat your vacationsI drink your affairsI suffocate on your lifestyleI swear I ought toSpend my nights helping the blind to seeSpend my days giving the peace another chanceAnd it is a tragedy that I cannot see myselfI stand right in front of my own face
apprehensiondeep breath…stareAs the wheel spins turbulence through quiet livesWhere the slow play of leaves dance through your headSettling down next to you, the cat speaks comfortClouds still drift on by…Why not todayWhile the Sun is still shiningAnd children’s dreams still come trueYou watch out over the long expanse beyondThinking all those cherished thoughts...You were once headed to the MoonMaybe even the StarsBut the Sun was in your eyesdeep breath…stare