Boys lose much
The day they first learn
Not to cry
Tag: Sadness
Red Sunrise
heart broken,
pieces left lying
and damaged
the morning keeps on;
not caring
that she is gone now
meanwhile more:
the infection spreads
to the soul
To share is human:
Unrequited
So he loves her, but she does not love him;
A story countless through the ages told.
A type of madness now his mind infects,
Each day he tries to shake its baneful hold –
But wonders, what technique or set of words,
Or clothes, or gifts, might cause her heart to fill?
Then curses his obsession, for he knows:
She doesn’t love him, and
She never will
To share is human:
One Cobalt Morning
From dreams of iridescent blue,
she woke to damp and cinder-block,
the stone-gray sunset smeared across
a pane upon a window by
a door with broken lock and splintered wood.
A creaking spring, a bleary glance,
her glasses off a windowsill,
as slippering her feet, she rose
to wrap a shawl around her, and
to walk onto a courtyard looking out.
She waited in the cold and still,
the night before a hazy mess
of cigarettes and alcohol —
and saying “I’ll enjoy this life,
or die, at least, at last, in the attempt –”
A man she didn’t know at all,
came out his door with coat and boots,
and weary as a dying breath
trudged off and up the hill and towards
the distant town a half a mile away.
There was no warm to calm her soul,
just unrelenting hollowness;
but yet, a silent fixed intent
to find again the dream so brief
of cobalt blue and one love’s luxury
To share is human:
bareleg eulogy
and so, we gather here to say: what we once loved has passed away. the little things forever gone - like weeds against bare legs at dawn, like dewdrops felt by skimming hands, and living hearts on loving lands, not empty frames left here to rot by those who knew, but just forgot
To share is human:
The Secret of My Failure
I kept aside
I hid my shame
The whole world (but not me)
To blame
I sang my songs
To nobody
And spent days (but not nights)
Lightly
I turned around
And, seeing me
I knew then (sort of knew)
Sadly
In molten life
I was but dross
And would be (patently)
A loss
To share is human:
there is an emptiness that comes
there is an emptiness that comes
like shadows in the early fall;
when every wish we should have made
is lost on scraps worn through with scrawl
the happiness that once was ours
lies broken, like the ancient trust;
and fallen leaves swirl restlessly
around our lives
of ash
and dust
To share is human:
Everywhere
Happiness is where you find it,
Creativity is rare;
Lust and greed will have their moments,
Broken hearts are everywhere
Joy is all around, but fleeting,
Anger breathes its noxious air;
Dim confusion stumbles blindly,
Broken hearts are everywhere
Many wander without purpose,
Fools know neither toil nor care;
Open up your eyes and see it:
Broken hearts are everywhere
Broken hearts on every corner,
Every town and every square;
There is no excuse ignoring
Broken hearts
Are everywhere
To share is human:
