Lines in the Sand
Imperfect love was perfect for them.
He recalls their wedding day —
Radiant in joy and sunshine,
Always, in his mind, that way
Never in a hundred lifetimes
Could he ever have foreseen
That she would be taken from him;
Left to celebrate and keen
For a ghost he longs for nightly,
Loneliest of earthly men;
Dreaming of imperfect love that
He will never find
Again
There’s life and beauty, here, I see;
I reach to capture it in verse —
The world is better than my words,
And also, very, very, far much worse —
I heard a saying once, but I’d
Betray myself, if it I speak:
The sayless often show the truth
The resting often find the thing
They seek
[Originally published 12-17-2015]
The winter highway calls me home
To where my love lies sleeping;
For I have carried secrets long,
Far past their time for keeping
The many roads I’ve driven on
Are fading, as the light
Comes timid with the nascent dawn;
I see an end to night
How many habits must I break?
How many lies be spoken?
The time is now for me to take
And fix all that I’ve broken
The winter highway calls me home
To where my love lies sleeping;
For I have carried secrets long,
Far past their time for keeping
pretend again for me
pretend again for you
it didn’t need to end
the false can still be true
the days before the the lies were known
they form a sort of schism;
we’re trapped within the colored bars
that constitute
our prism
[it’s all pretend… owen]
The scene is one of harmony
Though manufactured for the screen –
But image is reality:
We will believe what we have seen
Or heard among the many things
Put out there to control our thought.
We’re being played — we’re being had —
With out so much as being bought
As wandering through happy fields
To slaughterhouses we devise:
For fools we are, who acquiesce
To knaves who we all
Idolize
This is an actual true story of truth filled with honest verities that actually happened, mostly.
I park in a garage at work
I walked in there last night;
About a dozen spiders fell
Mostly on my head and neck –
However, two fell down my shirt.
I can’t sing loud – but I did;
I cannot dance – but I did;
I’m very calm – except then;
It was no fun at all.
I struggled to unloose my shirt
To get both of them out of there;
Took off my tie, my button-down
And my t-shirt as well,
And then the cops showed up
I can’t tap dance – but I did;
Can’t spin long tails – but I did;
I’m very calm – except then;
It was no fun at all.
i see it as i wander by…
the world is beautiful and sad,
i see it as i wander by;
the good things that we want – so bad –
our reason – just an alibi –
the aching heart will know no peace;
the tired soul will find no rest —
the world is beautiful, but sad:
our worst is so mixed up in
all our best
