You dreamed of seeing me up there,
Alas, I never made it;
I moved beyond, to other things,
And your hopes slowly faded
Oh yes, you had so many plans
For this fly in the ointment:
I was a minor talent, but
A major disappointment
Tag: Hope
Nightscape
Some people say that where they are
Is where they’re meant to be;
For years, I never understood –
Those comments puzzled me
Sometimes, you’re down and desperate,
As I was, long ago:
I saw no reason at the time
Why it needs must be so
For almost thirty years ago
I tried to end my life;
I never would have known my kids
My grandchildren, my wife –
I never would have typed these words
That you are reading now;
I would have been a nobody,
A nothing. A no how —
I couldn’t find a reason,
Couldn’t generate a spark
To see me through the nightscape;
Through the hopeless, whirling dark
But somehow, day led on to day;
And I regained my voice.
Then I decided living
Was my only living choice
I do not know where you might be,
How your life’s filled with pain;
I do not know the grief you’ve felt,
And that, I will not feign —
But this I tell you, reading friend:
There is, most times, a light:
So you can climb the hill ahead,
And fear
No more
The night
(“Nightscape” – 7-1-2015)
To share is human:
the feel of rain
flowers love the feel of rain, spring adores the flowers; sadness needs the touch of spring so to lose its powers powers come and powers go, ever waxing, waning — so much good can only come after it’s been raining
To share is human:
When All You Love
When all you love is still the same,
But somehow, not enough;
When every path’s abandoned, each
New friend, a new rebuff —
When days stretch on like oceans,
And the nights are heavy lade,
And all you ever dreamed about
Dissolves and starts to fade
Then hope becomes a beacon you
Must follow to its source;
To call out in the night for friends
Until you’re more than hoarse
But though your throat be bleeding,
You can still find voice to sing —
When all you love is still the same,
You still have
Everything
(“When All You Love” – 2-9-2017)
To share is human:
a hundred-weight of dreams
a hundred-weight of dreams inside
a thousand-weight of fears;
some scattered days of hope within
and dozen months of tears —
a dread that’s born of emptiness,
a questioning of worth:
a plague of such anxiety
as rends the very earth.
the colors of accomplishment,
ineptitude, or both;
the tearing sound that signifies
both injury and growth —
the hotel with its silence, or
the spotlight with its cheers —
a hundred-weight of dreams inside
a thousand-weight
of fears
© Andriy Bezuglov | Dreamstime.com – Redhead girl with wet hair sits in the bath full of water with m
To share is human:
as cares, like grass, grow everywhere and wild, and hills to climb stretch out and multiply, you stand and look at all the ones you conquered, and think about the doubts you've had, and why. for journeys all stem from dissatisfaction, when where you are's not where you want to be -- so cares, like grass, may everywhere grow wild, but you'll find strength to climb again -- you'll see
To share is human:
Looking Out on Desire
Handsome on the hill
Beautiful and strong
You will find some peace
It won’t be that long
Hope is not just wishing
Love’s without machinery
Look out on desire
Cultivate the scenery
To share is human:
Interlace 2
Under control is not tied down.
Choices made belong to us:
Explanations are not owed,
There’s no reason to discuss
How we choose to live our life.
Keep your confidence, and soul:
Choose the ties and braids you make,
Keep your reasons yours,
And whole
