Long ago, anger
Filled me. I’ve kept holding it.
When none knew better:
Not me, not them, not anyone.
It is time to let it go.
Long ago, anger
Filled me. I’ve kept holding it.
When none knew better:
Not me, not them, not anyone.
It is time to let it go.
How did I ever end up here?
It’s like a sort of fantasy –
And yet, these halls are real,
And this is happening to me
But sill, life’s downs and ups
They are but little understood:
And when I wasn’t looking
Things turned
Good
Today, the world seems cold and gray.
I hope it doesn’t stay that way –
It chills me to my very bone,
A creature, silent and alone
And colden days come back to me
Gray hours by a churning sea
I’d stare into uncaring waves
And dream of her I longed to see
Another gray time now I view:
An autumn day that we once knew
You told me you must go away
The painful words I knew were true
So here again, amidst the gray
Another cold, indifferent day
I shiver, slightly, deep in thought
And travel towards what destiny
Has wrought
I see a hallway in my dreams,
I’m often back there in the night;
I do not know to where it leads,
I fear to travel down it,
But I might –
For loneliness, like empty halls,
Surrounds us on the best of days;
And beckons us to who-knows-where,
To finery, or maybe
Vain displays –
For nothing in this hallways seems
Quite grand enough, or really right:
But still, my wanderlust it feeds,
I wander, ever further,
Every
Night
So what now, can they make of this place?
All is still to do;
Location’s good, they have the space,
No effort they’ll eschew
The dreams of those who try their hand,
Another, average day;
An empty room turned into something,
That’s
The human
Way
She’s walking through an empty hallway
Looking at the color all around;
On business there, the first of three days,
Glancing at the new sights to be found
Yet, Amsterdam – she’d always heard of,
Never thinking that she’d ever see;
She’s walking through an empty hallway
Varicolored
Modern
Destiny
we call them servers: you and I
are using them right now
anonymously serving us
a technologic Tao
the Way things are transmitted
from your “there” back to my “here”
these rooms filled up with servers
that make every far thing
near
The arrogance of avarice
Is known to all humanity,
And yet, it hasn’t slowed a bit,
No decrease in cupidity
As every day, we read again,
Of twisted, dark, venality:
But empty and esurient
We bumble toward mortality
Here in the houses of the dead
We see the sheer insanity
Of filling days with emptiness
And shallow dreams
And vanity
I stagger, drunken, down this hall
I’ve no idea which is my room
For everywhere, things look the same
And in this state, I won’t presume
To know what I am doing; nor
To knock where strangers might abide:
I stagger, drunken, down this hall,
My mind on fire
And sleep
Denied