freeze frame

I'm standing here
and the world
with frantic pace
flows past me
like movie cels
at high speed
and I'm in
slow motion
trying to gain speed
& alter my momentum

I push myself into the crowd

and no one notices
the obstacle in the tide
they move on, around me

like I don't even exist



Revisiting the past : Sorrow

broken and bruised

scratched and dented
battered and bruised

we live out lives
with nothing to lose

nothing to gain
little to prove

still we end up
battered and bruised

expectations on hold
inhibitions on the loose

cell blocks so cold
warm hangman's noose

the right to say nothing
the freedom to choose

the results can leave us
battered and bruised

alone in the silence
we snore and we snooze

ignore the reality
the life that we ooze

return to the present
the past full of who's

that left us scarred and damaged
broken and bruised


Rehashing the past: From the ashes...

March...like a lion

March has roared into my life again
and it's toting along several projects
like the bathroom remodel
and the cleaning of the family room
and garage
don't forget the messy shed
and what about the new workbench I need?

and we have a new puppy....

when do I have time to write?
or create music?
or paint?
It's been far too long since I painted
or created a song
or a piece of poetry

I sometimes feel like I'm going to miss something
like a poem (or song, or painting) will somehow escape me
and it will be lost forever
because I didn't sit down and just do it

we gotta eat (and I love to cook)
and the bathroom needs to get finished
like everything else
and did I mention the puppy?

I'm sure I'll figure it all out, get it all completed

a few precious words may slip through the cracks
I'll find those treasures another day
like an archeologist unearthing a precious relic
that only I will restore

I hope

if I have time


There's always April
(can't do much in those darn showers)


Revisiting the past: Bastard, now