You took me over,
Stole my breath,
And ransacked my soul
where once
where once you looked down on the world,
the world now laughs at you;
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via death – that’s what you do —
only to find, as happens, that
death comes to all our doings;
and all you’ve built has come to naught,
and crumbled
into
ruins
On Different Ground
The world is different than it was.
There’s no need to complain:
For things are always changing, and
The old becomes arcane
The library, for instance, was
A magic place to go:
But it’s a place that some kids now
Will never get to know
There’s knowledge and connection — it’s
Still out there to be found —
But many younger people will
Find that
On different
Ground
The Sailboat
I watched the sailboat on the sea
Right after she broke up with me;
Outside the place where we had slept
Together for so long
And though I didn’t know it then,
My heart had been set free:
To sail off into blue and green
Where I was meant to be
Instead of tied to shore, where I
Would lie in slumber, and deny
The secrets that I knew I’d kept –
The wind that made me strong —
And though I couldn’t know it then,
My heart – and her heart, too –
Were back to sailing on our ways
And for me, that meant
You
Photo / Painting credit : © Cheryl Casey | Dreamstime.com – Sailboat and Sand Dune Fence
Where I Come From
Where I come from, there are bright colors
Out upon the beach;
The sand is white, the sea is green,
And there’s enough for each
And any who might come that way;
Yes there’s enough to see —
In fact, back down where I come from,
It’s all too much
For me
Encompassing
Concerning vanity
We are most staunch:
The satellites that tell us where are
We didn’t launch
Those past discoveries
We take in stride:
Ignoring or belittling what won’t
Support our pride
Encompassing the whole
With our conceit –
And upon our great moral virtue
Daily bleat
Survival gifts, won hard,
Then handed down,
That we just take for granted as
What’s due for our renown
One Tired Cat
That cannot be my dang alarm.
I’m not sure where I’m at;
I just lay down, I swear I did,
I am one tired cat
Just give me four more hours,
Make that six. No – make it eight;
A little bit of napping, and
I’m sure that I’ll feel great
But ugh. The sun is coming up,
And I’m a stupid prat:
I need to go to work, but man –
I am
One tired
Cat
She Can’t Help
We each become the sum of all
The many roles we’ve played:
She can’t help being beautiful,
It’s just the way
She’s made
He Knows The Truth…
He knows the truth, for he was there,
The truth that’s long lay hidden;
He knows the rumors you have heard,
That circulate, unbidden —
Yet what went down is far, far worse
Than anything you’ve heard;
He knows the truth, for he was there —
But he won’t say
A word