Unknown Friends (Bloggers world)

They were there, peeking in
sometimes saying something
mostly quiet
I know, I'm like them
Stopping by to see what's new
What you have to say,
or what you've created
Unfortunately,
The visits fade
like the days that pass
Abandoned pages fill the screen
no updates, no goodbye's
You vanish
till there is no one left to read
the words that I share
no one left that cares to see
what I'm pouring onto the digital page
(Real life gets in the way, they say, which may be true. I can't blame them.)
But this is my life, in simple stanza's
These are my dreams, in prose
This is my vision, through my mind's eye
This is my home

This Christmas Day

Brightly colored presents
Set carefully around the tree
The angel looking down
Looking at you for me

Stockings filled with treats
Hearts filled with love
Snow is gently falling
From the heavens above

The family will gather all around the table
And the laughter will fill the air
You would be here if you were able
But you have a job to do over there

You are at the table and in our hearts
You’re never far despite the miles
We’re happy even when the crying starts
We’re sad despite the smiles

This Christmas day
This Christmas day

We miss you

This Christmas day

For all in our military unable to be home, we love you and miss you. Merry Christmas.

Snapshots of the last century

Guilty pleasures, secret treasures, diving deeper, burning plains
Happy memories, fading tragedies, meet the reaper, lonely game
Infectious laughter, playful banter, star filled nights, bitter tears
Deserted sidewalks, distant catcalls, burned out lights, passing years
Atmospheric pressure, barometric measure, mercury rises, prayer in schools
Economic change, acid rain, hold-up disguises, the golden rule
Dying trees, busted knees, holiday enjoyment, guns kill
Birth and death, out of breath, unemployment, lack of skill
Traffic jam, foreign land, politicians’ feast, blinded eyes
Snow falls, fallout calls, peace in the east, leaders die
Dollar drops, belly flops, puppy dogs, ice cream cone
Air pollution, no solutions, burning logs, no fly zone
Space exploration, silent meditation, fading light, infidelity
Melancholy smile, courtroom trial, cock fight, nothing’s free
Broken lip, curvaceous hip, credit cards, newspaper lingo
Wedding bells, sex sells, questionable bard, elderly bingo
Chicken wings, tattooed rings, worn out tires, rainy night
Settling dust, youthful lust, unspoken desires, line of sight
Deadly disease, honey bees, flowering child, futures dream
Superstitious, inconspicuous, running wild, the abused scream
Generation gap, segregation act, colors bleed, stars shine
Hunger strike, motor bike, smoking weed, children whine
Big machines, laser beams, new friends, outer space
Ghosts return, cities burn, the end begins, the human race
Planets rotate, man to primate, circles close, Darwinism
Soul to sole, role to roll, bloody nose, extremism
Age old deities, overwhelming varieties, ceaseless bombardment, silence
Taxation, representation, substandard apartment, pestilence
Insecticide, genocide, candy bars, bullets to spare
Lead in paint, passionate faint, space age cars, golden hair
Religious belief, disappearing reef, fishnet stockings, baseball cleat
Childhood heroes, too many zeroes, morning dew, mad cow meat
High speed chase, dropped case, anorexia, dangerous bend
Toxic fumes, empty rooms, dyslexia, the end.

I am, Part III - Yearning

I am...
...longing for that first kiss, again
...working hard to get ahead
...trying to keep it real and simple
...not as good a writer as I want to be
...undisciplined
...a hero in my minds eye
...a man out of place, at times
...awkward when I want to be smooth, smooth when I'm alone
...not strong enough to carry the weight of the world, but I'll try
...in quote form (from a song by Rush) "in a groove now, or is it a rut?"
...looking for the truth, everywhere
...not getting caught up in the hype, most of the time
...not going to get ahead by kissing anyone's ass; I work hard - recognize it
...seeking the guidance within, rather looking for it outside myself
...not spiritual, nor religious anymore
...aiming to please my harshest critic, me

My surrender

Smile fades into frown
The world is upside down
The gentle caress is gone

Love melts into tolerance
No longer have legs to dance
Unforeseen circumstance

Can’t observe your vacant stare
It’s more than I can bear
Focused anywhere, but here

Autumn passing to cold winter night
Prelude to another vicious fight
No one is ever right

Emotional baggage on our back
Devotional rhetoric off-track
I can’t keep picking up the slack

This should come as no surprise
You could have read it in my eyes
It’s time to unload the disguise

Of love