My Heart Belongs With the Lonely

My heart belongs with the lonely,
It’s where I’m meant to be –
Not in the thoughtless crowd, or off
Among complacency

My heart belongs with the lonely,
And will to them be borne –
For while I still have eyes to see,
I’ll comfort those
Who mourn


(“My Heart Belongs With the Lonely” – 7-15-2015)

something like wisdom

to live by others’ fantasies
is rarely ever wise:
when sex and power get mixed up
it’s often love that dies

our many possibilities
are rarely understood;
the freedom that we know we have –
it should be used for good

the window of our hearts should be
protected by its casement;
the life we choose to live should have
a minimum abasement

there’s bravery required when
we strike out on our own,
but oh the waves that we could ride –
they’re bigger than we’ve known

but we should not be modeled after
characters from fiction,
but plug into real life amid
this world of contradiction

to open up your eyes and heart
and spread your arms out wide —
we know life has its terrors that
are hard to brush aside —

but still, the day is given us.
And so, today, for me:
I hope to ride the waves
Of my own real

Country Overpass

It’s what he is.

A country overpass is what he is –
Forgotten, by the side, and overgrown –
The care of lonely travelers is his,
Amid old country ways few left have known

The social fabric of the varied past
Is still a part of who he is today;
As it is, still, for everyone, at last –
But many do not know it, or won’t say

The unremembered road, it sits aside.
Yet still the sunlight falls upon it there;
A way not glamorous, nor very wide,
Among the choking weeds and long-held wear

And he, he must remember in his heart:
Whate’er his limits, he must do
His part